The Sun.
London, England, 1854-11-24 00:00:00

troops easily marched, is being broken up and dyked in
certain parts. Had it not been for the artillery which the
enemy were able to bring up, our loss would have been
considerably lessened, and their advance repulsed at a
much earlier hour of the day. In all probability the
leading troops of the Russians took up thoir position
during th 3 fog of the night, and e3ncealed themselves
among the bushes which cover the sides of the hills close in
front of our advanced picquets.

AN ENNISKILLEN DRAGOON IN BATTLE.
The following remarkable letter, which we find in the
Dorset Chronicle, is from a captain in the Enniskillen
Dragoons, a regiment whose olden fame has been bril-
liantly maintained in the recent cavalry action in the
Crimea :

CAMP NEAP. BATASLA.TA, Nov. 2, 1854.
Dear JacV,—* * * I am, you see, alive at this date, but
God knows for how long after. You have, I presume, de-
voured all the accounts which have been sent home as to
our glorious c'iarge. Ok, such a charge Never think of
the galop and trot which you have often witnessed in the
Phcouix-park when you desire to form a notion of a ge-
nuine blood hot, all-mad charge, such as that I have come
out of—with a few lance probes, minus some gold lace,
a helmet chain, and Brown Bill's (the charger's) right oar.
From the moment we dashed at the enemy, whose po-
sition, and so forth, you doubtless know as much about as
I can tell you, I knew nothing, but that I was impelled
by some irresistible force onward, and by some invisible
and imperceptible influence to crush every obstacle
which stumbled before my good sword and brave old
charger. I never in my life experienced such a sublime
sensation as in the moment of the charge. Some fellows
talk of it being " demoniac." I know this, that it was such
as made me a match for any two ordinary men, and gave
me such an amount of glorious indifference as to life, as I
thought it impossible to be master of. It would do your
Celtic heart good to hear the most magnificent cheer with
which we dashed into what P— W--- calls "the gully
scrimage." Forward--dash—bang—clank, and there we
wore in the midst of such smoke, cheer, and clatter, as
❑ever before stunned a mortal's ear. It was glorious !
Down, oae by one, aye, two by two, fell the thick-skulled
and over-nunterous Cossacks and other lads of the tribe of
old Nick. Down, too, alas ! fell many a hero with a warm
Celtic heart, and more than one fell screamin: loud for
victory. I could not pause. It was all push, wheel,
phrensy, strike, and down, down, demi they went. Twice
I was unhorsed, and more than once I had to grip my
sword tighter, the blood of foes streaming down over the
hilt, and running up my very sleeve. Our old Waterloo
comrades, the Greys, and ourselves, were the only fellows
who flung headlong first into the ♦ery heart of the Mus-
coves. Now we were lost in their ranks—now in little bands
battling—now in good order together—now in and now
out, until the whole " Levies" on the spot plunged in to a
forming body of the enemy and helped us to end the fight
by compelling the foe to fly. Never did men run so vehe-
mently. But all this you have read in the papers. * *
I cannot depict my feelings when we returned. I sat
down completely exhausted and unable to eat, though
deadly hungry. All my uniform, my hands, my very
face were bespattered with blood. It was that of the
enemy ! Grand idea! But my feelings,—they were
full of that exultation which it is impossible to de-
scribe. At least twelve Russians were sent wholly out
of the "way of the war" by my good steel alone, and at
least as many more put on the passage to that peaceful exit
by the same excellent weapon. So also can others say.
Tirhat a thing to reflect on ! I have almost grown a soldier
philosopher, and most probably will one of these days, if
the bullets which are flying about so abundantly give me

time to brush up.
My dear fellow, our countrymen have not tarnished their
fame in the Crimes. Gallantry and glory will never aban-
don the march of Celtic) bands—never ! Oh that I could
bare patience to write you of such deed' of individual
heroism as have come within my notice ! Fictionist' are
shabby judges of true bravery. No novel ever had a sham
kern who comes up to the realities I kayo witnessed. One
of my troop, for instance, had his horse shot under him in
the mace. " Bloody wars," he roared, " this won't do,"
and right at a Russian he ran, pulled him from his horse
by the sword hand in the most extraordinary manner—
then deliberatelyeutting off his head as ho cams down,vaulted
into the saddle, and turning the Russian charger against
its late friends, fought his way. This took less time to do
than Ito tell it. I saw another of our fellows unhersed,
and wounded, creep under a Russian charger, and ran the
sword up his belly. The animal plunged and fell on his
slayer, crushing him to pieces. * * * We must take
this doomed place, even as O'Grady says, if we be doomed
who take it. Any one of oar fellows is a match for throe
Russians. * * " The Light Cavalry charge was a des•
pirate, but a grand affair. Lord Raglan is blamed. The
general belief is that Nolan gave his order literally.
Lucan is a regular fire-ball, but not mad enough to have
done that without strict commands. a * " % want
reinforcements very badly ; without them we cannot con-
tinue to contend against fearful odds.

