The Sun. — 1863-08-11 (London, England)

THE CAPTURE OF NANA SAHIB.  The following extracts from a private letter wil be read with interest :  " Parroquet, Bungalow, East Indies, Ajmere, June 30.  " You have by this time heard of tho capture of Nana Sahib. I am glad the villain is at last caught. I had a full view of him. I will give you a few interesting particulars of his appearance, &c. In the afternoon I had occasion to pass near the Temple of Ajmere, while surveying a new road in the district, and was not a little surprised to observe a crowd of natives and others eagerly jabbering together, and with violent gesticulations pointing towards the temple. As this is usually such a very quiet place, I could not conceive the cause. I requested my interpreter to ascertain the cause of the commotion, and to my utter astonishment he informed me that that veritable scoundrel and butcher of the innocent at Cawnpore—Nana Sahib —was known, from reliable information, to be lurking with some confederates io the neighbourhood of the temple. I immediately gave up all thoughts of work for the day, and dismissed my coolies, and busied myself in collecting information, and if possible rendering assistance to the capture of the villain, who, as you know, dear brother, has caused me grief. I hastily returned to my bungalow to partake of a light dinner, or rather lunch, when one of my native servants came running in with eyes and mouth wide open, to inform me that Nana Sahib had at that moment been captured by Major Davidson and his colleagues. I hastened up to the temple, and there in the custody of the military, and encircled by a crowd of spectators, who intimated their desire to tear him to pieces, by loud yells and savage looks, I for the first time beheld the ruffian, the murderer, and the part instigator of the late disastrous rebellion. He is of middle height, and I should think about 40 years of age. He had a calm, determined, but vengeful expression of countenance. I pushed myself as near as possible to the prisoner, in order to obtain a good view of him. He surveyed the hooting crowd with proud disdain and a smile of derision, es much as to say, Ah, you feared me once.' But every dog has his day,' as the saying is, and the Nana has had his day. Now the day of retribution has come after the lapse of six long years. Murdered husbands, wives, and children will be avenged. When led away, strongly guarded, he walked with a firm step and upright demeanour. His tout ensemble (for a sepoy) is rather dignified. The disguise he wore was that of an ordinary sepoy. The military appeared to be exceedingly jealous of any person closely approaching their valuable prisoner, and escorted him away to prison with a strong guard. There is not a shadow of doubt as to his identity, from papers about his person and unmistakable marks on his body. A little circumstance occurred as he was being led away which illustrates his disposition. One of the soldiers just pushed him forward when they started, the prisoner instantly turned round, and with a demon's look uttered an oath, and tried to lift his arm to strike the man, but he was bound. He dropped his partly raised arm, and with a dejected look proceeded on his way amid the hisses of hundreds, even of his own countrymen. The papers here are once more teeming with anecdotes of his atrocities, and traits of character, details of his capture, &c. ; his Eam forms the subject of leading articles and gossip. What I have written you may rely upon, seeing I was an eye-witness of his capture. Great credit is due to Major Davidson was his indefatigable labours in capturing the man whose blood the civilised world has so long cried for.