The Sun.
London, England, 1863-08-18 00:00:00

BY A PLAY-FELLOW.

During the summer evenings of the last year of
last century, i.e., 1800, a number of little boys, after
school hours, often met to play at " sodgers," irt a
court or area on the west side of High-street, near ly

' opposite the University-buildings. Those youngste rs
were divided into two squads, or regiments as tin ,y
were called, of about a dozen oacb, one of the m
being commanded by the writer of this, and tile
other by a smart comely boy named James Cum
ming, who was the only son of his parents ; he had
only one s'ster, who waa a few years older, and
was a very pretty, handsome, and lively you og
lady, who became a play-actress. One evening a
trig rosy-cheeked little boy, dressed in the High-
land garb, and named 1111,ivor, appeared in Cum-
ming's squad. 1

At that period the war of the French Revolution
was progressing, and, young as we were, our
juvenile minas were much excited by what was seen
and heard daily. The marching of soldiers through
the streets, the sound of drums and trumpets, and
enthusiastic ideas as to the valour of Highland sol •
diers ; we thought that one of them was a match for
at least three Frenchmen. Therefore I said to Cum-
ming that I wanted the Highland boy to be in my
squad, but he replied that he would not give him
, to me unless I would fight him for the Hielanman
and win the battle. It was no sooner said than
done, when the two colonels fought in the interven-
ing space between the squads, they being in line
fronting one another. After a few fisticuffs, Corn-
ming said, " Own beat," when I, going to his line,
said to the little Highlander, " NULivor, come over
to my squad," which he did without uttering a word,
for he was a very quiet, passive boy.
The same Colin M'Livor entered the junior Latin
class at the High, or, as it was thcn called, the
Grammar School of Glasgow (which was founded
in the 12th century) on the following 10th day of
October, 1800, he being ten days less than eight
years old, having been born on 20th October, 1792,
the writer of this reminiscence being a few months
younger.

James Cumming entered the 7lst or Glasgow
Highland Light Infantry Regiment as a bagler,
fought under Wellington, and was killed in the
breach at Badejos when it was captured by storm
on 6th April, 1812.

After Coli❑ M'Livor had been some years at the
Glasgow Grammar School it is believed that he was
removed by a maternal uncle to an academy in
England. Clyde's name as Colin :11'Livor may be
seen in the class-roll, which still exists.

In the year 1808 Major Campbell, a brave and
veteran officer, who had been with the Duke of
York on the Continent, in the campaign of 1793-4,
called at the Horse Guardb, when the Duke, "the
soldier's friend," said to him, "Major Campbell, can
I oblige you in any way ?" " Yes, your Royal
Highness, I have a nephew who I think might have
a commission. " " Let us see him," said the Duke ;

and on seeing bim, said to his secretary, "Enter
Mr. Campbell for an ensignancy ;" and on going
out the young ensign said, " Uncle, you have en-
tered the wrong name." "Not at all," said the
major, "you are booked as a Campbell, and a
Campbell you shall be."
Lord Clyde's father, Mr. John M'Livor, was a
nritive of the Island of Mull, and died near Granton,
aged 94, after his gallant son was raised to the
peerage, but prior to his return from India. His
mother was a ►liss Campbell, whose father was a
farmer in the Island of Islay.
The field marshal was an honorary burgess of his
native city and patron of the Glasgow Native

Benevolent Society. Requiescat in pace.
Glasgow, Aug. 15. M. H., M.D.

AN ARCADIAN ABBE.

