Stockton Herald, South Durham and Cleveland Advertiser. — 1882-06-03 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE.  On mad on rode the Light Brigade, inspiring wonder in those they were to attack, while Cardigan led them on with brandished sword. Each trooper's band was firm on his bridle, each grasp was firm on the sword, as, holster to bolster, and boot to boot, she dragoons swept on, their horses with necks outstretched and manes streaming backward like smoke on the wind. The moment they were within range of the Russian guns the whole park of artillery shook the sir use the thunder of heaven, while they, with shot, shell, grape, and roakets, and infantry with their tempest of conical rifle-bullets, from front and both , flanks, tore through horses and men, and I down went both on every side. . Down—down—thick and fast, were going men and horses, and shrieks and prayers, hurrahs and curses rose to heaven together; but filling the gaps. the flanks, closed in, and fv.rner, wider, denser, became the death-ride down the valley. Here and there the troopers could no longer he restrained from darting in front of their officers, as the cenuine English racing spirit broke out, each man striving to outride the other. Above the varied mum& and the rush of troops, one voice rose clearly—" Now, my brave lads, for old England I canoe -I. or die!" Tbe speaker was Lord George Paget, who rode at the head of the 4th Light Dragoons. He was a peel's son; but every man who rode theie, even to the youngest trumpeter; was a knight as true as any that ever rode at Cressi or Flodden Field. In this headlong rush the 17th Lancers were subjected to mnch of the "rending perturbation" created among cavalry by the sinking and wild plunging of every wounded horse, and again, by the piteons intrusion of it, riderless, in the midst of the battle, as it sought to wedge itself into its old troop. At one time there were four horses thus abreast of Lord I George Paget on one side, and five on the other, all with saddles empty, and all Impelled by terror and the habit of ranging in line. On and on yet they rode. Many a familiar face had vanished now, and men who were on the flanks found themselves in the centre, and "familiar pulpit reflections concerning man's frail tenure of life came to have all the air of fresh truth when pressed npon the attention by the ping of the bullet, the sighing and humming and at last the 'whang' of the round shot, by the harsh whirr of the jagged iron fragments thrown abroad by a bursting shell, by the sound most abhorred of all those heard in battle—the sound that issues from the moist plunge of the round shot when it buries itself, with a 'slosh.' in the trunk of a man or horse." On and on yet, like a whirlwind, swept our gallant Light Brigade—the flower of the three kingdoms, all well-trained and nobly mounted, the hearty British "Hurrah 1 hurrah 1" ringing high in the air, and soon the red flashing muzzles of the 11.11118  were passed; the gunners were casting themselves beneath the wheels and limbers to escape the out of sword and thrust of lanoe; others were rushing for shelter to the squares of infantry whose musketry rained now a ceaseless shower of lead. The guns were taken, thelr gunners swept away, and next the Russian cavalry were attacked, and a literal forest of Cossack lances awl cuirassier swords was hewn at through and throuph, but the survivors of the °barge were breathless, their horses blown, and when reigning up they found themaeives without being sup. ported effectually. " It's all up—threes abouts—retire !" was now the order, and back again, but rearward, now exposed onoe more to a murderous tire, rode all that remained of the 673 men of the Light Brigade. —From " British BAttle. on La d