ple of Plymouth or Portsmouth by the sight with a considerable number of them, has not of Russian liners and steamers. We can only yet reached Balaklava, though she is considerdrive the enemy to the option of destroying ably beyond her time. The corps at present or of doing the work for him, and he invariably prefers the former.

The Russians are fortifying themselves on the north side. The French are gone towards Baidar.

Our naval brigade, after long, brilliant, and ill-requited services, is to be broken up at

once.

Friday, Sept. 14.

here does not exceed 540 men, and they are principally employed in trenching and repairing the railway, which is a vital and all important work. Sir H. Jones made an application to Mr. Doyne to send a portion of his men into the trenches to assist in the siege approaches, but the latter very prudently urged on the General the necessity of getting the railway into proper order, and the bad economy of placing skilled laborers in a position It is just one year this day since we landed which would certainly not conduce to the saat Kalamita Bay. In that time we have storm- tisfactory development of their capabilities, as ed the heights of the Alma, sustained the glo- no untrained and undisciplined men without rious disaster of Balaklava, fought the great arms or military habits and experience could fight of Inkermann, swept the sea of Azoff be expected to pursue their work calmly and and its seaboard, wasted Kertch, and seized energetically with round shot and grape tearupon Yenikale-have witnessed the battle of ing through them, and shell bursting amid the Tchernaya-have opened seven bombard- their ranks. At the same time Mr. Doyne ments upon Sebastopol have held in check and the gentlemen employed as officers of the every General and every soldier that Russia Corps expressed their readiness to lead their could spare; and now, after the endurance of men into the trenches, if the General of Enevery ill that an enemy at home and abroad gineers required him to do so. The reasons could inflict upon us after passing through urged against such a mode of employing the the summer's heat and winter's frost-after be- Corps prevailed, and they are now engaged in ing purged in the fire of sickness and death, the more safe and peaceful works for which repulse and disaster, and above all in the fiery they are peculiarly fitted. Locomotives and glow of victory, the British standard floats stationary engines have been applied for, and over Sebastopol. But our army is not the will be speedily sent out to prepare the railsame. Physiologists tell us that we undergo way more adequately for its herculean task in perpetual change, and that not a bit of the the winter, and Mr. Doyne expects an augJohn Smith of 1854 goes into the composition mentation of 500 men to the corps under his of the same respected individual in 1864, command. The sickness which harassed the but we have managed to work up tens of first comers is now of a milder type, and dihundreds of atoms in our British army minishes daily in virulence. Many of the between 1854 and 1855; and there are men have suffered from their own recklessness very few indeed to be found in the present in eating and drinking; but it is also a fact, body corporate who landed in the Crimea a that some of the steadiest and most sober men twelvemonth ago. Some regiments have been in the corps shared the fate of their impruthrice renewed, others have been changed dent and thoughtless comrades. In the hour twice over. The change is not for the better of their illness, these men, in common with -the old stuff was better than the new. many others, have found a kind and successful physician.

The silence in camp is almost alarming; were it not for a gun now and then between the town and the north side, and across the Tchernaya, it would be appalling. There is an English-French Commission sitting in the town. Colonel Windham is Commandant of the British portion of it. The 3d Buffs have received orders to occupy it, and the French garrison is strengthened. The enemy work all day at new batteries. The Guards are to make the roads between Balaklava and the camp.

The Army Works' Corps, like all bodies of men who come out from England to this climate, have suffered severely from disease and death, and up to the present time not less than 16 per cent. of the navvies and artificers have died from different forms of malady. One ship, which sailed some time ago from home north side.

No news.

