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a critic, mitigated the censure which would otherwise have been awarded. Our object at present is merely to shew how Colonel Mountain played his part. We have given above his own cautious and modest letter to Lord Dalhousie. The following extracts from the newspapers will interest our readers. They are taken from the memoir :

“ The 4th brigade was sent against the centre of what was supposed to be the enemy's line, and advanced, under their gallant leader Brigadier Mountain, in the most undaunted manner through

the jungle, in the face of a fire (a storm) first of round shot, ' then grape, and lastly musketry, which mowed down the officers ' and men by dozens. Still they advanced, and on reaching the

guns, spiked every one in front, and two others on the left, which ' had subsequently opened a flank fire upon them.”

Another paper says:

“ The 29th charged nobly, like a wall, and took many guns, but ' how many have been actually secured is not known. Mountain in " the thickest of the most murderous fire the oldest officers ever saw, ' escaped unhurt by a miracle. What a gallant fellow he is !!!

Sir Hugh Gough's despatch, also, is very honourable to Colonel Mountain. He says :

“The right attack of infantry, under that able officer General 'Sir Walter Gilbert, was most praiseworthy and successful. The

left brigade, under Brigadier Mountain, advanced under a heavy · fire upon the enemy's guns, in a manner that did credit to the

Brigadier and his gallant brigade, which came first into action ' and suffered severely. This division nobly maintained the charac

ter of the Indian Army, taking and spiking the whole of the enemy's guns in their front, and dispersing the Sikhs wherever

they were seen.. Sir Walter Gilbert speaks warmly of the ' charge led by Brigadier Mountain against a large battery of the

enemy, and followed up on his right by Brigadier Godby, and of ' the subsequent conduct of these officers.”

Mountain was present at the battle of Goojerat, but his brigade was not called into action, very much to his disappointment. But as a soldier he had to sustain a yet greater trial. Having been appointed, with the chivalrous General of his division, to follow up the flying Sikhs after the battle of Goojerat, he hoped for a share of the glory almost certain to be reaped under such a leader. unfortunate accident from a pistol-shot, which shattered his left hand, and threatened even more serious consequences, compelled hiin to give place to another, and seek repose.

And we are sure every reader of the memoir will sympathise with this brave man denied thus a share in this wondrous and never to be forgotten pursuit. Sir Walter writing to him, says :

“ Be assured, I was by no means unmindful of one to whom I was so much indebted for his judicious and gallant leading of my left brigade at Chillianwallah, and again at Goojerat, and whose every

act whilst serving with me, had gained my most unqualified appro'bation. Next to yourself, no one regretted your absence so much

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as I did, inasmuch as it deprived me of the services of one I could place the most implicit confidence in under all circumstances : so none of your numerous acquaintance grieved more than myself for the accident which caused your absence.

Having been confirmed in the post of Adjutant-General, and received the warm congratulation of his friends, from Lord Dalhousie downwards, the rest of his days were spent till his death in 1854, in the vigorous and earnest discharge of the laborious duties attached to it. His service in the field was now all over, and in the remainder of his career, as well as of his correspondence as given by his biographer, nought very stirring is to be found. He continued however, the same conscientious officer and Christian gentleman to the last. But one extract from a letter of his we are in the present circumstances of this country, tempted to give :

“The present state of things in Bengal particularly needs revi' sion. An officer perhaps after eighteen years' service in the com

missariat, or other civil department, on promotion, or on return ' from sick furlough, falls back on his regiment as Major, and com' mands it. All the captains but one, are either on furlough in

Europe or on detached employ; so are most of the senior subalterns, ' of whom perhaps the adjutant and quarter-master, and three or 'four young ensigns only are with the regiment. The commanding

officer knows nothing of regimental duty, or of teaching the young • officers their work,--is either harsh, or lax and careless; and the boys run wild. This is not at all an extreme, but a very common case, and it is only wonderful that the service gets on as well as it does. It is impossible that the sepoys can feel attachment to · commanders who have not seen their regiments for fifteen or twenty yearsor to boys who have their duty to learn.

