Greetings from our gallant king?

While these events were occurring by the shore of the Euxine, brown autumn was spreading her sober tints upon the Scottish woods; and one seldom sees the country more attractive than when its beauty is decaying, and a soothing sadness mingles with our delight. The long grass is dank in the shady places, for there the dew falls early at eve, and lingers long after sunrise; and now in Calderwood…

Full its glory on me streaming

Wrapped in my cloak and blanket, I had fallen into an uneasy slumber, close by a fragment of ruined wall, the boundary, perhaps, of a deserted Tartar garden, when I was roused by Sergeant Stapylton of my troop. “I beg pardon, sir, for disturbing you,” said he, in an apologetic way; “but as I was returning from the river side with water for some of the wounded horses, I passed…

That well delights thy brand!

Physical endurance is not a more necessary quality to the soldier than mental elasticity. There seemed to be no want of the latter among our fellows, when we unbitted our horses and sat down to a meal which was improvised by our servants near a grove of turpentine and caper trees. It was a lovely evening now, and many a wreath of purple and golden cloud lay cradled in the…

Paid the last mournful honours to the brave

On the 5th of September the allied armies embarked at Varna, and the 14th of the same month saw us landing in the Crimea, on ground near the Lake of Kamishlu—not that chosen by the gallant Lord Raglan originally—some miles north of the Bulganak river, at a place where the cliffs, a hundred feet in height, overhung the beach. But, save a boat-load of Zouaves, who were run down by…

To warn the lovers was her first good impulse

O fondest memories! come and go, Shine on sad times which are no more, As sunbeams gladden waters of snow, As wavelets kiss a barren shore: And light with love and tenderness The happy days which still are ours; Whose influence, rich in April showers, Casts round us love and tenderness. The clatter of spurs and scabbards, and the firmer tread of feet than one usually hears among the slipshod…

What are you doing?

Sleep by evil spirits troubled, Fleeing at the matin bell; Fears that start to eyes scarce waking, Sighs that will not quit her cell. As from a dream I was roused at last by Jack Studhome proffering his cigar-case, and saying, with a smile— “How about the year’s pay, Norcliff, eh? I owe you that, I suppose?” “Don’t jest, for Heaven’s sake, Jack,” said I; “for I feel faint, queer,…

The latter details petrified me

So gaze met gaze, And heart saw heart, translucid through the rays, One same harmonious universal law, Atom to atom, star to star can draw, And heart to heart. Swift darts, as from the sun, The strong attraction, and the charm is done. THE NEW TIMON. To the letter I wrote Louisa from Gallipoli no answer was ever returned. Had it reached her, or been intercepted, and by whom? I…

Let me see her once again!

Ere the course of events added to the distance which already lay between me and Great Britain, I resolved to write to Lady Louisa. I could no longer endure the torture of suspense, combined with absence and gathering doubt. In common parlance, ages seemed to have elapsed instead of weeks since the day we marched for embarkation, and when I beheld her for the last time; and thus, notwithstanding our…

Full on the promised land at length we bore

We were favoured by Æolus. One might have supposed that Captain Robert Binnacle had succeeded to the bag of wind which that airy monarch gave to the wise and gentle king of Ithaca. Thus a few days more saw our transport amid the Isles of Greece as she bore through the Archipelago. One day it was Milo, with Elijah’s lofty peak, its smoky spring, and hollow, sea-soaked rocks, that rose…

Till on some jocund morn—lo, land! and all is well.

Pleasantly we traversed the almost tideless waters of the Mediterranean, the great inland sea of Europe. We generally had a fair wind; but in our tacks southward and northward more than once we sighted the shores of Europe on one side, and those of Africa on the other. The routine of transport life varied but little, so every passing sail became an object of speculation and interest. Day by day,…