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enemy that he need never hope to conquer British soldiers
led by British officers. He hoped they would join him in
drinking a bumper, with three times three, to the health
of our brave army who fought in the Crimea.

The toast was drunk with enthusiasm.

Colonel Nortcorr, C. 8., of the Rifle Brigade, senior
regimental officer present, responded to the toast,
and in doing so eulogised the heroic valour and the
noble endurance of the whole army in the Crimea;
but especially the infantry, which he designated the
vertebra° of the lion. He compared the good fare of
which they had just partaken with that on which
they subsisted for months in the Crimea, when a leg
of mutton was a thing not to be realised, and, point•
ing to the ladies' gallery, said, the feeling that most
sustained the troops in the exhausting trench-work
and their heroic conduct in actual fight sprang from
thoughts of their mothers, sisters, and wives at home,
the memory of whom never forsook them.
" The Navy," " The Royal Marines," and " Miss
Nightingale " were urunk and responded to with
warm enthusiasm.

Sir F. BARING, M.P., then proposed the health of
Sir Richard Dacres, and the Royal Artillery.

Sir RICHARD DACRES in reply said:—

To the gallantry and skill of the field artillery, while op-
posing the superior metal of the enemy's guns at Alma
and Inkermann, he could bear ample testimony, as one
who shared in those victories as a lieutenant•colonel.
Since the latter action he had, as commanding officer, fre-
quently expressed his admiration and thanks fur their
energy, zeal, and devotion. The able manner in which the
difficult duty of conve►•ing ammunition to the trenches
was executed during the early part of the siege, the patient
endurance and soldierlike spirit with which the privations
and hardships of the first winter were encountered, the
promptitude with which the horse artillery, and the field
batteries recovered their efficiency when the severest of
their distresses were past, and finally, the guarantee so
splendidly given of their fitness to commence another
campaign when at the conclusion of the war they marched
past the Russian general in splendid order on the same
plains that had been the scene of their achievements and
sufferings,—those considerations called forth his warm and
heartfelt recognition. With r•garl to the siege.train, such
an opportunity of displaying their soldierlike qualities
could scarcely present itself again. Their discipline had
been tried by an eleven months' siege—their energy by
enormous difficulties and labour—their endurance by ter-
rible hardships—and their steadiness by tremendous and
sustained cannonades. Anna all these trials their conduct
had been admirable, while their skill had been attested by
the enemy's ruined ramparts and dismounted guns. Those
who after such services are permitted to return to their
homes must always consider the siege of Sebastopol as the
must glorious epoch of their lives.
Dr. ENGLEDUE proposed the health of Sir Harry
Jones, and paid a high tribute to his chivalric cou-
rage, on the 18th of September :
At the assault he was on a bed of sickness, and, con•
trary to the advice of his general and his corarades, he
caused himself to be placed on a litter and was carried
into the trenches; and I believe, if his duty had consisted
in leading the immediate assault on the Redan, he would
have caused his litter to be carried there also.

Major• General Sir HARRY JONES bore testimony to
the noble manner in which the working parties and
the guards in the trenches conducted themselves,
adding that during the numerous times he went into
the trenches he never heard a word of complaint on
the part of any soldier there, however great were hi•
labours and privations .

It should be borne in mind that the men who thus
suffered and toiled were not fresh soldiers, but soldiers
borne down by fatigue unknown before in any army. As
to'the Naval Brigade, they stood nobly to their work. It
was not necessary to call them up ; the difficulty was to
call them down. It was not with them as with his friend
just now ( pointing to Captain Peel, who had been called
up to respond to the previous toast)—it was not " Peel,
get up," but " Peel, get down." They made several im-
portant movements towards the trenches rather than stand
idle in their batteries. Nothing could exceed the accuracy
and beauty with which their fire was directed; and the
great success attending the efforts of the French to get
possession of the Malakoff was influenced by the material
assistance they derived from the British batteries. Pro-
Serly speaking, he himself ought not to have been at
ebastopol, for he was one of the old good-for-nothings
who served in the Peninsula; hut he endeavoured to serve
his country in his old age, and he was glad to find that his
services had not beeeu forgotten.

General CANNON, in replying for "The Turkish
Army," gave a brief sketch of his services with that
force :

I joined the Turkish army some three years ago under
Omer Pscha—a great commander, and a man of great
ability and talent, who had collected that army, it will be
remembered, from all parts of the empire, clothed it, dis-
ciplined it, and fed it—for he had no treasure chest, nor
any commissariat. Nevertheless, he organised an efficient
army of 100,000 men, with which he crossed the Danube.
It was then that be was kind enough to intrust me with
the common' of a detachment, 6,000 strong, with which
I was instructed to harass the Russian army before Silis•
tria. In obedience to those orders I was for several da)s
on the Russian flanks, supported by six gallant English
oScers, whom the liberality of the British Crovernuient
had sent out to aid and co-operate with me, and with their
aniMance my detachment naanetuvred gonad the be.

