mer-boy of the 53rd (so we heard afterwards) who stuck himself up on a mound, and too-tooed away the advance and the double with all the breath in his lungs. When asked afterwards what he incant by sounding it without orders, he said, Please, sir, I was afraid the men would lick me if I didn't.' The first thing we met was the gun Peel, or rather Vaughan, had knocked over, with the gunner lying dead by it.

Payn now came up, and taking command, got the men into order, and advanced through the village, and on clearing it, opened them out in skirmishing order, still advancing rapidly. We could only see the stragglers till we crested the hill, a short way in rear of the village, and then behold the enemy drawn up about half a mile from us, with their artillery in front of them, which immediately opened a sharp but ineffectual fire.

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On looking to our left we beheld with joy our cavalry advancing at a gallop, threatening the enemy's right, and behind us our artillery coming up rapidly, and the infantry advancing beyond the village; so the 53rd kept pressing on. tillery soon opened upon the enemy, and as the cavalry were now getting close to them, they broke and dispersed like a fan all over the country. In a moment the cavalry were among them, and soon about 300 were cut up, the remainder saving themselves by flight, and by the mysterious manner in which an Indian force disappears. One moment the ground is covered in every direction with fugitives, the next there is hardly one to be seen; they hide in the long grass, in the cates of dholl, which grow six feet high, in the cracks and clefts of the earth, in holes, in ditches, behind walls, behind banks, behind everything or anything which can conceal a man. Occasionally they are discovered, and their fate is soon sealed, but the greater part escape.

We captured seven guns out of nine which they had, and as the furthest was at the tenth milestone from Futtyghur, and the Kala Nuddec at the 17th, Sir Colin may, in great part, thank the dashing but rather irregular advance of the 53rd for his success on that day, for had the advance been much longer delayed, the greater part would have got back in safety to Futtyghur and Furruckabad, and instead of having merely to take possession of an empty fort, he might have had to besiege it, thereby wasting much valuable time and many cqually valuable lives.

On inquiry, it appeared that it was whispered amongst the 53rd, that the 93rd, who were ordered to dine early on purpose, were to be sent on to storm the village, and they, thinking it very hard that after being under fire for seven hours, they should be cut out of the honour of storming the place, passed the word to one another to advance while the 93rd were dining. Afterwards, when Sir Colin came up with some of them (I will not answer for the truth of this, but I have been told it a hundred times, though I have also heard it denied), and began pitching into them for daring to advance without orders, all the reply he got was " Three cheers for Sir Colin ;" and on his turning to Mansfield, and saying" Speak to them, they are your old regiment," there was immediately" Three cheers for General Mansfield." Meanwhile an order was given for a general advance, and the baggage was directed to cross the bridge, and to come on; I cantered on to the front to see what had been done there, and when about a mile on I met an artillery officer who said "You had better not go on; there are several desperate fellows in a hole there who have killed and wounded some men, and they are holding some of the Naval Brigade at bay." Not quite seeing his argument, I galloped on rather faster, for two reasons: first, to get there sooner, and secondly, that if they did take a shot at me it should be a flying one; and came up to Peel, who had with him young Daniels and half-a-dozen men; (Danicls is the mid who was Peel's aide-de- camp during the Crimean war, was at his side during the slaughter of Inkermann, and bound up his wound at the repulse of the 18th of June, tinder the storm of shot, shell, and bullets which the Redan was pouring into our shattered forces, and helped him back to the trenches; he has the Victoria Cross, and medals without end, and is a fine fellow indeed). They were standing behind some trees. Peel said "Get off your horse or you'll be shot," which I did sharp. Alongside the road was a ditch, about six feet deep, in which were four Sepoys, two dead; young Daniels had shot one with his revolver, the two others at that moment jumped up and bolted into a little house by the roadside, which had been a police-station. I took my pistol from my holster (I had left my sword hanging to the mess-dhoolie

when I started off in such a hurry), and running up to the window, looked out for a chance to get a shot at them, but could only see the points of their bayonets sticking out of the inner doors; one poked his head out for a moment, and I snapped a shot, but missed him, and I saw the muzzle of his musket nearly point at me; it could not luckily quite do so, for the corners of the door did not allow enough training. A shot came from another direction, which I suppose killed one, and the other made a rush; and I did not miss him this time, but rolled him over dead-my first subscription to the punishment of the murderers of our countrymen, our countrywomen, and their helpless children. I rejoiced at it, and felt that now I had not come out to India in vain. Soon after a dhoolie passed, and on inquiring whom it contained, we were told it was poor Captain Younghusband. He had been through the siege of Delhi, had led his gallant Punjaubees in all the fights in Greathed's and Grant's descent from Delhi to Cawnpore, had had the most marvellous escape shortly before, for in a pursuit he and his horse fell down a well, and two more came on top of him, yet, wonderful to relate, he was got out unhurt, the others, horses and men, were killed; and here, in cutting up these fugitives, he, as fate would have it, came across one determined man among many cowards, who, knowing his own death inevitable, kuelt down on one knee, took a deliberate aim when Younghusband was within five yards of him, shot him through the lungs, and was himself immediately killed. Younghusband lingered on till next day, when he expired."