Saturday, Sept. 15, 10 AM. The Russians still fortifying the

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The Moniteur publishes a letter, dated from it in the air, cried: " Adieu, my friends: Sebasthe Camp of Sebastopol, 14th, and written by topol is ours! Vive la France! Vive l'Empereur !" an eye-witness of what had taken place at and and in a few minutes afterwards expired. A fact after the assault. The following interesting in- strikingly characteristic of the good feeling of our cidents are given from it by the Paris Corre- troops also took place: On the morning of the fire, a Zouave was seen proceeding towards the spondent of The Times: ambulance. He had received a ball in his leg, One of the brave soldiers, in passing before the his musket. He was accompanied by two Rusand was limping along, supporting himself by redoubt in which we were, asked us whether we sians more seriously wounded than himself, and could give him something to drink. We has to whom he was paying the utmost attention, and tened to him, and were happy in having it in our from time to time making them drink from the power to offer him a little brandy. "Gentlemen," gourd slung at his back, accompanying the offer said he to the officers who stood round him, with these words, 'come, drink, my poor fellows; you must also have the kindness to put it to what has happened is not your fault; you have my mouth, for you see my left arm is broken by done your duty as soldiers, and you are as brave the splinter of a shell; the bone will scarcely hold as ourselves!' Such are the French soldiers; together, and I am compelled to support it with terrible during the fight, but kind and humane my right hand," and in fact he was holding up after the victory. On the morning of the 9th, his bleeding and mutilated limb with the other although the fire was still burning, our soldiers hand. When he had drunk, we endeavored to commenced wandering through the town. In give him a few words of comfort, to which he replied: "Oh! I know the end of it; an arm the many of the houses, principally those occupied less is but of little consequence since we have the by the Russian generals and superior officers, were found some very valuable arms, rich univictory." He then thanked us and walked on, re- forms, and a variety of papers, which there had fusing to have any one to accompany him. This been no time to destroy. This fact shows that stoical simplicity was evinced by all the soldiers, the evacuation of the place had been as prompt and the generals and officers set an example of it. General Bourbaki, who was wounded by a ball in ignorant of the day and hour of our attack. The as unexpected, and that the enemy was entirely the breast, was seen returning towards his tent, town of Sebastopol is built on a rather high giving his arm to a wounded soldier; and a short ground between the Artillery Bay and the Port. time after, we saw Gen. de la Motterouge, who it is about five-eighths of a mile in length, and in had been wounded in the head by the explosion the upper part there are some fine houses situate of the curtain which unites Malakhoff to the Lit-along a wide boulevard, planted with trees. The tle Redan, arrive at the Lancaster Redoubt with lower part of the town is intersected by small his face covered with blood, accompanied by a colonel and a captain of the Imperial Guard, also ravines, and was inhabited by the military. All the more wealthy families resided in the upper wounded. They were walking; and, notwithstanding their severe sufferings, would not allow town, and the maritime population in the fauthemselves to be carried. Another fact well wor- Russians, who had before sunk all of their Since the 11th, the bourg of Karabelnaia. thy of mention took place near the Careening line-of-battle ships, have sunk the last of port. The ambulance is situate in the deepest their steamers. Among them were the Vladiand most abrupt part of the ravine, surrounded mir, a fine frigate, and the Etoile du Nord, a and commanded by enormous rocks, in the hol- beautiful corvette, in which the Emperor Nicholows between which habitations for the surgeons las and his sons came from Odessa to Sebastopol and officers attached to the ambulance had been

The Sémaphore of Marseilles publishes the following letter, giving an account of the state of Sebastopol when occupied by the Allies:

prepared. A number of wounded soldiers might in 1851, the last time he visited the Crimea." be seen slowly descending the steep path leading to the ambulance carrying others of their comrades more severely injured than themselves. When, in the night, the first explosion was heard from the Russians blowing up the works previously to their retreat, all the wounded who were "After crossing the cemetery, where there is passing at the time halted on the summit of the still a chapel riddled with balls and bullets, I enplateau to contemplate the view of Sebastopol in tered Sebastopol through an enormous breach flames. Forgetful of their sufferings, they re-made in the Central Bastion. A large fortified mained there the whole night looking at the im- wall protects all this side of the town; within it posing scene. Among them was a sergeant of infantry, who was being conveyed to the ambulance in a litter. He felt assured that his wound was mortal; and although medical assistance might perhaps have prolonged his life for a day or two, he insisted on being set down to die on that spot. He was placed in a sitting position, the upper part of his body supported against a large stone, and his face turned towards the burning town. He contemplated the scene with the utmost delight; and soon after, feeling that his life was fast ebbing away, he rallied his remaining strength, took off his kepi, and, waving

lies a suburb composed of small houses, which, were no doubt occupied by various small tradesmen. This suburb gradually descends towards the water; four streets converge to a sort of platform, connected with a little bridge, which enabled the inhabitants to cross a street below when violent rains transformed it into a torrent. In this small place I counted 68 shells that had not burst, and balls. We then proceeded to that street and boulevard which bear the name of Catherine; it is the elegant quarter of the town; all the houses have but one story, are very neat, and are surrounded with gardens. There is not