The italics are ours. Other quotations might be made to the same effect. It was a simple fact which is here stated, well known to the whole Anglo-Indian community, and intimately so to one holding the official position which Colonel Mountain did. True, he was a Queen's officer, but that he was influenced in his statement by no unworthy jealous dislike to the Indian service, is sufficiently proved by such passages in his letters as the following:

“ John Company, whatever may be his faults, is infinitely better ' than Downing Street. If India were made over to the Colonial

Office, I should not think it worth three years' purchase, p. 297. " Take them all in all, the Director's have done their work well-the * Company has many active and enterprising officers, p. 300.”

Could such sowing, as that above described, fail in due time to bear a disastrous crop ? Could such an ulcer in our military system, exist and gather strength, and fester on without striking at the very life ? Can we wonder at the unequalled calamities which have been the result? Yet every one in Military Authority knew it, the Commander-in-Chief knew it, the Governor-General in Council, who granted every furlough and made every civil appointment, knew it; yet what did he ever do to reform such a state of things. And yet there were men, and intelligent men too, who strained them

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selves to find language to set forth the unequalled greatness of Lord Dalhousie, who could never open their mouths about him without trying to persuade us that he was a demi-god. Much lies at the door of poor old Sir Wm. Gomm; but did not pity for an enfeebled dying man interpose, the people of England would yet have a reckoning with Lord Dalhousie for the precious blood which has been shed, for the heaviest load of war which has ever befallen the families of our countrymen.

Editorial Note. We allow the concluding sentence to stand, under protest. It not only assumes, what may be very probable, but what has never been proved, that the mutinies have been caused by the inefficient officering of the regiments. It is not improbable that this may be the case, or rather that the causes which produced them might have been checked, had the system of withdrawing officers from their regiments not prevailed. But the attack on Lord Dalhousie is most gratuitous and unmerited. Lord Dalhousie had no discretionary power in regard to furloughs. As to Civil appointments,-considering the vast accession to our territory made during his rule,-he took away fewer men than probably any one else would have taken away, from the effective strength of the army ; and had the work done, to as great an extent as possible, by covenanted and uncovenanted civilians. We never represented Lord Dalhousie as a demi-god, but we are not ashamed of having lent our pages to a hearty and well-merited panegyric ou his administration, of which we believe every statement is true to the letter.


Chow-Chow ; being selections from a Journal kept in India, Egypt,

and Syria. By the t'iscountess Falkland, 2 vols. Lons don, 1857.


It is not often that the reviewer has to do with an author, who is at once the daughter of a King, the sister of an Earl, the wife of a Viscount, and the cousin of our most gracious Queen—God bless her! Lady Falkland is all this; and in addition to all this, she is a clever, sensible woman, quite able to appreciate the sycophancy which has led some of our brethren in England to dilate on the surpassing advantages which her position in Bombay afforded her for the observation of “ men and manners” in the east. Her lady

. ship must have been quite well aware that nearly the opposite was the fact; that almost every lady in Bombay had better opportunities than she had to observe both European and native habits of life and conversation, unless indeed she had chosen to adopt the Harun Al Raschid policy, and to mingle with society incognita. In point of fact, there is not one of the thousand books about India that contains less than this one does of the active life of either community; and what it does contain is almost entirely restricted to the retail of the staple legendary anecdotes, such as that relating to the matrimonial valuation of a civilian, and that relating to a lady who got “fixed” in her arm-chair in church, and had to obtain extraneous aid before her release could be "effectuated." But Lady Falkland

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has a good eye for the beauties and the sublimities of nature, and a graphic style for the description of scenery. She has, moreover, made ample use of a good library; and has collected, through the help of others, a good deal of information from natives, respecting the habits of the different races and castes. In this way, she has produced an exceedingly pleasing book, which contains a great deal of information in a very unpretending and attractive form.

Chow-Chow professes to be a collection of "odds and ends," and there is no way of noticing it more suitable to its nature, than merely selecting a few of these, as fair specimens of the whole. As a specimen of the notes that Europeans in India are constantly receiving from natives, we are presented with the following from


" To MRS. COLLECTOR SAHIB, ESQ." “ HONOURED MADAM, “ Madam's butler says that madam is much displeased with poor butcher, because mutton too much lean and tough. But sheep no grass got, where get fat? When come raiu, then good mutton. I kiss your honour's pious feet.