Annals of the Indian Rebellion, 1857-58. Part 1. May, 1859. Calcuttu.

THIS promises to be a useful compilation so long as it confines itself to what it pretends to be-mere Annals. The time has not yet come for a History of the Indian Revolt, but no works can be more useful than those which collect 'contributions towards' it. Such a record as this ought to be skilfully selected, clearly arranged, full of references, containing only authoritative documents, and accompanied by a copious Index.

From New York to Delhi, by way of Rio de Janeiro, Australia and China. By Robert B. Minturn, Jr. New York. D. Appleton & Co. 1858. THE rage for travel is extending itself, and among none so much as our American brethren. Proud as they have reason to be of their own country, the more educated among them ever feel a longing to see the old lands which were the fountains of civilisation and the depositories of its triumphs. Brought up from boyhood to look upon the literature and history of other countries as grander than their own, which are but an effect of these, they look with a somewhat deeper awe upon the glories of the past, than those older nations which may also be strangers to them, and long for the time when they shall become familiar with the sources whence their own ancestors drew their power and their love of liberty, their own writers found their inspiration. But even American travellers have exhausted the ordinary resorts of sight-seekers, and have created a literature of travel which has left no ordinary scene undescribed, no ordinary place unvisited. Shut up to dis

cover new objects of excitement, the tendency has of late developed itself to scamper over a vast extent of ground, to observe quickly and therefore carelessly, and to set up for a wonderful traveller by a six months run over three continents. Men like Mr. Train and Bayard Taylor differ very widely in their powers and the value of their books, the latter being as pleasant and admirable as the former is disgusting and puny, but both travelled over too great an extent of ground, and even Taylor mars his otherwise almost perfect work by shallow ignorance on many points, rapid and incorrect generalisation, or positive mis-statement. When we read the first sentence of our Author's preface, the title page of whose book bears on it that he visited Rio de Janeiro, Australia, China, and India-" the following work has grown out of a six months' tour in India," we dreaded a repetition of the flippancy, ignorance and ill-taste of Mr. Train, and expected to see all, but especially India and her rulers, ignorantly misrepresented. But it is not so, and we must distinctly declare that we have found Mr. Minturn's book the most accurate and trustworthy on India of any work written by a comparative stranger that we have read. The style may be bad, the description devoid of all colouring, and the whole work somewhat defective in life, but it possesses that first quality of a book of travels-accuracy, an accuracy extending to such minute details as native names and Hindostanee words, as the intricacies of landed tenures and the Civil Courts. There is throughout the work a thorough sympathy with the English, an appreciation of the blessings of their rule, and an understanding of the character of the natives and the relation in which we stand to them, which only a democratic American of the Southern States could shew :

"Officials in India are blamed for the tone assumed by them toward natives of education and position. It is alleged that too little consideration, too little respect, is shown them. This allegation is unfounded. So far as regards courtesy in public, not only the orders of the government, but the gentlemanly feelings of the officers themselves, induce them to treat with every attention those natives of standing -native gentlemen they are called-with whom they are brought into connection, either officially or socially. But English officers cannot look upon these natives with any respect; they cannot look upon them as in any sense their equals, or worthy to mix in the society of themselves, and especially of their wives and families; and it is not very wonderful that the disgust, which courtesy forbids them to show in public, should be occasionally visible in the coldness of their manners, and that the utter contempt which the rough-mannered but honourable soldier feels for these whited sepulchres, these polished villains, should find an open and frequent expression in private. In fact, what a perversion of terms is it to apply to such men the name of gentleman-a term of which we are so justly proud, because no other language has for it an equivalent. What do we mean by a gentleman ? We mean, in the first place, a man of position and of polished manners-these are possessed to the highest extent by those natives to whom the term is applied. But do we not mean something more? Do we not associate with the word the possession of those higher qualities, the respect for which has descended to us from the age of chivalry? Must not a gentleman be a man of honour, of truth, of courage? Must he not have a certain respect for what is weak and helpness; a detestation of all unfair advantage, a chivalrous respect for women; and must he not shrink from all that is mean, low, cowardly, and degrading? In fine, must not every gentleman be a man in the fullest and highest sense of the term? and will any amount of wealth, power, or re

fined manners, make up for the utter absence of truth, honour, and every ennobling moral quality? Now, when we consider that, in addition to all this treachery, lying, moral cowardice, and degradation, a native gentleman lives in the habitual practice of crimes so loathsome that no convict in our prisons would not shrink from the charge of them if made against himself, I am sure it will be a subject of wonder, not that all who know their character should despise them, but that any man who res pects himself should be willing to mingle with them in society on terms of equality.”