SATURDAT,

sieging army, and occasioned them considerable los*, but
hearing at length that the garrison was in distress, I, with•
out orders, threw myself in, by a flank march, to their relief.
You remember the Arab Tabia redoubt—that tells of the
gallantry of that Turkish ban►. At Silistria I found two of
my countrymen—Captain Butler and Captain Nasmyth—
by their example and daring leading the Turks and en•
couraging the Turks everywhere; they were the life and
the soul of the garrison. I do not wish to detract in the
slightest degrea from the gallantry of the Turkish officers
—but I must in justice to those two gallant British
soldiers say that they were the very soul of the men who
maintained the Arab Tabia and Yenikale batteries against
the Russian force. When I arrived in Silistria I found
the Turkish soldiers in those batteries had been three
weeks unrelieved, with their muskets cocked in their
hands, the Russians being within a few paces of them.
The original battery was entirely gone—destroyed by the
enemy's shot, but the position was nevertheless maintained
with a courage that was under the circumstances surprising.
The Russians approached by zig zag works, and sprung a
mine under the defences, which they blew up, and then
charged; the Turks met the charge, bayonet to bayonet,
anti you know the result. Again, at the battle of Giurgevo,
a force of only between 4,000 and 5 000 Turks crossed the
Danube and attacked and beat 15,00) Russians in the open
field. Six British officers served with the Turkish force
on that day, three of whom found a soldier's grave on
the field.

Sir William Williams and other officers returned
thanks fur various other toasts, before they finally
broke up.

ANTI - SLAVERY MEN IN SOUTHERN
STATES.

THE pro-slavery men in Kansas appear to be carrying
on the war against their unarmed antagonists with all
the vigour and ferocity usually reserved for enemies
better able to defend themselves. The following
account of the treatment two Methodist preachers
lately met at Rochester at the hands of the pro.
slavery party clearly illustrates the fact that the
free-soilers have ferocious savages, not civilised
enemies, to deal with. The letter from the Rev. W.
Sellers is addressed to a brother missionary. He
writes :

I had appointed Saturday, June 14, to commence
a series of meetings in Rochester, and had written
to several ministers to come and assist me. On Wed-
nesday or Thursday previous a pro-slavery man
named Sims was shot by a free-soil man (one Har-
desty), because Sims attempted to drive him from
his home or kill him. I arrived in Rochester on
Thursday, about twelve o'clock. Soon after my ar-
rival I was waited upon in Brother Strock's store by
a committee of three individuals, who said they were
authorised by the citizens of Rochester and vicinity
to inform me not to p eacb again in Rochester, and
endeavoured by threatening to extort a promise from
me to that effect, declaring at the same time that
this Noith Methodist preaching would not be tole•
rated longer in the county. I asked them for a few
names of the citizens who had given them this au-
thority; they had no names to give; I have better
friends in Rochester. I then asked them if they
claimed to be American citizens. They said I was a
fool, and had better promise not to preach again in
Rochester. I told them I would nut make that pro-
mise ; that I was guilty of no crime, had viclated no
law, and would obey God rather than men. I asked
them what rights or privileges they claimed as Ame-
rican citizens, by virtue of their citizenship, that
were superior to other American citizens. At this
remark, without giving me an answer, they left the
store, muttering that force would be used in order to
stop me.

I bad some pastoral visiting to do in the country,
and, after attending to that important duty, on Satur-
day morning I started for Rochester for the purpose
of holding my meeting at the time appointed. As
we rode into town we observed groups of men col-
lected at the corners of the streets, engaged in con-
versation. The excitement appeared to be general.
I rode through the village to Brother Strock's stable
to put up my horse, and Brother Holland, who was
in company with me, went immediately into Brother
Strock's store. I came into the store in ten or
fifteen minutes, and found several of my Rochester
friends and some from the country who had come to
attend the meeting. Old Brother Holland (a sainted
martyr now) was standing near the front door. One
of the leaders, with several others of the mob, were
standing near Brother Holland and myself, having
in their bands a late number of the Western
Christian Advocate, containing the report of the
majority of the Committee on Slavery in the General
Conference. I told them how that matter was ad-
justed, but all to no purpose; we were abolitio ists
still, and I must promise not to preach, or else be
mobbed. I said I would not do it. About this time
the mob began to collect in front. of the door. I
suppose there were from 95 to 100 of them—some
from Platte county, some from Buchanan, some from
Savannah, and others from the vicinity of Rochester
Some were armed with revolvers, others had knives

