There is something of reality and a good j deal of strength in the picture of the i opening charge of the 71st after they had \ suffered for three hours from the attacks : of the French sharpshooters. The Duke I gave the order, and "up we jumped, the : whole brigade in a four-deep line, and ) rushed at the cornfield as hard as we , could tear. The skirmishers snapped \ at us as we came, and then away they ! bolted like corncrakes, their heada down, j their backs rounded, and their muskets ' at the trail. Half of them got away; but < we caught up the other, the officer first, for . he was a very fat man, who could not run ! fast. It gave me quite a turn when I saw ■ Bob Stewart on my right stick his bayonet .1 into the man's broad back, and heard him ' howl like a damned soul. There was no quarter in that field, and it was butt or : point for all of them. The men's blood ! was aflame, and little wonder, for these : wasps had been stinging all the morning, ' without our being able bo much as to see ; them."

A CAVALBT CHARGE.
