Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1863-09-12

ing "reminiscences OF the late nelG- marshal
Lord Clyde (Sir Colin Cdmpbell,) whose
career has filled SO large Il space in the last
fifty years OF English history.
HIS Personal APPEARANCE.
In person Lord Clyde was well knit, SYM
metrical and graceful; but of late years his
shoulders became somewhat bowed, though
he lost little OF the activity which was re-
markable in so old a man. To the last his
teeth remained full and firm in the great
square jaws, and his eye pierced the distance
with all the force of his youthful vision. His
crisp, grey locks still stood close and thick,
curling over the head and above the wrnkled
brow, and there were few external signs OF
the decay OF nature which was, no doubt, GO
ing on within, accelerated by so many wounds,
such teyers, such relentless, eXaCting service.
When he 50 willed it, he could throw into his
manner and conversation such a wondrous
charm of simplicity and vivacity as fascinated
those over whom it was eXerted, and women
and men were delighted with the courteous,
polished, gallant old soldier. In the other
mood he could be quite as effective. Rude
was he in speech" on ordinary occasions, but
yet in the crisis of Il battle he could utter
words which thrilled the hearts of those to
whom they were addressed. "Highlanders !"
exclaimed Sir Colin Campbell, as they came
W Tie charge on the nelBnlS ABOVE llle AliUd.
''Grant me a favor. Let me have to ask the
queens permission for you to wear bonnet.
Don't pull a trigger until you get within
yard OF the Russians" The Scots obeyed the
command, and won the bonnet. Again, when
he announced to his men that they were about
to assault tine Redan, he said, Seen. Simpson
says we are to take the Redan tonight; SO be
prepared. Recollect, | shall lead you myself"
But the Redan was abandoned, and the as
sault became unnecessary.
LORD CLYDE AS A sCHooL-BoY.
p A ''playfeow" of the late Lord Clyde con-
tributes the following to a Glasgow journal
during the summer evenings of the last
year of last century, that is, 1900, a number
of little boys, after schOOl-hours, often met to
play at ''Soogers" in a court or area on the
west side of High street, nearly opposite the
University buildings. Those youngsters were
divided into two squads, or regiments as they
were called, of about a dozen each, one of
them being commanded by the writer of this,
and the other by smart comely boy named
James Cumming, who was the only son of his
parents He had only one sister, who was a
few years older, and was very pretty, agree
able, and lively young lady, who became
an actress. One evening atrig, rosy checked
little boy, dressed in the Highland garb, and
named M'Livor, appeared in Cummings squad.
AT that period the war of the French revolu-
ton was in progress, and, young as we were,
our juvenile minds 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 valor of Highland soldiers; we
thougnt that one of them was match for al
least three Frenchmen. Therefore said to
Cumming that l wanted the Highland boy tC
be In my squad, but he replied that he would
not give nun to me unless l would fight hin
Tor the Hielanman and win the battle. 1t wa.
no sooner said than done, when the two col
onels fought in the intervening space between
the two squads, they being in line frontins
one another. After few isticuffs, Cum
ming SAID, 'own beat when l, going to hi