one that has not received at least a ball; they [ on her beam ends at the corner of the military are completely gutted; all the furniture, such as port. The streets are actually covered with promahogany bedsteads, chests of drawers, writing jectiles of every description. The docks have desks, etc., was lying about the street. I remark- suffered considerably from our fire; skirting ed a considerable number of pianos, many prints them was a quarter of the town set apart most (most of them rather licentious), and, what is likely for workmen and invalids; it is now a very extraordinary, portraits of the Emperor Na- shapeless mass of ruins. Nothing in the town poleon and the Empress Eugenie. The whole has been destroyed by us; our artillery has only of this quarter rises in an ampitheatre just oppo- ruined what was indispensable; it was the Russite Fort Constantine; the theatre is untouched; sians, who, during their retreat, sprung an enorit is a pretty white building; when I passed by, mous number of mines, and we are finding more the scenes were lying outside against the wall. daily. Even on Monday and Tuesday, the 10th The church called St. Catharine's, a Doric tem- and 11th, there were explosions every moment, ple, with a gilt pediment, has also suffered very and many fell victims to their curiosity. A Ruslittle. In this quarter not a soul was to be seen; sian Colonel, they tell me, was killed at the mothe streets were deserted, the houses completely ment that he was stooping down to fire a new abandoned; and it made one melancholy to see mine while hurriedly retreating. Since then our these vast solitudes. The whole town is now firemen have thrown water over all the suspectpeopled with only 2,000 French soldiers, who are ed spots, and put out all the fires. Our soldiers encamped in the streets. General Bazaine, who behaved well during the first hours of the occuhas been appointed Governor of the place, occupation; they did not then pillage to any very pies a pretty house, pierced like the others with great exent, and allowed inoffensive men, women, three or four cannon balls. In Catharine street and children to retire unmolested. Afterwards is a house which was occupied as a tavern; the they spread over the town, and, you may be sure, doors have been torn down and the soldiers have took very exact inventories of all that could be written on a board, 'Entrez sans frapper. The turned to any use. Thus, I met a soldier carrysoldiers amuse themselves with playing at pitch ing off an enormous mahogany bedstead for fireand toss, and shooting at cats, which are the on- wood. To conclude, the general aspect of Sebasly inhabitants of the town. Most of the houses topol is heart rending; nothing but ruins, blackhave a story under-ground, where artisans had ened walls, and gutted houses; the ground their shops. From this quarter we went down strewed with projectiles and broken or spoilt furto the quays. The nearer one gets to the port niture. But few visitors in the streets; not a the greater is the number of barricades. The Rus- cry, not the slightest noise denoting a living city sians evidently intended to have defended Sebas--all is mournful and silent. The Russians are topol street by street, for at the top of every shut up in Fort Constantine; their camp extends street is a wall of large stones, two metres in beyond Fort Sieverna. There is a rumor that height, behind which small pieces of artillery they are about to evacuate the north, but in orwere placed. On the quays, which are wide and der to make them do so sooner General d'Herplanted with trees, it was more difficult to enjoy billon is to attack them on the side of the Tcherone's walk, as the Russians still occupy Fort Con- naya with 70,000 men. Our fleets are still stantine opposite, and every three minutes they opposite the Quarantine harbor, and as soon as threw either a shell or a ball at the people who the entrance into the great harbor is cleared they were walking about; an Englishman was killed will enter it, and then, if the Russians have not in that way ten steps off from where I was stand-yet evacuated the north, the fleets will cannonade ing. From this quay, and as far as the docks, Fort Constantine on the one side and harass we may distinguish the mast tops of the Russian them on the other, and that part of Sebastopol fleet rising above the water; it has all been burnt will then soon be in our power." and sunk, with the exception of a small steamer

EGYPTIAN DISCOVERIES.-We read, in the, colossus, was able to discover and take drawings American papers, that Mr. John B. Greene has of the inscriptions of the pylone, or grand portal, succeeded in discovering the Celebrated Egyp-erected between the two courts; and he has also tian calandar of which Champollion could only proved the existence of a pavement in granite, copy the first lines. A cast of this monument which probably covered the whole court, and was taken on the spot by means of a particular above which rose a passage, which appears to kind of composition, photography not reprodu- have led into a second court. The excavations cing it properly. Different colossal figures, the of Mr. Greene, add the newspapers, which have upper parts of which were only visible, have just completely made known one of the most been now cleared, and brought to light; one of important edifices of Pharaonic Egypt, will, by them, in excellent preservation, shows the fea- the numerous inscriptions which they furnish, tures of Ramses the Third, and is about nineteen throw fresh light on different points of Egyptian mètres high. Mr. Greene, in clearing round this philology.—Athenæum.

A LOST LOVE.

From The Athenæum.

you love best," she answered in a low voice, and

A Lost Love. By Ashford Owen. Smith, timidly. Elder, & Co.

