The Sun.
London, England, 1863-08-12 00:00:00

THE CAPTITRE OF NANA SAHIB.

The following extracts from a private letter wi!l
be read with interest :—•

" Parroquet, Bungalow, East Indies,
Aj tnere, June 30.
You have by this time heard of the capture of
Nana Sahib. I am glad the villain is at last caught.
I had a full view of him. I will give you a few
interesting particulars of his appearance, &c. In
the afternoon I had occasion to pass near the
Temple of Ajmere, while surveying a new road in
the district, and was not a little surprised to ob-
serve a crowd of natives and others eagerly jabber-
ing together, and with violent gesticulations point-
ing towards the temple. As this is usually such a
very quiet place, I coula not conceive the cause. I
requested my interpreter to ascertain the cause of
the commotion, and to my utter astonishment he
informed me that that veritable scoundrel and
butcher of the innocent at Cawnpore—Nana Sahib
—was known, from reliable information, to be lurk-
ing with some confederates in the neighbourhood
of the temple. I immediately gave up all thoughts
of work for the day, and dismissed my coolies, and
busied myself in collecting information, and if pos-
sible rendering assistance to the capture of the
villain, who, as you know, dear brother, has caused
me grief. I hastily returned to my bungalow to
partake of a light dinner, or rather lunch, when one
of my native servants came running in with eyes
and mouth wide open, to inform me that Nana Sahib
had at that moment been captured by Major David-
son and his colleagues. I hastened up to the temple,
and there in the custody of the military, and encir-
cled by a crowd of spectators, who intimated their
desire to tear him to pieces, by loud yells and savage
looks, I for the first time beheld the ruffian, the
murderer, and the part instigator of the late disas-
trous rebellion. He is of middle height, and I should
think about 40 years of age. He had a calm, de-
termined, but vengeful expression of countenance.
I pushed myself as near as possible to the prisoner,
in order to obtain a good view of him. He surveyed
the hooting crowd with proud disdain and a smile
of derision, as much as to say, Ah, you feared me
once.' But every dog has his day,' as the saying
is, and the Nana has had his day. Now the day of
retribution has come after the lapse of six long
years. Murdered husbands, wives, and children
will be avenged. When led away, strongly guarded,
he walked with a firm step and upright demeanour.
His tout ensembis (for a sepoy) is rather dignified.
The disguise he wore was that of an ordinary sepoy.
The military appeared to be exceedingly jealous of
any person closely approaching their valuable pri-
soner, and escorted him away to prison with a
strong guard. There is not a shadow of doubt as to
his identity, from papers about his person and un-
mistakable marks on his body. A little circum-
stance occurred as he was being led away which
illustrates his disposition. One of the soldiers just
pushed him forward when they started, the prisoner
instantly turned round, and with a demon's look
uttered an oath, and tried to lift his arm to strike
the man, but he was bound. He dropped his partly
raised arm, and with a dejected look proceeded on
his way amid the hisses of hundreds, even of his
own countrymen. The papers here are once more
teeming with anecdotes of his atrocities, and traits
of character, details of his capture, Sec. ; Lis nanaJ
forms the subject of leading articles and gossip.
What I have written you may rely upon, seeing I
was an eye-witness of his capture. Great credit is
due to Major Davidson was his indefatigable labours
in capturing the man whose blood the civilised
world has so long et ied for.

PUGILISM.—Bob Travers (the Black) and Jem
Dillon fought yesterday for £4OO, about 35 miles from
town. The proceedings were interrupted by the pu.ice after
38 rounds had been fought, in which Tr.vers appeared to
come best off; and were resumtd in a second ling. in which
16 additional rounds were fought, when the police again
interfered- There was then a proposal made for a draw,
but Dillon's bhckers would not consent, and the ring was
formed a third time. Dillon stepped into the ring, but the
friends of Travers produced a medical certificate to the effect
that he was unable to renew the contest, when Dillon, of
course, claimed the stakes. The referee this morning
decided in favour of Dillon's claim.

BEATTIE THE POET is described i❑ a rceently
publisked life of him, as—A gentlemanly man, not
tall, round and full, wears a black surtout, ribbed panta-
loons worn neat with black gaiters, and a gold chain and
bunch of seals hanging from his watch. . , The rather
short, plump, rounded figure of Beattie, and the absence of
prominent features and of strong lines in the face, were
indications that he retained much of the rpontancous cha-
racter of childhood. His love of simple pleasures and his
fondness for taking birds' nests, are childish points,

WHAT'S in A NAME P—A few Answers to the
Inquiry !—Charlotte, whence Lotty, a pretty name,
means in Teutonic, German, French, and English, a
man; Ruth, Hebrew, is beauty; Laura, Latin, a laurel;
Fanny is free, and Florence is flourishing, Gretchen is a
pearl, Frederica is a peace ruler, Estella is a star, Ethel ig
noble, Margaret is a pearl (thrice noble Margaret, Duchess
of Newcastle, as Charles Lamb would say) ; Gwendolen is
white-browed, Guniulda, battle. maid, whi:st the aristo-
cratically favoured names of Georgina and Georgiana sig-
nify, liks their derivative, George, a husbandman.

ALEXANDER. SOUTZOS, the Greek national poet,
whose poems are extremely popular among his eountrmsn,
has recently breathed hip last.