The ship in which Mr. Minturn embarked was bound for Sydney, but a succession of violent gales drove it into Rio. After a ten days" stay there he reached Sydney, scampered over the whole of South Australia, and visited the Gold-Diggings. He gives a good account of the squatter system, and after a survey of English power in the Australian colonies comes to the conclusion, which is a just one, that they can never become a rival to America. Their physical geography, their distance from the great markets of the world, the climate, and the present system of land apportionment, are against it. He represents most of their inhabitants, like the British in India, as intending to return home sooner or later. In sixty days from Sydney he reached Shanghae, made a trip inland, went to Hong-Kong and Canton and thence in the "Lancefield" to Calcutta, which he reached in the middle of October 1856. His description of Calcutta and Anglo-Indian life is singularly clear and correct, free at once from libel and high colouring. He proceeds by the ordinary dâk route. to Benares, thence to Allahabad, Cawnpore and Lucknow, at which latter place he was the guest of Captain Hayes. After visiting Meerut he has a run up the Himalayas as far as Landour. A conversation with the American Missionaries at Dehra, leads to the following remarks on Annexation

"No one who sympathizes with the restoration of order in France by the Great Napoleon, ought to object to the annexation of native territories by the Company. The two cases are almost exactly parallel. In both we have the forcible substitution of a good government for a bad one-of law for anarchy. In both certain rights were necessarily violated, and certain classes offended. Whatever differences there are in the two cases, are in favour of the English. The tyranny of a native government is worse than that of the Bourbons, or of the Revolutionary authorities. In France there was a large class who were much attached to the old Royal government; in an Indian State, such a class is small, and consists of the government officials who live by extortion, and the feudal princes who grow rich by violence and plunder. In France, too, if Napoleon had not arisen, the Bourbons would probably have been restored, and would have inaugurated a government purified of the abuses which had driven them from the throne. In India there was no such chance. Governments there never change or improve-they only become weak. The royal races degenerate, and, as vitality diminishes in the central organ of the body politic, the extremities become corrupt and disorganized. Then comes a bloody usurpation, and the same thing is repeated. Sometimes the catastrophe is a conquest; but, with that change, the above formula is an accurate description of the history of the native dynasties of India. Fortunate are those States which, at such a crisis in the affairs of their rulers, have been taken under British protection, and saved from the indefinite repetition of revolutions, tyrannies, anarchy, and conquest. The term CC revolution," which I employ, may be misunderstood. I would not imply a popular movement. There never has been, and never can be anything of the kind in India, with reference to government. The great mass of the population bave stood inactive for centuries, and seen their country invaded; their royal families in chains, or put to

the sword; armies of invaders devastating their fields, and robbing their wealth. They have beheld, unmoved, every possible change in the supreme power; they have submitted without a murmur, to the most grinding cruelty and oppression; but they have never once struck a blow in their own defence-they only fled to the jungul and its tigers, when their country was overrun by robbers, like the Maharattas, of more than average cruelty; or took refuge in the British territories, when, as in the case of Oude, the tyranny of government was no longer endurable."

A description of Delhi, Umballah, Agra, Jaipoor, Rajpootana, the Mahratta Country, Ellora, Bombay, Aden and Cairo, ends the travels in the East. Then follow Chapters on the Climate and History of India, the English Government in India, the Army of India, the Revenue and Wealth of India and the Revolt. An appendix gives the music and an English adaptation of the Persian Song of the Nauch Girls-"Tazu ba Tazu, Now ba now!" The American nation will gain a pretty correct idea of the English in India from this book. We know none that we would so soon recommend to one who is totally ignorant of the past and present of British India. It reads like a romance of De Foe, but it is truthful as a volume of Hallam.

Scripture and Science not at variance; with remarks on the Historical Character, Plenary Inspiration, and Surpassing Importance of the Earlier Chapters of Genesis. By John H. Pratt, M. A., Archdeacon of Calcutta. Third Edition, London: Thomas Hatchard. 1859.

We have read this third edition of the Archdeacon's pamphlet with unfeigned satisfaction. Small and unpretending as it is, we believe it to be destined to do good service to the cause of truth. It is designed to meet a want that has been long felt-a service which it performs most completely. How many sincere Christians, and how many sincere doubters, would rejoice to have this book placed in their hands. And in these days when the knowledge of the Physical Sciences is being so widely spread, the importance of a short, readable, truthful book on such a subject cannot be overestimated. The purpose of the book can scarcely be better expressed than in the Archdeacon's own words. “The assertion, not unfrequently made, that the discoveries of science are opposed to the declarations of Holy Scripture, is as mischievous as it is false, because it tends both to call in question the inspiration of the sacred volume and to throw discredit upon scientific pursuits.

"Many, however, who are pre-disposed to reject such a conclusion, from a general conviction that Scripture is the Word of God, are nevertheless at a loss for arguments to repel the charge. It is the object of the following pages to furnish such persons with a reply, in a concise and portable form. The Treatise, therefore, is intentionally only a summary of arguments. To expand it, except by the addition of new illustrations, would defeat my design. A larger work would not find access where I hope this will. There are others also whose case it is here designed to meet-those who receive the Christian Revelation, but, under the influence of supJUNE, 1859.