“ I have the honour to remain madam,

Your affectionate butcher,


We think our readers will agree with us in considering the following as a good and graphic description of


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At about four o'clock one very lovely afternoon, while in my verandah, overlookivg the sea and beautiful view, embracing Back Bay, Colaba, the Fort of Bombay, the harbour, distant mountains, and the extensive cocoa-nut wood of palms, to the left, I heard some one say, suddenly,““ what is that ?" fire." "No, it is a dust-storm." Over the far distant mountains, dingy, yellow, red clouds were stirring. With us at Malabar Point, all was bright, calm, and beautiful. In a few minutes the mountains, Colaba, the fort and town of Bombay became quite invisible, as if they had suddenly sunk into the ocean. But we were not to escape unmolested ; soon a low, murmuring sound was heard ; the sea close to us became gently agitated. The leaves of the trees, till now quite undisturbed, began to rustle ; the sky was overcast, but the sun was not quite obscured; the colour of the sea was magnificent; there were streaks of deep purple, green, and lilac ; the waves looked like rainbows; the wind became stonger every minute ; kites and crows could not fly, they perched themselves on rocks and trees, waiting for the storm to be over.

Myriads of dragon-flies were tossed up and down by the wind, which now rushed through the bungalow, bringing with it clouds of dust, which covered everything in its passage ; and then fell torrents of rain, and everything was refreshed for a time.”

“ The distant view was still scarcely to be seen, and a cloud swept over the ocean to the right, seeming to disappear at the islands of Kennery and Hennery. When the storna subsided, the sky did not recover its usyal serenity, and the evening closed with murky-looking clouds still moving about.”

We have said that Lady Falkland does not tell us much about the European society in Bombay, and in this, we think that she acts wisely. When she has any thing to say, however, she is not afraid to speak out. The following portraiture of two veterans might

have found an appropriate place in the Delhi Sketch-book in its best days.


"I knew in Bombay, an old officer, who had been at least forty years absent from Europe; during which time, he had served his country well in a military capacity; had been in many climates, and seen many countries. His face was like a map; here you could see a coruer of Sierra Leone, there you could trace a bit of Canada, and here was Bermuda. His career was engraven on his face.

“I happened once to mention to him a great event which had lately taken place in Europe. He stared at me, and said, “I know nothing at all about it.”

'Not discouraged, I started another topic connected with public affairs in England, when I received a decided check by his answering, “I take no interest at all in it.” I still hoped to rouse him from such a state of apathy, and spoke of the admirable speech of some well-known politician, when to this he calmly replied, “I know nothing at all about him.”

“ This person belonged quite to the old school.' People now run home, as it is called, oftener-get their ideas brushed up, and, what is far better, bring out new ones with them.

" It is seldom that members of the Company's service remain so long in India, but wom-out Queen's officers are occasionally sent there from our colonies by the authorities at home. Of this last class was my friend above mentioned. I afterwards knew an ancient general officer, who was appointed to a command in India. He was nearly blind and deaf, and, though the 'pink' of courtesy and an amiable man - distinguished, moreover, as a soldier in earlier life-of course, could no longer be active in the discharge of his military duties. His aides-de-camp were for ever occupied in preventing his falling over the footstools in the drawing-room, when he went out to dinner. He was not exactly 'the right man in the right place.''

With reference to the above extract, we must call attention to the fact that these two gentlemen were not “old Indians." We question whether, even in our most “ benighted” days, the most thorough specimen of the "country-bottled " class would have so far gloried in his shame, as to confess that he knew nothing at all of the important events taking place in Europe.

We have said that, in order to get an acquaintance with the manners and habits of the natives, Lady Falkland was in the habit of calling in the aid of gentlemen acquainted with the native languages, who made enquiries for her, and translated the depositions thus obtained. In this way, she procured the following account of the “hamals" or


« We begin to learn about seventeen ; an old hand is placed in front, and a young one behind, under a pole, with heavy stones at each end, slung with rope, to give the weight of a palanquin, and so the step is learnt ; some take to it immediately, others are very long in learning.

" Of the six hamals under the poles of a palkee, the leader and the last of all are of most consequence; for, if not steady, able, and quick, they may throw down the rest.

“We size ourselves with care before starting, and make up for difference in height by pads on the shoulders. We prefer going down a gentle slope, rather than on a straight road; and, if all are good hamals, can go down a steep hill very quickly. It is hard work, up hill for long. We can go eighteen coss (of two miles each) at one ruu.

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