commenced the pursuit of the enemy very early on the morning of the 19th, and continued forming the right of the line (taking Cambray by assault), on the route to Paris, before which they arrived on the 30th of June.

The following miscellaneous ANECDOTES, TRAITS, &c. of the Battle, or of Persons connected with the Operations, are mostly of little importance in themselves, yet in some cases they will tend to elucidate, and increase the detail, of the great work then going forward.

28th REGIMENT.

On the 16th June, Lieut. Irwin, of the 28th Regiment, was in front of the square formed by the 28th Regiment at Quatre Bras, skirmishing with his company. The Lancers were in small bodies, concealed in the standing corn, which was extremely high, so that they could scarcely be seen on horseback. He received a wound in his leg; at the same moment the Cuirassiers advanced to charge the square of the 28th Regiment, and the Lancers also advanced upon the other flank; another body of cavalry also advanced upon the third face of the square. The regiment remained perfectly firm and steady, the faces firing volleys as the cavalry approached. Only one of these bodies of cavalry came to the charge; the others faced about when within five or six yards of the square. Those that did charge were repulsed immediately: but the square remained steady, although not in a condition to pursue them, for they would not have known to which face to go, as the attack was on three sides.* Col. Sir C. Philip Belson exerted himself for his men to be steady, and not a man to stir until ordered: his horse was wounded in two places. The artillery was playing on the square for above an hour; and as it made openings by wounding or killing men, the regiment was very alert in closing in, for the Lancers were very active, and waiting in the standing corn to penetrate into these openings. Lieut. Irwin, when wounded, was obliged to crawl into the square upon his hands and knees, to avoid being charged over by the Lancers. One of the officers (Capt. I.) was standing upon a sort of steep stony bank, when a party of French were rapidly advancing towards him: with a great presence of mind he rolled a large loose piece of stone down upon them, which had the effect of diverting their attention from him. After standing the fire of artillery, and repeated attacks of Cuirassiers and Lancers, for above an hour and a half, the 28th Regiment was

* A subject for one of the etchings to illustrate this work, drawn by Capt. Jones.

so much reduced, that Major-general Sir J. Kempt was obliged to send the Royals to join them, their numbers were so much diminished.

Another general attack was now made upon the square, and Sir J. Kempt took refuge in the square. The enemy were repulsed as bravely as before; and Major-general Sir Thomas Picton came up and ordered Sir Philip Belson to advance the square, for the enemy were giving way. Three cheers were then given, and Gen. Picton and the square advanced in quick time. The regiment deployed in double-quick time upon the march, as regularly as at a field-day, advanced to the charge, and drove the enemy over the hedge-row and adjoining road, and killed great numbers of them.

On the 18th of June, when the general attack of strong columns was made upon Sir Thomas Picton's corps, it waited in position, and at length reached across the road, the Greys and Inniskillings coming up to their support. A regimental colour belonging to the 25th French Regiment was then seized upon by private Fry of the 28th Regiment, and the whole were repulsed; the cavalry pursued and took the eagles. Lieut. Deares behaved in the bravest manner, advancing to the charge with his company; but when the cavalry continued the pursuit, that officer was led on in the moment of enthusiasm, and accompanied the cavalry on foot, attacking sword in hand every Frenchman that came in his way. He had already cut down two and wounded three others, when, being overpowered by a body of infantry, he was seized and made prisoner. In a short time he was stripped of all his appointments, his coat, and shoes: nothing was left him but his shirt and pantaloons, and they were nearly torn off. In this state he made his escape to his regiment during the night.

The artillery attached to Major-general Sir J. Kempt's (late Picton's) division, were most distinguished upon this occasion, although at one time the men were entirely routed from their battery. Col. Sir Philip Belson, of the 28th Regiment, who commanded the brigade that was Sir James Kempt's, had his horse shot under him, when he was leading up the 32d Regiment to the support of this battery of artillery. Majorgeneral Sir J. Lambert brought up his brigade to this part of the line, and contributed to the success of the day. Sir Denis Pack's brigade was to the left of Sir Philip's Belson's; that officer had two horses shot when he was with the 28th Regiment, who were posted along La Haye Sainte, where the French made the most desperate attacks during the day. Capt. Kelly, of the 28th Regiment, seized the Frenchman who carried the colour of the 25th Regiment, and private Fry coming up to his assistance, they carried it off, and Fry shot him dead.