SEPT. 20, 1856.

and dohs, while others had picked up stones in the
streets. One fellow cried out if he had me out of
the store he would soon kill me. At that remark
one fellow got me by the arm, and drew me to the
door. Three others then came to his assistance,
and, seizing hold of each arm and leg, they carried
me to the middle of the street, where they halted—
raving, cursing, and yelling like a body of savages
who had rescued a prisoner.
While this was transpiring Brother Holland was
shot, the ball striking him on the chin, passing
through and breaking his neck. He expired in
about thirty minutes. I afterwards understood that
brother Strock was shot also, the ball cutting all his
clothing and grazing the skin on his side. They
also shot at Brother Beattie and missed him ; and
he then knocked two or three of them down and
escaped at the back door. These noble brethren
stood with me in the battle till they were driven from
their posts.

While in the street the mob held a consultation
over me, as to the nature of the punishment I
should receive trom them, a. the embodiment of civil
power, and the self•constituted guardians of society,
for thus attempting to preach Jesus and the resur-
rection under the banner of freedom. Some said,
"Cut his throat;' others, " Scalp him ;" others,
"Shoot him in the head." At last they concluded
to tar him. They then carried me across the street,
between another ►tore and warehouse, to a tar barrel
which was sunk in the ground, and, throwing me
down on my back with considerable violence, held me
there while they consulted as to the manner in which
the tar should be applied. Some said, "Put him in
head foremost ;" others were for stripping me. One
fellow swore they could not agree, and he would
shoot me. He aimed a revolver at my head, but
another wrested it from him, exclaiming, "Don't
shoot him; we will give him what we think he de-
serves." At last they concluded to do the work with-
out stripping me. After searching me to see whether
I was armed or not, and finding I bad no arms con-
cealed about my person, they commenced putting on
the tar with a broad paddle. After completely
saturating my hair, they gave my eyes, ears, face,
and ueck each a plastering. I lad on a black coat,
satin vest, and black cloth pants. They tarred my
cravat, my shirt bosom, and my clothes, down to my
feet. They then let me up.
I was so sore I could scarcely stand on my feet,
but oh ! the agony of my eyes ; they appeared like
balls of fire, and I thought they would burst out of
my head. Although it was noon, and the hot son
was beaming upon my head, I groped my way as at
midnight. After I arose to my feet one fellow said,
" He has one minute to leave town !" another said,
" He can have five minutes, and if he is not gone in
that time he shall be shot." I groped my way into
the street ; they followed me with their revolvers
cocked, telling me to step faster, at the peril of my
life. I was in so much misery I knew not where I
RIM going. I could see objects, but could not dis-
tinguish one from another. By the time I got across
the street, between Brother Strock's store and stable,
the tar had melted so-ne, and I could distinguish
between males and females. Here were the female
members of my flock in Rochester, over whom I felt
the "Holy Ghost had made me an overseer," some
of whom had ventured out in the mid.t of this mob
to rescue their pastor from their bloody clutches.
Some had fainted, others were crying and wringing
their hands in excessive grief. I thought of the
patriotic women of the Revolution, and that their
daughters still lived to ?end a helping hand in behalf
of suffering humanity. I found my horse in the
yard with the bridle on, and with the assistance of
one of the mob I got the saddle on, and started to go
to some place on my work as quickly as possible to
get the tar washed out of my eyes. The mob fol-
lowed me, however, turned me back, and made me
go towards Savannah. As I passed out of town I
providentially met Brother Chamberlain and his wife,
who were coming to my meeting. (I hope he will
write and VIII you how they served him.) When I
came up to them they did not know me. After I told
them what had been done, Brother Chamberlain
asked me if I thought I could stand it to go to
his father-in-law's, a di.tance o' twelve miles. I told
him I thought I could not endure such a trip, but
was willing to try it. We rode as fast as we could,
not knowing that the mob was in pursuit of us.
When we turned off from the main Savannah•road
to gc to Brother Miller's they were not more than
fifteen minutes behind us. After riding so far in
the hot sun in my oocdition, I was nearly dead
when we arrived, but, through the attention of
Brother Chamberlain and my kind friends at
Brother Miller's,. in a few days I partially recovered
from the injuries received. May they receive a
thousand fold in this life, and in the world to come
hre everlasting !
That this detail is by no means exaggerated we
may infer from the accounts in the New York papers
of the conflict in Kansas. The special correspondent