and his Excellency has much satisfaction in learning that they conducted themselves with humanity and forbearance towards the prisoners.

By his Excellency's Command,

EDWARD BAYNES, Adjutant-General."

INTREPIDITY.

(LIEUTENANT DAVIES, SEVENTH BOMBAY NATIVE INFANTRY.)

A singular instance of intrepidity took place at Agoada, near Goa, the 21st of March, 1809. Early in the morning a report was received at the cantonments, that a large Cheetur (or tiger) had been seen on the rocks near the sea. About nine o'clock, a number of officers and men assembled at the spot, where it was said to have been seen, when, after some search, the animal was discovered to be in the recess of an immense rock: dogs were sent in, in the hopes of starting him, but without effect, they having returned with several wounds.

Lieutenant Evans Davies, of the 7th regiment, attempted to enter the den, but was obliged to return, finding the passage extremely narrow and dark. He, however, attempted it a second time, with a pick-axe in his hand, with which he removed some obstructions that were in his way, and having proceeded a few yards, he heard a noise, which he conceived to be that of the animal in question. He then returned, and communicated the same to Lieutenant Thew of the artillery, who also went in the same distance, and was of a similar opinion. What course to pursue was doubtful; some proposed blowing up the rock, others smoking him out. At length a portfire was tied to the end of a bamboo, and introduced into a small crevice, which led towards the den. Lieutenant Davies went on his hands and knees, down the narrow passage, which led to it, (which he accomplished with eminent danger to himself) and by the light of it he was enabled to discover the animal; having re

turned, he said that he could kill him with a pistol, which being procured, he entered again, and fired, but without success, owing to the awkward situation he was then placed in, with his left hand only at liberty. He went back with a musket and bayonet, and wounded him in the loins, but was obliged to retreat as quick as the narrow passage would allow, the tiger having forced the musket back towards the mouth of the den. He then procured a rifle, with which he again forced his way into the place, and taking a deliberate aim, at his head, fired, and put an end to his existence.

Another difficulty still presented itself: how to get him out required some consideration. Ropes were procured, but every attempt to reach him proved fruitless, till Lieutenant Davies, with a pickaxe in his hand, cut his way into the den, and got sufficiently near to fasten a strong rope round his neck, by which means he was dragged out, to the no small satisfaction of a numerous crowd of anxious spectators. He measured 7 feet from the nose to the tail.

COINCIDENCE.

Ir is a curious coincidence, that the battle of Vittoria in 1813, was fought nearly on the same spot with another, in which a victory obtained by the English restored a legitimate Sovereign to the throne of Spain. Within sight of the enemies position on the 21st of June, and only a few miles higher up the same stream, the Zadora, stands the village of Navarete, where on the 3rd of April, 1367, Edward the Black Prince totally defeated Henry the Bastard, and in consequence seated Don Pedro on the throne of Castile. Joseph Buonaparte's (The usurper) escape on horseback is also strikingly illustrated by a similar act, related in Froissarts account of the above; for in it, ws are told, that Henry (the usurper) perceiving his army defeated without hopes of recovery, called for his horse, mounted it, and galloped off among the crowd of runaways.

COLONEL ELLIS,

(TWENTY-THIRD REGIMENT ROYAL WELSH FUSILEERS.)

Colonel Sir Henry Tralton Ellis, K. C. B. who commanded the Royal Welch Fusileers at the battle of Waterloo, was mortally wounded by a carbine shot through the left breast, about six o'clock in the evening of that battle, and died forty-three hours afterwards. The compliment paid him by our illustrious Wellington, in his first accounts of that affair to Government, says much, but comes far, very far short of his deserts. His father was a native of Worcester, and a General in the army. Colonel Ellis was born in France (Cambray,) but had an English education. He served in America, Holland, Egypt, Martinique, and the Peninsula War, from beginning to end, during a part of which time he had the command of a brigade. For his eminent services, the town and county of Worcester, upon his return, presented him with a most splendid gold vase, and intended to have elected him Member of Parliament for the county, though he had never been there from a boy. Almost his last words were, "I am happy-I am content-I have done my duty." He was buried, on the evening of the 23rd of June, with honours of war, on the mound of the only windmill at Brainè la Leud, about a mile and a half to the rear of the right of the position To shew how much he mas beloved by his men, the following anec dote is related of him by an officer:-Among several of the soldiers of his regiment, who were at the same farm-house with him, mortally wounded, and enquiring anxiously after their Colonel, there was one who supported a very bad character, and had been frequently punished. To this man I said, to learn his attachment, "He is just dead; but why should you care? You cannot forget he caused you to be punished?"-"Sir," said he, his eyes assuming a momentary flash, and his cheek a passing glow, “Sir, I deserved the punishment, else he never would have punished me." With these words he turned his head a little from me and burst into tears.

ASSAULT OF ST. SEBASTIAN, 1813.

In this assault, as fast as the assailants came up, they were knocked down by the dreadful fire from the defences, which bore upon the breaches; and when a few got into them they were not able to effect any thing from their weakness. In short, the carnage was so great, that the French themselves called out to our officers to draw the men off; and actually ceased firing upon them. Never was witnessed such a heroism as on the part of our soldiery on this trying occasion; particularly the Royals, who, though almost cut to pieces, resolutely refused to retire, till the third or fourth command was issued for them to do so. At length, after great loss in killed and wounded, and some prisoners (mostly made in the body of the place) the party was withdrawn, and General Graham immediately proceeded to dismantle the batteries, and remove the guns to the water side.

NORFOLK MILITIA.

THE late Mr. Wyndham, when Major of this regiment, previous to their being reviewed at Kensington by His Majesty, took considerable pains to teach his Officers (all of whom were country gentlemen) how to salute in a graceful manner; he prided himself on the success of his labours when they rehearsed their parts to him on the morning of the review. At length His Majesty appeared on the ground, preceded by one of the yeomen of the guard; and upon this officer of state an unfortunate Captain of a company threw away the Major's salute, strutting past the King without making any return even to his His Majesty's courteous salutation. On Major Wyndham remonstrating with the Captain for the blunder, the latter replied, "Fudge, dost think I doesn't know the King why he had G. R. in large gold letters on his breast."

REGIMENTAL SONG.

For the 87th Regiment, called the Prince of Wales's Irish Volunteers.

(BY CAPTAIN MORRICE, 1803.)

COME on, brother soldiers! the field is now ended;
The bowl's merry music now calls us along:

True valour's best pleas'd, when with mirth it is blended,
And, love's a gay chorus when glory's the song.

Then, join in my list now. ye

lads of true mettle!

The brave Eighty-seventh, our voices shall raise;
The muse lads, wherever her eye she may settle,
Will ne'er find a subject more fit for her praise,

At loyalty's call, as a band of true brothers,

We sprang into arms, to give strength to her sway;
And life, that's a debt, paid to nature, by others,

We, brought a free gift, to the Prince we obey.

Our love for our country's as firm as old Cato's;
For our blest constitution our colours we rear:
We're the Prince's own lads, from the land of potatoes,
And no sound, but of glory, has charms for our ear.

Our colours his own royal arms hath supported;

gave:

The charge of their fame to our honour he
And we trust in the field where true glory is courted,

They'll shine, like himself, the great hope of the brave.

May union and concord for ever then bind us;

Through honour's bright field with one heart may we roam!

Abroad, in all danger, the foe shall still find us;

And friendship and love ever meet us at home.