The Express.
London, England, 1858-11-03 00:00:00

TO Till =ITO& OP Till ClPille.

Sne,-00 reference to Harr. Army List I Rad
the mei= of M■jor Cowell, KR., time desaribed :—" Lase
Maud Cowell embarked on hosed the &hie Gm with a
4/abetment of Sappers and Miners, la Pelswary, 1564; is
July was appointed aide-de-aspic Brigsdisr-Oissrel Jones,
sad served as snob at the operatics, of Bessersmad (Beide
medal) ; acoompsaisal Gessral Jonas aa eldad►asmp to the
Crimea is hammy, ISM, sod oastiased with hi till his
return to England (modal sad sleep for listimespl, Haight
of the Legion of Hosone, 6th dais of the Madjidid)."
It is 'siding hoes the above that, Waled by ishrssellsa
ma which I thought I amid rely, I nawltilagly did hosier
Cowell es iajesios la a lager which applied Is yews,
edam= as Saturday last. I deeply regret it, far oath*
ma be further from my Wisdom than to dsgratbee the
services of a brave soldier. I trust that Major Cowie ,l
pardon me far having itnotasMously nader.estbasilsd his
military earner.-1 am, &a., "CAPTAIN SENTRY."
Nov. 2.

The Rev. Thomas White, MA., of Bt. John's
Wine. Dembridp, has been appointed to the Mastership
of the Grammer 1, Lynn Regis.
THU OLD HALL CLOCK.—The peculiarity which
I base observed to distinguish other docks of ire sadist
and well-detheeded character, belonged to this. It seem
ea ft ticked there In its grand load meaner, to tick In ty
pe
deep; and the heads, rosjestioally moving over the silvered
dial, waned rather to record once wet the time that bed
=rather then the Urns that wen. For my part,
bow anybody can go by mob a theeppleee. I could
only stop by it—pauss and linger by It coethesplatively all
my life through. If it tithed in my bedrocen, I should
levee met up in my library, I should never go to bed, bat
mad for ever hooks of the period of Queen Anne,
with intervals of Paltstrina en a 'Monet. Bat if, Instead of
being • young men, I happened to be en old woman, I'd
✓ive the world fur one of those old docks with their silvery
be and their low-hamming pendulums. Then, it it
phased to record once more the time that had bath rather
thee the time preseut, why so much the hum and so mach
themes companioneble • clock terse. When I told lay
rid Mork* to my grand-daughlere--low their poor, dear
looked when he came emirtleg ma, with his rich
=daahair, his men-like eye., his laced Aim lad his heath=
.—wbss I related me orange dreams. end bow my little Ar-
thur's pigeon forsook the cote whoa be died, and after-
weeds wee it resellait cat • wee near his burial.
plas-46e bum of the pewialast should fall in
with the hie, red mains When, aloes of a
whiter ,venter, I should east my old eyes now and
than at the dial, sad se the minute hand went round—dick I
click !—I should Nrein await my husband's return, with hie
brown lock. sad him beautiful rya, and beer him at the door
masoning the mow from his feet as the boll struck. And
when I thought of another time, I should look fearfully at
my old timr-psece, dreading that it would again atop as It
pointed the moment that my husband died : for I'm a super.
thanes old women, and I'm human, end my peet onrruws
ere my pleasures ouw.—" tinder a Cloud," in the H?/come
Guest.