"A Lost Love" is a little story full of grace and genius. The incidents are slight and common-such as might be picked up either in the streets of London, or in the most stagnant country town. There is little or nothing that is highly colored, either in character or emotion. The story resembles a delicately finished outline rather than a fully colored picture :

If she had been playing a game, she could perhaps have attached him more closely to her; for he was too proud, too honorable, not to recoil from all idea of catching at her words to free himself. "Georgy," he said, smiling with his lips, but not his eyes, you are mistaken, and need not be afraid of accomplishing my unhappiness; tell rett's, which seems to have made such an impresme what you know about a letter of Mrs. Evesion upon you." He spoke rather hurriedly, and she answered, gaining composure as he lost his: "I know you fancied that Mrs. Everett had quarrelled with you, because you did not receive a letter which she wrote to you at Bruxelles; and I know how the knowledge that it was a mistake has changed you in spite of yourself; and I " and she paused. The opening up of the life that lies at the root know how Mrs. Everett "How Mrs. Everett, what?" he echoed, inad"How Mrs. of the dull, cheerless, uneventful career of the "Now, heroine has a deep and touching interest that vertently betraying some curiosity. would be too painful were it not for the skill Everett cares for you," she said abruptly. with which the conclusion is so managed as to I am going; for I have said what I have wanted leave the reader indifferent to what is called-you will come and see me some day, and tell me that I was right." Her voice trembled, but After following poor she brought out the words deliberately and cleara "happy ending.”

It is the heart which magnifies this life,
Making a truth and beauty of its own.

Georgy through the deep love that made up ly.

Georgy, you are mad! This is your doing, not mine." "And I am right to do it,' she said her life, we feel that it was "well with her" at the last; and we leave her without unavailing softly. "I will not own that I am wrong till you pity. We recommend our readers to get the dare tell me that you have never loved Mrs. Eve book for themselves. No outline of the story rett." They had changed places now; and she, in would give them any idea of its beauty; but her self-possession, was stronger for the moment. we give them an extract to encourage them, and to justify our own commendation. Georgy has loved James Erskine all her life-she" becomes engaged to be married to him, and almost immediately after discovers that he has had, without any fault or disloyalty of his own, an explanation which clears up the misunderstanding that had estranged him from the woman he really loved :—

"Tell me, if you do not mind the question, what had Mrs. Everett misunderstood you about?" Only that I had remonstrated with her on an imprudent acquaintance; and, after an angry letter which I received from her, I never heard again." "And you have loved her for longvery long, I know."

He did not deny the assertion, but stood half "Good inclined to speak, and yet uncertain. bye," said she gravely; and she held out her hand. "No; it is too soon to say good bye." "I "No, Georgy, you "Mr. Erskine," said she abruptly, when break-do not think so; we must say that sooner or later, fast was ended, "will you come? I mean, I and it had better be now." "Yes, must let me talk to you again about this; I will want to speak to you for a few minutes." come back soon-I must talk to you;" and he I will come wherever you please." She walked up stairs to Mrs. Lewis's sitting-left the room. When they were room, and he followed her. there, her heart sank, and she was startled at her own rashness; she knew neither what to say nor

do.

"Well, what is it?" he asked. She hesitated for a moment; James seemed already gone; and when she had spoken, he, as he stood there, would be lost to her forever.

Georgy sat there, because he had said that he would return; she had a habit of obeying him, and had not yet forgotten it. Mrs. Lewis came in, but she still remained turning over the leaves go back of some book; reflecting that she would to her aunt's, and wishing that she could start that morning. It was a good while before Mr. Erskine returned; and it was not to be wondered "It was about you, not about myself, that at. He had been so surprised at Georgy's sudI wanted to speak. I do not think you are den words, that he needed a little time to collect very happy; but I am glad that Mrs. Everett's himself. He could not be angry, for all she had letter, which ought to have reached you long ago, said was so perfectly true; and yet many people, has done so now." "What do you mean?" he if they had not availed themselves of her words, asked, stiffly. "I mean that you have had a and pleaded guilty, would have taken an oppomisunderstanding with Mrs. Everett; it has been site refuge in displeasure. He was quite collected cleared up now, I think, and almost too late." when he returned, and never for a moment Georgy,' he said, quickly, "that is not right- flinched from the spirit as well as from the text not fair. I hope that you do not mean to treat of his duty, to the woman whom he had chosen; me often so; it is very early to be jealous." but it was only duty towards her now. He could "No, I am not jealous; but it would be unkind not feel the excitement of self-sacrifice which of me to marry you, for I knów who it is that supported her; yet not the less must his be a re

nunciation. He endeavored to dissuade her, from her purpose; and at last said:

"You did surprise me a little while ago; but I think I can satisfy you now. It is quite true that I have loved Mrs. Everett very much; but that is passed now; I trust in you, or I should not make such a confession. Will you take me as I am, Georgy ?" he continued, holding out his hand, and smiling very sweetly. "You are a little jealous and exacting, are you not? I am far older than you, and cannot tell you that I have never loved any one before; I can only promise to love you now; you will be content with that, won't you? You may seek far, my child, before you find such very exclusive love as you desire."