SEBASTOPOL CAMP, Oct. 23, 1854.
My dear Father,—You must excuse me for not send-
ing you word about the fight we had with the Russians at
the Alma heights, for I could not get any paper; for we
have been on tho march and in camp ever since I wrote to
you last, and I could get no such thing as paper or ink. Bat
to describe to you any particulars about the fight I cannot,
only that the men fell dead about me jest like knocking
calebones (skittles) down, but we had fine sport with our
cannons. We shot the Russians like shooting flocks of
sparrows, and we made them run in three hours and 20
minutes. We have been fighting now seven days, and they
stand hard to us yet ; but to-night, I believe, we shall
come to closer quarters. Should it be so, then, if Old Nick
is in Sebastopol ho will get his ribs drummed properly ;
and I can tell yon that I have had the pleasure of drum-
ming a few of his subjects at Alma heights; but no doubt
you hear and seo more in the papers than I can tell you
about these affairs except I was at horns, and then I could
tell you all about it. Ido not think, however, should it
please God to spare me, I shall be at home these next
two years; but I do feel thankful to God that he, in his
mercy, has spared me thus far, and I hope and trust Ile
will do so all through the campaign. To tell you the truth,
however, I do not care how soon it is over, for we get no
rest either night or day ; for in the day we are hard fight-
ing, and in the night repairing the work.—Dear father,
you must excuse me not sending you more, but I have not
time, for this I have written in the field on my knee, and
have had to beg both paper and ink. However, I hope
this will find you and all the family in good health, as this
leaves me at present ; but I cannot tell the minute I may
get popped off, but I have run clear so far, and I hope,
with the help of God, I shall do so endways. Dear father,
do not fail to give my love and respects to all my old
friends and companions, but more especially to Jim i'th'
Well, or James Greenhalgh, and tell him that a beefsteak
dumpling would be very acceptable hero in the camp ; but
my time is up, and I am again called to my duty in order
to give the Russians a few more of Old Parr's pins before
dinner.—Farewell. Yours affectionately,

JOLIN BROOKS,
Gunner and Driver, Royal Artillery,
No. 3 Company, 11th Battalion.

BURIAL OF GENERAL STRANGWAYS.
BEFORE SEBASTOPOL, Nov. 6 —ln front of the camp
of the Fourth Division there is a square plot of ground,
enclosed by a low stone wall. It is the highest point on
the hill, and, from the general appearance of the enclosure,
it gives the impression of having at some time been used
as a fort. From this site the spectator, on one side, leeks
down upon Sebastopol and its fortifications, its harbours,
its ships, aid the sea far beyond. On the other side the
magnificent amphitheatre formed by the Yaila mountains
is exposed to view—the lofty and rugged Chadir Dagh
crowning the scene in the distance. Shortly before the
hour of sunset this afternoon, when the sun, which had
been bright all the morning, had retired behind a thick
canopy of grey threatening cleuds—just as a cold cheerless
breeze was springing up, and came, as if complainingly,
through the long lines of tents—and when a veil of mist
and smoke, every minute becoming more obscure, was drawn
over the town below—there advanced slowly and silently
up the side of the bill a troop of Royal Horse Artillery,
with a solitary gun-carriage. On the gun-carriage rested a
rough plank coffin, enclosing the mortal part of a good old
soldier, General Fez Strangways. There was neither knell
nor band, no femoral pall, no decoration, no attempt to
cloak over the rough work of death. The dull distant
boom of cannon, as gun replied to gun in the contending
batteries, was the only music which accompanied the war-
rior to his last resting-place. The troops of a whole divi-
sion under arms gazed at the sad precession as it slowly
passed their front in solemn silence. They too had lost
their' trader; On the crest of this Russian hill, in the
centre of this low-walled detached plot of earth, lies the
corpse of another soldier well known to fame, Sir George
Cathcart. Yet a . little while, and by his side will be
placed his brother in arms of yesterday ; and then, amid
prayers and tears, both will be consigned to the common
earth. The retiring groups, anion whom are some of
England's bravest and noblest sons, as they pass away
with bowed heads and strickened hearts, hope and believe
that while the ashes of these warriors rest here their glory
will live in many a heart far away ; and while they think
sadly on those whom death has struck down, they knew
that there still remain others who will endeavour to
achieve the glorious task entrusted to them by their
country.

THE FRENCH ARRANGEMENTS FOR SUC-
COURING THE WOUNDED AT THE BATTLE
OF INKERATAN.

The French commissary of stores serving with the
army in the Crimea makes to the Minister of War the fol-
lowing account of tke measures adopted for succouring
the wounded during the battle of Inkerman, and of the
state of the ambulances at the date of November 7.
Monsieur le Marochal,—The French army has just given
another proof of its immense superiority over that of
Russia. It is not for me to speak of the combats that
took place on the sth at Inkerman and at the very site
of the siege ; but I have to render an account to you of
the administrative measures taken during this conjuncture.
At the commencement of the mum I out a reinforce-