Polynesian., 1855-02-10

WAR.-The following extracts from letter pub
lished in of the English papers, gives the expe
rience of soldier in battle. Truly, the hattie field
is school for the development of the worst pass
ions of human nature:
A CHARGE oh, such a CHARGE Never think of
the gallOp and trOt which you have often witnessed
in the Phenix Park, when you desire to form no
tion of a genuine blOod-hot, allmad charge, such
as that have come out Of-with few lance
prods, minus of some gold lace, helmet chain,
and Brown Bills (the charger) right ear. From
the moment we dashed at the enemy, whose posi-
ton, and so forth, you doubtless know as much
about as can tell you, / knew nothing. but that
/ was impelled by some irresistible fOIc onward,
and hy some invisible and imperceptible influence
TO crush every obstacle which stumbled before my
good sword and brave old charger. | never in my
life experienced such sublime sensation as in tie
moment of the charge. Some fellows talk of being
"demoniac'' | know this, ard it was such as
made me a match for any two ordinary men, and
gave me such amount of glorious indifference
as to life as thought it impossible to be master
of 1t would DO your Celtic heart good to hear
the most magnificent cheer with which we dashed
into what P-W-cdlls the gully scrimmage.
| Forward rd-dash-bang-clank and there were
in the midst of such smoke, cheer and clatter as
never before stunned MOI tails ear. 1t > as glo-
rous! Down, one by one aye, two by two, fell
the thick sculled and over-numerOus CoSsacks, and
other lads of the tribe Of old Nick. Down, too,
alas, fell many a hero with warm Celtic heart,
and more than one fell screaming oGd for victory.
I could not pause. It was all push, wheel, phren-
sv strike, and down, down, down they went.
| Twice was unho sed, and more than once had
TO grip my sword tighter the blood OF foes stream
ing down over the hilt, and running up my very
sleeve.
| WEARIEp WITH SLAUGHTER--I cannot dePict my
feelings when returned. | sat down completely
exhausted and unable to eat, though deadly hun
gry All my uniform, my hands, my very face were
bespattered with blood. 1t that of the enemy
Grand idea! But my feelings gs,-they were full oil
that exultation which it is impossible to describe
At least twelve of the 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 tC
that peaceful exit by the same excellent weapon
So also can others say. What thing to reflect on
[ have almost grown a soldier philos pher, and
most probably wll one Of these days. the bullet;
which are flying about 50 abundantly, give m'
time to brush up. E
GETTING HORsEs No novel ever had shan
hero who comes up tn the realities have witnessed
One of my troop, for instance, had horse kill
ed in the melee Bloody wars he roared, 'thi
won t do and right ut Russian he ran, pullet
him from his horse by the sword hand in the mos
extraordinary manner--then deliberately cutting
off his head as he came down, vauIted into th'
saddle, and turning the charger against its lat
friends fought his way. This took less time to d.
than to tell it. saw another of our fellows un
hoi sed, and wounded, creep under RUSSIAN
charger and run the sword into his body. In
animal plunged and fell on his slayer, crushing
him to pieces.