The Trinity times., 1855-05-05
The Two Pictures.
by COATES KINNEY.
BATTLE of Inkermann!

DATTAE OF lDkefnlannt
AS the day came up struggling with the
gloom Of clouds, the vanguard had given al
arm Of that onslaught, which, before the day
was done, should make Gnkerman second on
ly to Waterloo. Through the foggy, drizzly
dark, had burst the bare of bugles, and
drums, and flies, and rafting musketry; and
the transition from sleep to battle had been
Transient interval Of CONSERVATION: not the
CONSERVATION of cowardice, however, but OF
sudden surprise.
To armsl To the summoning martial mu-
sic--drums, whose hurried roll, and flies,
whose thrilling shrek, make the blood beat
and surge in the veins-to the glorious mar
tial music, man after man, column after col
umn, company after company, they wheel
into array. Swiftly and nightly, as though
hurled by the power of thunder, horse and
plumed rider sweep over the field and along
lines, bearing the hoarse, loud command; and
quick as thought there follow charges, and
evolutions, and sublime preparations for
blood.
o! the battle Of Inkermann would have
been a splendid sight to see in broad field
and bright sun. But the nature Of the
ground and The darkness ef the day fenuer-
cd it impossible 70 take in more than a small
scene Of the grand and terrible drama at one
view. Many a heroic deed was performed
| in obsure and solitary places, that left no re-
cord but death. If you found in some gloomy
glen, a flush harvest Of caruage-corpscs ly
ing thick as sheaves after the sicl<les-you
knew there had been great achievements
there: but they will not illumine the pages
| of history; for their memory sleeps in the
burial trenches with those who died enacting
them.
Thirst Of glory such as is slaked by blood,
had lured young Cecil Gray from his happy
homo in England, to the camp and the field.
lie was an officer in the Fifth Dragoons and
as we have an interest in him now, let US
watch the performance Of the Fifth, on that
day OF lnkermann.
is it not they, yonder on the height Let
us get nearer them; for this dma day is so
like twilight that we cunot distinguish the
figure on their buttons. Yes, it is 5. What
noble fellows! How proudly they sit their
horses! With what an air Of impatence
they leaned forward, as the battles din in
creases! How their nostrils dilate with the
delay Of opportunity
Which of them is Cecil Gray? DO you
see, yonder at the right, that tall, noble young
pliiCSI WIZ - StLlbB, Win AOOhH tl uih hpcukd~
Bile tenderness, upon q locket IMMATURE
which he has just drawn from his bosom?-
That is he; and the miniature is of-the
name would choke his uttorance, if he at
tempted to speak it; for he is speaking Of the
| time-not many months ago but, oh, how
long,-when the original Of that picture sob
bed on his breast, and clung to him with
loves desperation, and pleading with him in
! Gods name not to go-oh, not TO pol
His lip quyers; he brushes his hand across
! his eyes; lac closes the lcclet and replaces it
| in his bosom. II he were not agoniZingly
prayed for with her every breath, Of whom
he is now thinking, we would say, o God!
let him not sink on the battle field today
The Fifth had lost most Of their infantry
| i'm the beginning OF the bdule,--for the Turk
ish foot their main support, had Aed, at the
first onset;--and there remained TO them
now only a small division Of Ilighanders, a
number quite insufficient TO sustain them -
| Yet, as the cannons Numbered and the mus
| kets hailed the death around, the brave fell
! lows felt it like Il shame to sit there idle
! while their comrades were winning glory; and
| every moment they grew more eager even
without the support Of infantry, for an occa-
/ sion to act.
Harkl the tramp Of cavalry. Every rein
is tightened, aud every horaeman's breath is
quellcd with expectation. Up they come at
fierce gallop, as though they me meant to
sweep the height clear at single pass. 1t
is the Muscoyitesl Their heavy rushing bill
lows Of horse, dash full upon the Highland
ers, aud are shocked back by the shore Of
bayonets They rally, aud advance again
more slowly and determinedly.
Then the bugles Of the Fifth sound: and
| the fiery horses are wheeled into order for
| the onset.
Look at Cecil Gray he has forgotten the
miniature; be has forgotten the original; he
/ has forgotten lie little ootiage by the Ihames.
where she is signing prayers to Heaven for
/ him now: Ia THINKS only Of glory. His
! breast Aeayes aud panla. AM A.a Aaud clutch