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At the battle on the 16th of June, a brave Major of the 42d Highlanders, preferring to fight on foot in front of his men, had given his horse to hold to a little drummer-boy of the regiment. After some severe fighting with the French Horse Cuirassiers and Lancers, and after receiving several severe wounds, he fell from loss of blood near a brave private, Donald Mackintosh, of his corps, who was mortally wounded at the same instant. The little drummer-lad had left the horse to assist poor Donald: Lancer seeing the horse, thought him a fair prize, and made a dash at him. This did not escape the watchful and keen eye of the dying Highlander, who, with all the provident spirit of his country "ruling strong even in death," groaned out, "Hoot man, ye manna tak that beast, 't belangs to oor Captain here." The Lancer, understanding little of his brogue, and respecting less his writhing gestures, seized on the horse. Donald loaded his musket once more, shot him dead! and the next moment fell back, and expired content. An officer of the Cuirassiers, at this time observing our poor Major still bestirring himself, rode up, and stooping from his charger, aimed to dispatch him with his sword; our resolute Major seized his leg, and still grappled with him so stoutly, that he pulled him off his horse upon him. Another Lancer, observing this struggle, galloped up, and, to relieve his officer, attempted to spear the Major, who, by a sudden jerk and desperate exertion, placed the Frenchman, in the nick of the necessity, in his arms before him, who received the mortal thrust below his cuirass, and in this condition continued lying upon him, with his sword in his hand, for near ten minutes. The Major, unconscious that he had received a death-wound, expected all this time to receive his own at his hand. At last the French officer raised himself, ran or staggered a few yards, and then fell to struggle or to rise no more. Another private of his regiment now came up, and asked his Major what he could do to assist him? "Nothing, my good friend, but load your piece and finish me." -"But your eye still looks lively," said the poor fellow; "if I could move you to the 92d, fighting hard by, I think you would yet do well." With the aid of a fellow-soldier, he was moved as the man proposed, and soon seen by an intimate friend, Colonel Cameron, commanding the 92d, who instantly ordered him every succour possible. A blanket and four men carried him a little in the rear. While they were raising him, Colonel Cameron exclaimed, "God bless you; I must be off-the devils (meaning the Lancers) are at us again: I must stand up to them." He did so, and in a few minutes, stretched dead on the bed of honour, finished his mortal career of glory in the bold defence of his country.

It is a pleasure to add, that the brave Major is still alive,

wearing the honourable decoration and marks of sixteen severe wounds received in this unequal and arduous conflict, and lame too, from a severe wound received at the storming of Badajoz.

A Highland soldier of the 92d, who had been wounded in two places at Quatre Bras, was lying on the pavement, under the shade of a house, in the streets of Antwerp, patiently waiting till he could be attended to. An English gentleman spoke to him, and praised his gallant conduct and that of his fellow-soldiers. "Hoot, maun!" said the Scotchman; "what did we gang there to do, but to fight? what for wad ye mak sic a din about the like o' that?"

"The peasant who led us over the field of battle," says Mr. Southey, in the notes to his " Pilgrimage," "resided at Mont St. Jean. Mont St. Jean was everything to him; and his frequent exclamations of admiration for the courage of the Highlanders in particular, and indeed of the whole army, always ended with a reference to his own dwelling-house: If they had not fought so well, O mon Dieu! Mont St. Jean would have been burnt.” ”

These are the effusions of a foreign poet, in contradistinction to his country's popular opinion of the Highlanders, in return for the experience of their real character, which was truly exemplary, not only for their good manners, their bravery, and prodigality of their blood, on the 16th and 18th of June, but for their humanity towards the very enemy who had lately wished only to destroy them. The "Mercure de France," in recording homage to the virtues of the Highlanders, endeavours to find an attributable cause for the prevalence of these estimable qualities among them, determine that it is formed in the elementary principles of their education, which they strongly recommend to the consideration of those whose province it is to improve the morals of the state.

On the 16th, as the regiments came up, the enemy instantly assailed them with cavalry and artillery, preventing their formation in line or square; among these were the 69th, who suffered very much; in their discomfiture, they had no other resource than to join the regiment they could first reach. As on these occasions the first object of attack being the commanding officers, Colonel Muttlebury was closely pursued by two Lancers towards two

Hanoverian guns, the only artillery then present: the Colonel, by a sudden jerk of his horse, let the Lancers pass him; at that moment some grape-shot from the Hanoverian guns laid his pursuers on the ground, and the gallant officer escaped unhurt.

A Belgian peasant, who inhabited a corner house, ate his dinner in peace at twelve o'clock on the 16th, and was driven out by the balls flying about his ears at four the same day. This man described that part of the action which took place in his sight with great animation. He was particularly impressed by the rage the absolute fury, which the French displayed; they cursed the English while they were fighting, and cursed the precision with which the English grape-shot was fired; "which," said the man," was neither too high nor too low, but struck right in the middle.”

Captain Thoyts, of the Horse Guards Blue, in the first charge of his regiment on the 18th, had a strong contest with a French officer, and succeeded in wresting an eagle from the hands of the enemy: on his return towards the line his horse was unfortunately shot, when, not being able to make way, and perceiving a column of cavalry that must inevitably come up with him, he threw his prize into the hands of a dragoon who was passing; in two minutes after the column came up, and took him prisoner, he remained in their hands two days, when he returned on his parole to the English army.

Mr. W- an officer of the 2d Life Guards, was amongst the number of missing after the battle. More than three weeks passed away without bringing any tidings of him, and he was supposed to be dead; but, to the astonishment of everybody, he walked one day into Brussels in a most deplorable condition. His beard, the growth of a month, swept his breast: his face was burnt a bright mahogany colour; he had never been washed, and he was clothed in the most miserable rags. He had been taken

prisoner by the French, and had been hurried away with them in their flight. For three or four days they had compelled him to accompany them, when he had fortunately made his escape in some lonely part of France, he did not know where; and had literally begged his way back to Brussels.

During the charge made by the Royal Horse Guards Blue against the French Cuirassiers on the 18th, Lieut. Tathwell of that regiment rushed on the eagle-bearer, and in a most gallant style tore the eagle from his grasp, and was bearing it away in triumph, when, unfortunately, his horse received a shot, and his rider, in consequence, fell into the hands of the enemy; from whom, however, he effected his escape, and rejoined his corps the following morning.

An officer of the Inniskilling Dragoons, who had fallen from his horse in consequence of a severe wound, found himself, on