The Monticellonian., 1895-08-16
THE ADJUTANTS GRAVE.
It was at the taking of Rangoon.

From the lrraWaddl the crashing batteries of dozen steam frigates had leveled the stockades on the river side. Black masses of naked, smoke-stained Burmese, exposed al their guns or in shallow trenches, when the teak walls fell or were burned, were moved down like grass by hailstorm of grape. Our artillery was landing. The Eighteenth Royal Irish were already In the breaches and at the water gate. The Burmese dropped their eumbrous shields and lances and dhars and fled, yelling back toward the great pagoda. Those wild Irish, possessed of the same devil that dashed and slashed and sta bbed and hacked and hurrahed in the Enniskilleners Ut Waterloo, went off in hot chase. Only one regimentl- for they would not wait for the slow boats that were bringing the guns. and the Eightieth and the Sepoy Rifles, but broke away in pursuit. In spite of the almost frantic officers, who, weak and hoarse with intellectual efforts to check their mad command, were forced to follow at last, all chas- ing the bubble reputation together one regiment, at the heels of ten thou sand panic-stricken savagesl
 One of the glorious fellows of the crack Eighteenth in this tempestuous hurleyburley was Fallon, the adjutant. He was the equipped model of gen tleman and soldier, according to the standard of his proud regiment; a jovial boon companion, generous com rade, fast friend, frank and fearless enemy; in sport a child, in taste a scholar, impetuous in fight, pitiful in victory
 As his disordered party charged, shouting, up the broad Dagon road, be- tween the long lines of the inner stock ade, over bamboo bridges thrown across trenches, and past grim, gigantic idols and ponghee houses fantastically carved, the adjutant who had fingered behind the rest, striving to the last In his habitual devotion to discipline, to restrain the men, happened to be in the rear of all.
 "How now2" jestingly cried Clark, an English ensign Of the adjutant's mess, who was running just before him, "our plucky Fallon at the back of us all This is bad enough for me, old fellow, who have my medals to win; but it will never do for you, with those red ribbons to answer for"
 II am doing my best, Clark, my boy Fallon replied, "and shall be up with that crazy sergeant presently. You know l am good for short brush Fa fu N( lishments-thanks to my bog trotting education and the practice Lord Cough gave us"
 Hardly were the words done ringing in his comrades ears when the gallant Fallon, the pride of his corps, received in his generous breast dozen musket balls. as he sprang up the broad stair case of the Golden Dragon pagoda- first of them all, and quite alone. He fell on his face, stone dead. on the stairs. sword in hand, and smiling.
 When all was over, and his regiment held the post of honor on the very throne of the Boodh, they gave him soldiers most distinguished obsequies bulying hlm in a grove of talipot trees, behind ponghee house of the most most grotesque architecture, and just outside of what were afterward the Sepoy lines of the Eightieth. His faith ful orderly planted a :'ude cross at his graves head and set an English white rose there. An American missionary gave it to him.
 In Calcutta Norah Fallon-beautiful accomplished, witty, altogether ra- diant with rare charms of mind and person waited with her young child for news from her soldier husband, who had her heart in his keeping within the stockades of Rangoop. When they told her he was dead, she fell, uttering only a sharp cry, and lay as one dead for many days. But when she awolSe to the consciousness of her pro- found bereavement, and her eternal widowhood, she shed not tear nor spoke word, but took her boy and went aboard a troopship that sailed on the morrow for Rangoon.
 On the voyage still she spoke not, nor ever wept; the silence of her sor- row had something sacred, almost aw- ful, about 1t, that commanded a del icacy of consideration, which was sort of worship, from the rudest about her
 Arrived nt Raugoon, no sooner had the ship dropped anchor off the kings wharf than Norah sent her chaprassey, her Hindoo errand goer. with note to Gen. Goodwin, commanding the com forces in Burmah: The wife of Maurice Fallon, adjutant in the Eight eenth of her majesty's Royal Irish, would be permitted to see her hus- bands grave; she awaits the express sion of the generals wishes on board the Mahanuddy."
 She waited long. At last the answer came:
 "It was with unfeigned sorrow that Lieut.. Gen. Goodwin found himself by the exigencies If his position, to refuse the widow of one of his best officers, whose loss was felt by the whole Anglo-Indian army, the sad privilege of visiting the spot where his consigned him to brave sol dier's grave. But the generals footing in Rangoon was precarious; hourly ap- prehensions of attack by a strong body of the enemy were entertained.
 Tt was known that Burmah chief was approaching with n numerous and well-armed force, and had already ar rived in the neighborhood of Kemmen- dine. Therefore, for the present, the lieutenant general must forbid the landing of his countrywoman from the shipping on any pretext. He hoped to