The Sun.
London, England, 1855-03-24 00:00:00

SIEGE OF SEBASTOPOL.

(Prom the Second Edition of the Times of this day. )
WENNESDAY, MARCH 7.

About 100 sick were sent down to Balaklava to-
day. The medical service has sustained a great
loss in the death of Dr. Chilley Pine, for many
years in the 4th Royal Irish Dragoon Guards, and
lately acting as Principal Medic2.l Officer of the 2d
Division. His death took place last night at the
residence of Dr. Anderson, in Bala,klava, and was
mainly owing to disease contracted on service in the
East Indies, aided by low fever. Dr. Fenwick, a
much loved officer of the 14th Regiment, also died
of fever, to the great regret of all the officers and
men. There is nothing to report concerning the
siev.

THURSDAY, March 8.
Dr. Pine's remains were this day interred at
Balaklava. The whole of the 4th Dragoon Guards,
officers and men, headed by Colonel Hodge, followed
his body to the grave, and a number of officers paid
his memory the same sad token of respect and
esteem. He was a most independent, able, and
active officer, and his loss will be severely felt.
Having nothing else to do today I rode over to
Kamiesh, in company with some officers of the
cavalry, in order to see what the French were doing.
The day was worthy of our most genial summer,
and our " leafy month of June" would have been
delighted to have numbered it among her children.
Between ICaranyi, from which we started, and
Kamiesh there is a wide expanse of undulating
stony brown steppe, intersected by deep ravines or
by valleys rejoicing in watercourses and patches of
green grass. All these watercourses were lined by
red breeches-belonging to unencumbered Frenchmen,
intent on washing themselves or their clothes. Why
on earth do they keep their camp so dirty T " Bono
Inglis," however, is the cry of these active little
washermen, as one passes, and one must not be
inquisitive and critical. By and by a great
herd of hungry little cows comes in sight with
red-breeched drovers poking them on with an
unpleasant vis a tergo from a bayonet point. They
have just been landed, and as one passes on we see
the ground dotted by the dead bodies, or the
expiring corpses of the beasts which cannot keep
up with the march. Red-breeched butchers are
running about among them anxiously looking out
for the smallest pretence for saying they killed one
of the beasts, and thus so far rendering its remains
-eatable. Platy of carcases were lying skinned
near a stone enclosure, which served as the head-
quarters of -the butchers, and were very nasty
to look at anti to smell, and judging from the el,
pearance of the cattle, they must have been equally
disagreeable to another sense. Then we crossed
flocks of sheep, which would have excited the in-
dignation of
,the poorest tup in Scotland—and at
last got into Kamiesh. It is a mere meagre beach
of mud, but the sun has 1 aked the mud hard, and
the French have erected on it streets of
wooden houses, all numbered the odd num-
be:s on one side, the even on the other—after
the home fashion. Even the tents and sutlers'
stalls are numbered, and one reads on the street
corners the words "Rue Napoleon," " Rue de
L)urmel," "Roe Besquet," &c., aed sees all kinds
of bureaux of all sorts of authorities. There is a ,
good deal of drunkenness among the soldiery. Just
as we enter, law and order, in the person of a gen-
darme, is down on the ground, under a military
despot iu the shape of Private Francois Something
or other, of the —th of the Line, who, greatly to the
approbation of his brother soldiers, and to the edifice-
tion of two mounted officers, who look on and smoke,
is trying to garrote the representative of antiquated
civilisation. But law and order, who has his
sword drawn, is triumphant owing to a charge of
gend.sartnie, who carry off military despotism to
the guard-house. Then comes another row :-11,
gentleman, armed with a bottle, is intent on break-
ing his friend's head with it for some reason un-
known, and the crowd around are very much in-
terested in the thing, which would have doubtless
come off only for those horrid gensdarmeri© again.
"'Pon my word," said an Irish officer of the party
" do you know how this put me quite in mind of old
times in Donnybrook Fair I" he sighed despond-
ingly. Everything is to be had at Kamiesh, from a
cut head to a watch-glass, but all is regulated—en
regle. We were hungry, and went to our restaurant.
, To our horror we were told we could get nothing to
eat without an order from the gensdarmerie. This
seemed very absurd, and looked still more ridiculous
when the representative of that respectable force
presented himself before us in a state which proved
he did not require any leave to indulge in copious
j drinking. Alsatian French not being generally in-
' teliigible when spoken thickly and with hiccups,
we retired to a trader's shop, who, in consideration
of his daring to break the police laws and of our
being English, charged us about 100 per cent.
on some cheese and claret ; then we got a loaf
at the baker's, and, seating ourselves on the wall
outside the cavalry picket-house, made an excel-
lent meal in defiance of the authorities. We sub-
seqaently ascertained that it is a police regulation
(mud it seemed very much needed) that nothing
shall be sold to eat or drink after half-past 3 o'clock
in the day, and we had arrived just after that hour.
Tire harbour is greatly crowded, but the ships are
regularly moored. On the whole, however, except
in the internal arrangement and police of the place,
it did not seem better managed than Balaklava. A
tariff is fixed up in the shops for all necessaries—
luxuries are matters of bargain. The French and
English fleets, with blended ensigns, lie in the twe
bays peacefully together. The bustle, gaiety, and
commerce of the place would make it difficult for
one to realise the fact that a siege was going ;
on close at hand, only that all the merchants wore j
swords, bayonets, and red breeches, and that the
echoes of the guns boomed over the hills from the
French trenchs frequently within each hour. The
water of the harbour is dirty, and the wells are
brackish.

FRIDAY, MARCH 9.
There was a brisk firing last night. Nothing of
consequence occurred that I can ascertain. A wing
Division.
14th Regiment is ordered up to join the Third
Division. The Lion arrived from Sinope with ve-
getables and cattle. The Redan is firing heavily,
but unsuccessfully, on our new battery.

(Prom a Second Edition of the Morning lierald.)
CAINIP BEFORE SEBASTOPOL, MARCH 10.

The great topic cf conversation now is, of course,
the death of the Emperor Nicholas. It was on
the Tth the news arrived at head-quarters by elec-
, trio telegraph despatch, from Lord John Russell to
Lori Raglan, dated from Vienna, that the Empe-
ror h,..e:tthed his last on the 2d of this mouth.
Lord Raglan sent in a flag of truce by Lord
Burglotrsit with the information, to which the
Ituf;siats refused to give credit. Nothing fresh
of any consequence has happened since the last
to:Eil lea. Tue firing has been very slack cu
both sides. On Tuesday morning we opened
a ba.ttery4ith red-bot shot on a steamer, and
+hove her from a position most annoying to
:some of our works. It was expected that
the Russians would have attacked the battery in
force, as their steamer was in a capital position to
annoy us. However, they were satisfied with re-
moving the ship from her position. The health
and spirits of both men and officers are daily im-
Troving. The weather is delightful ; occasionally a
'cold damp day is experienced, but with this mop. '