Once in Mr. Erskine's house, long after his marriage, a fair-haired little girl came running to her father to beg to go out with him, and to show what her mother had just brought out of her treasure-box and given her. It was a heart and cross of massed turquoise, and as he bent down to see "the beautiful thing," a vision came quickly across him of the room where he had given it, and of a wistful, loving face which looked up at him. It was a sad recollection, and he took the child's hand, and pressed her close to him to dispel it. He was not much changed in appearance; only he smiled seldomer; and his manner was sometimes rather sarcastic, which formerly it never was. He had remembered her, more perhaps than any one knew of; many a time She had not taken his hand, had not moved he had thought of her as she was that night, and whilst he was speaking; now she got up, and oftener still as he had seen her as she was that leaned against the chimney-piece. "Thank you morning when he saw her for the last time, and -thank you," she said, bending down her head, she had turned quietly away; and her low tone, and speaking through her tears; "I shall always "Yes, James," came back to him; he had never remember what you have just said you are as heard her voice again, but he remembered it good as you are- "and she looked up at him well. Those who knew him said that he had with pride and tenderness. She had forgotten grown older in heart, of late years. He was a herself just then in the thought of his perfections. tender father, and already was looking forward "I used sometimes to ask myself," she went on in thought to what his children might be to him. as if she were talking to herself, “I knew so little It was early, perhaps, for a man still young to of you really, whether it was your goodness which be looking forward so directly to his children. made me care for you, or whether it was only "Here's mamma," said the child, as a quick, that you were ? I know now how good you clear voice called out, "Childy, are you ready?" are; I know that you would make me happy, It was James Erskine's wife. She was still unand I am not exacting; but you see you cannot changed; time and the world had not fretted marry me; you must marry Constance Everett. her, and as the bright winning lady came lightly I know that you will, for she loves you; I am into the room, a sunshiny presence filled it. sure of it." "I do not know that she does."" Constance, where has this come from? Don't "But I do ;" and she told him many words of give it to Consy." Why, does a tale hang Constance's during the past two days. "Now, thereby?" she said, laughing; "it was amongst are you satisfied at last?" He colored deeply, the things Mrs. Anstruther left me so strangely," and looked terribly disturbed. "Mrs. Anstruther!" he repeated to himself. There is always something convincing in a "Do you remember it?" "Yes, I gave it to man's confusion, which happens so much sel- her." "Ah! James,-poor Mrs. Anstruther! I domer than a woman's. His manner changed; often thought how it would have interested me it had been a little stiff before, for he still be- to meet her again! Poor Georgy! it is not good lieved that she had not really given him up; to have such a nature," she said, drawing back and he half admired her, and was half angry with as if the exchange was offered to her, and lookher, for what he thought was perhaps only jeal-ing musingly into the distance. "It may do in ousy. 'Georgy, it is you who are good, tender, books, or for a great artist, but for hard practice" and thoughtful for me, far beyond what I deserve. "I dare say she was very happy," he said, -Thank you!" he said, kissing both her hands. quickly; how you do run on!" "No, she Thank you!-he had said it, and had accepted her renunciation. "Good bye, James!" "Dear Georgy! shall you always judge and forgive me as you do now?" Why not? Is it your fault that you have met Constance Everett again? I am going back to my aunt's in London, and I trust in you to excuse me to Mrs. Erskine for not awaiting her return. "You are going?" "Yes, James."

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And so she left him. At that moment he suffered far the most; his position was very painful, as he stood there, remorseful, yet unable in anything to atone to Georgy; and grateful, but not knowing how to express his gratitude.

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wasn't; I read her when I first saw her, and I know what a cold, strange woman those who saw her afterwards thought her; and it was your doing,” she laughed. "And so you gave her that; was it on the day when you picked me up at the station?" "Yes," he answered, laying his hand on her shoulder, and looking at her lovingly; she noticed neither the touch nor the look just then.

This is very tender and delicate; and will, we think, send many readers to the story of "A Lost Love."