The Press.
London, England, 1856-04-19 00:00:00

CAMP GOSSIP.

Although there is an end of fighting in the Crimea,
the recent adversaries do not yet appear to be
v. ry friendly. The line of sentries on both sides
of the Tschernaya prevent any persons crossing the
river, and, though the valley on the left hank is a
favorite resort for a canter by the allies, yet the Rus-
sians rarely come down to their side of the river
Whatever may be the cause of it, there appears to be
more sympathy or less repugnance between the French
and the Russians than there is between us and our late
enemy. It is rare to see an English or Sardinian officer
engaged in conversation with a Russian across the niche!,
naya in comparison with the frequency of such interviews
on the part of the French. Were it not that the Sardinian
officers speak French very well, one would imagine that
the reason—allowing something, too, for our national re•

serve—was the proficiency in that language of many Rus-
sian officers, few of whom speak English. One officer,
indeed, during the races, mounted on a wretched pony,
informed us that he had " a Englosh hoarse as was fleet as
winds for the course as would gain the reward." and others
now and then say a few words of English ; but, for the
most part, the Russians speak French and German in pre-
ference to any other alien tongue. The exchanges of
champagne bottles have ceased, and the barter across the
stream is mostly confined to small brass crosses, which
" the Muscovies " purchase for a few copecks from the
Jew pedlars in their camp, and sell for as many sixpences
or shillings. General Timon'. or Tatchimoff. the Chef
d'Etat-Major of the corps d'arniee at Khntor Mackenzie,
has given very strict orders against any transgression of
the boundary from his side —Times cor., April Ist.
The whole time of the army is taken up with pa-
rades and theatricals. The Guards' theatre certainly
appears to carry off the palm. A new farce and an
adaptation of Sheridan's Critic were brought out on
the 29th ult.:—

The facilities (writes the Times correspondent) which
the gallant brigade possesses in producing young ladies,
handsome and graceful, if a little gigantesyne in stature and
hoarse in voice, are really wonderful. Miss Sefton, as
Emily Harden, presented us with a fair bouncing wench,
whose fine proportions justified the taste of Mr. Hazard
(Colonel de Bathe), and established his reputation for
boldness and enterprise. Her dress, if not quite in the
latest mode, argued considerable experience in the re-
sources of millinery, and was probably derived from the
newest fashions at Kamiesch. Mr. Ponsonby was in-
tensely funny and stupid, and turned out his toes d mer-
veille as Sir C. Hallos ; anti Mr. Armytage, who had pre-
viously excited our admiration by his extre., e activity in a
sailor's hornpipe. in which Mr. Mevrick, however, more
than divided the honours, was lively and rr isy in Don
Feroln. The dresses were wonderfully good, and " Tilbury
Fort " would have made Grieve and Telbin shake over
their paint pots.
The young soldiers still arriving occasionally afford
some amu,ement to their more veteran comrades.
One of the "Johnny Newcomes," writes the Herald
correspondent (April Ist), fresh caught from the
west of Ireland, was asked by his master if every-
thing was right for the day :
" Sure no, yer honour, we're all wrong," was the reply;
" the torage has not come up for the crocodiles."
" Crocodiles," cried the master; " we've no crocodiles
here."
By the holy poker," rejoined the full private, "then
what's them two animals behind yer honour's hut?"
" Camels, Paddy, camels !"
" Camels, yer honour? Well, then, camels or crocodiles,
it's all the same; sure, they're ugly bastes anyhow. Ugh,
it's camels they are. is it?"

A POLITICAL PRISONER, one Felice Ors►ni, lately
escaped from his dungeon at Mantua. He c"
through the bars of his window, let himself down by
his sheets and bedclothes, avoi led the sentries, and
got safely off in a carriage waiting for him a short
distance from the prison.: