The Press.
London, England, 1857-09-12 00:00:00

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everything we ever prized, and that nearly all the people
from the out stations are beggars. What I most regret
are the dagguerreotypes and pictures, letters, &c., and dear
little D----'s picture too; I have nut one relic of him left
to me, poor little pet.

The position of the unfortunates at Agra is not
reassuring. "Here we are," writes. an officer on the
14th July :
Here we are all shut up in this wretched fort since the
bth. When there was an engagement outside the can-
tonments the 3rd European Regiment, numbering bW
men and a battery of artillery, with some militia, under
the brigadier and staff, went out about three p.m., and they
came on the mutineers well intrenched in a village and
clump of trees, and they had an artillery fight for two
hours, when they killed an awful lot of the enemy.
They fired beautifully, and blew up two of our ammuni-
tion tumbrils, andfkilled a lot of the horses, which crippled
our battalions, and at five o'clock our artillery had un-
lin•tunately no ammunition left. Some of the 3rd then
stormed the village and carried it, and killed a good
many. Our loss from their artillery was great—Captain
I►'Oyley, Lamb, of the artillery, severely wounded, D'Oyley,
since dead ; Major Thomas, of the 3rd, severely wounded
and Williams, of the 72nd, lost his leg. You remember
him at Pau with us. Mr. Oldfield, civil service, shot
through the lungs ; thirty men killed and about eighty
wounded.
The good artillery practice of the rebels and our
want of ammunition are facts to be noted. Our
writer concludes his letter with some bad news :

We buried seven one evening who died from wounds,
and I regret to say we have had cholera in the fort, and
lost some people yesterday. Mitford, of the 3rd Euro.
peen Regiment, sleeping next to me in a verandah, was
seized with it yesterday morning. He was in great
pain, but is now in hospital, and I hope he may keep
up. Captain llurlton, of the 2nd Gwalior Cavelry, died
in six hours of it. I was at his funeral last night, poor
fellow. I have been very ill with dysentery from bad
water, but feel a little better today; the man living in
my hut is ill, too, but one suffers so much from the
wet that it is no wonder we should have cholera, having
no woollen clothes ; however, I trust we may escape the
pestilence. There are about 4,•500 men, women, and
children, in here now, and they are well packed.

4,500 men, women, and children, "well packed" into
one fort, and cholera about, may well give the writer
couse to hope that " we may escape the pestilence."
He adds at the close of his letter an ominous sen•
tence,—" The fort is cleaned, and I hope sickness
may not be severe."
As is usual on all such occasions, there is a mixture
of the ludicrous, or apparently (unseemly. Thus,
from Jubbulpore (July 20), from " the intrench-
ments," we read :

We muster about fifty at dinner, ten of whom are ladies,
and we have fifteen children in the house. Our numbers
are nearly 104), including the uncovenanted. We have
included some spacious outhouses in our intrenchrnents,
which gives them accommodation. We are lucky in having
a small room to ourselves. In one room three ladies and
a child sleep in one bed. If you could look in upon us
you would not think we were a very lugubrious set, but
rather that we were met on some festive occasion. At
this moment I hear the piano and singing. We are a
queer lot, we Britons ; day after day we hear of atrocities
too horrid to write about, and of the murder of friends and
relatives, and never seem to think of our own fate. Laugh.
ing, talking, eating, drinking, music, singing—all seems to
go on much as usual. For a day or two we really had a
cloud over us when we heard of the death of Sir Henry
Lawrence—the uncertain fate, too, of Cawnpore is die.
bean ning.

Of the " Survivor from Cawnpore" the following
account is given :
Letters have been received from Ensign Robert Browne,
of the late Tilith Bengal Native Infantry, who arrived in
General Havelock's camp on the lath ofJuly. He did not
escape from the intrenchments at Cawnpore, but was on
detached duty at a short distince with two companies of his
regiment • they mutinied on the Oth ofJune, but the sepoys
allowed their officers to escape. From that date he
wandered about the country disguised as a native, until lie
reached the English camp, one march above Flitteypore,
where he immediately joined the volunteer corps of cavalry
cmnposed of officers, and was advancing with the army on
Cawnpore.

A " distinguished young Irishman, whose gallant
ci3nduct has elicited loud encomiums," gives us the
following as our position now at Allahabad. The
letter is dated Allahabad, June, 15th :

This goei by a steamer down the Ganges to Calcutta,
Anil will probably reach through that channel. In my
letter of the Ath I mentioned all about the murder of all the
officers of the 6th Regiment while at mess, the Mahotne-
dan part of the band playing, derisively, " God Save the
Queen" while the poor young officers were being cut and
shot down. On the 6th, 7th, and Bth all our houses and
carriages, furniture, horses, itc., were destroyed by fire and
plunder. It is now our turn. We have got some Euro.
peen troops from Madras. We have some old artillery
pensioners from Chimer, and several of the railway
engineers and mechanics, who, with the other European
residents who escaped, form a volunteer regiment. I
entered the ranks of the volunteers on the 6th as a full
private. I have since been made adjutant of the corps, and