In this garden at Tiffanges (says Mr. Lowth, in
his recently-published " Wanderer in Western
France") was a beautiful diminutive chapel standing
near the summit—a Gothic chapel. It was quite a
little gem of a building. It was of a warm, yellow
sandstone, bright and fresh, and stood out all alone
in the midst of the flower beds. Not far from this,
and crowning the top of the hill, was a long, low
white dwelling-house. Returning to the hotel, I
inquired to whom belonged the garden and the
chapel. "Oh," said Clemente, "you should go and
see the Abbe—he wili be charmed to show von his
garden and his chapel. He is always pleased if any
stranger will pay him a visit." She went on to tell
me that the owner of this garden was an Abbe. He
was possessed of considerable property, this hill-side
forming a part of it. He had now no cute or parish,
and he had built this little chapel out of his own
funds, and said mass in it whenever he pleased. It
bad cost him 20,000 francs. He had laid out all the
garden himself ; converting a rough, wild piece of
ground into what it now was, and had spent 5,000
francs in shrubs and flowers and in making the
garden. Naturally I went to pay a visit to the
garden-loving Abbe. He was not at home. But
his sister was, and sent me a polite message to in-
vite me to see the garden. On entering the gate I
found m 3 self in front of the chapel. The door was
open, and the little building empty. Inside, its
length was 25 feet, and its breadth 16. The altar
end of it was in the form of an apse. Tall, narrow
lancet windows lit it from both sides, and these were
of stained glass, representing various saints and the
virgin, Pius the Ninth, and some coats of arms,
These latter were slightly incongruous. The ceiling
was groined, and the floor was of inlaid tiles, in
patterns. The body of the chapel, if one may use
such a term for such a diminutive space, was quite
empty—not a chair or a seat. But near the com-
munion rail was a Prie-dieu chair, covered with
blue and red cloth, as also a good comfortable arm-
chair, covered with the same material, of the same
colours. The altar within the rail was neat and
rich, there being but two pots of flowers on either
side the small cross. A more exquisite and luxu-
rious little chapel I never entered. The sun shone
bright and hot upon its floor through the open
door and, slantingly, through the stained windows,
filling the fairy interior with rich and varied light;
and the buzz of flies, as they sunned themselves on
the floor, was the only sound in the quiet place.
Two large porcelain plates, filled with some liquid,
were on either side the door within, and these were
black with the victims of their love for the pleasant
things of this world offered them by the thoughtful
Abbe. Here the good man came every
rat
°rf and
when at home to say his mass to his
small household—though I observed
the Abbe
the household. If one might Priofoslirs for
by his belongings—his garden jud his chapel—he
was a man of ho thoroughly
He was of a
some taste, and.sont3lizelfdew.
enjoyed the good things ofiithhiad
been avocats and
family of Mortagno
svl'-iocos, a thriving and money-
medical men for generations,
had been brought up
making family.
Thcd
reached a middle age with
to the church, and
had
and benevolent man.
the reputation of a generous
left him
a fortune. He had
An uncle had died and
at Tiffauges as an Abbe, without
settled himself
any church duty, and was enjoying his life of
ction: cum
Zip:tate with his garden and his ele-
gall. little chapel and his sister, and doing kind
acts by all around him.

LIFEBOAT SERVICES.—ABERDOVEY, CARDIGAN
BAY, Monday Night.—Mr. D. Williams, hon. secre-
tary of the Aberdovey branch of the Royal National Life-
boat Institution, reports that on Saturday two large barks
were making for the harbour, the foremost being towed by
a steam tug. It was blowing hard at the time. Owing to
there being a considerable fall of water on the bar, and no
qualified pilot on board the vessel in tow, she grounded on
a sandbank, upon which the other bark dropped her anchors.
Most of the cargo of the stranded vessel was thrown over-
board to lighten her, but it only caused her to drift further
on to the banks, when she turned breadside on to the surf,
and is now waterlogged. A portion of the crew reached
the shore in one of the ship's own lifeboats. The remaining
six of the crew Were saved by the Aberdovey lifeboat of the
National Lifeboat Institution. The stranded vessel was
the bark Win. Bromham, of Gloucester.
ANOTHER "LITTLE WAR" AT CAPE COAST !
A force of natives, 12,000 strong, under their chiefs,
in aid of the Gold Coast Artillery (under Captain Brosnoio,
of the 2d and 3d West India Regiment detachme
3-1
ntvg th,,
Cape Coast Rifles and Volunteers, all
frontier,
under
t01.!,,p
or
Cochrane, are stationed at points along the
ibv,o know
the Ashantees is oraer. What the fight Is about
amf :Yavy act;vtle.