conveyed to the rear, and recovered, although he had received sixteen severe wounds in this unequal and arduous conflict.

TRAITS OF WATERLOO.

Amidst the confusion presented by the fiercest and closest cavalry fight which had ever been seen, many individuals distinguished themselves by feats of personal strength and valour. Even officers of

rank and distinction, whom the usual habits of modern war render rather the directors than the actual agents of slaughter, were in this desperate action seen fighting hand to hand, like common soldiers. "You are uncommonly savage to-day," said an officer to his friend, a young man of rank, who was arming himself with a third sabre, after two had been broken in his grasp. "What would you have me do?" answered the other, by nature one of the most gentle and humane of men ; " we are here to kill the French, and he is the best man to-day, who can kill most of them," and he again threw himself into the midst of the combat.

Sir John Elley requested permission to lead the charge of the heavy brigade, consisting of the Life Guards, the Oxford Blues, and the Scotch Greys. The effect was tremendous. Sir John was at one time surrounded by several of the cuirassiers; but being a tall and uncommonly powerful man, completely master of his horse and sword, he cut his way out, leaving several of his assailants on the ground, marked with wounds which indicated the strength of the arm which inflicted them.

A corporal in the Horse Guards, of the name of Shaw, who had distinguished himself as a pugilist, was fighting seven or eight hours, dealing destruction on all around him; at one time he was attacked by six of the French Imperial Guard, four of whom he killed, but was at last slain himself by the remaining two.

In the afternoon of this dreadful day, the 92nd regiment, which was reduced to about two hundred men, charged a column of the enemy, which came down on them, of from two to three thousand men ; they penetrated into the centre of the column with the bayonet; and the instart they pierced it, the Scots Greys dashed forward to their support; when they cheered each other, and cried out, "Scotland for ever!" Every man of the enemy was either killed or taken prisoner; after which, the Scots Greys charged through the enemy's second line, and took their eagles.

A division of the enemy having been repulsed, with the loss of their eagles, Lieutenant Deares of the 28th, hurried away by his enthusiasm, accompanied the cavalry in the pursuit on foot, attacking, sword in hand, every Frenchman that came in his way. He had already cut down two, and wounded three others, when, being overpowered by a body of infantry, and taken prisoner, he was stripped of all his clothes, except his shirt and trowsers, in which state he joined his regiment during the night.

The bridge at Wavre was repeatedly lost and gained before the French were able to make their

footing good beyond it. At length, a French colonel snatched the eagle of his regiment, and rushing forward, crossed the bridge, and struck it into the ground on the other side. His corps followed, with an unanimous shout of Vive l'Empereur! and although the gallant officer who thus led them on was slain on the spot, his followers succeeded in carrying the village.

Amidst the fury of the conflict, some traits occurred of military indifference, which deserve to be recorded. The Life Guards coming up in the rear of the 96th, which distinguished regiment acted as sharp-shooters in front of the line, sustaining and repelling a most formidable onset of the French, called out to them, as if it had been on the parade in the Park, "Bravo, 95th! do you lather them, and we'll shave them."

A Life Guardsman, who, from being bald, was known among his comrades by the appellation of the Marquess of Granby, had his horse shot under him, and lost his helmet; but he immediately rose, and though on foot, attacked a cuirassier, whom he killed, mounted his horse, and rode forward, his comrades cheering him, "Well done, Marquess of Granby!"

While Colonel Ponsonby lay bleeding from seven severe wounds, a private soldier of the 40th regiment came up to him late in the evening, whom he entreated to remain with him till the morning. The man begged leave to look for a sword, adding, " And then, your honour, I'll engage the devil himself won't

come

near you." He soon picked up a French

sabre, and then sat quietly down by the colonel until day light, when he had him conveyed to a place of comfort and security.

Among the officers immediately attendant on the Duke of Wellington, was the late Lieut. Col. Erskine, youngest son of Lord Erskine. He had his left arm carried off by a cannon-ball, and lost two fingers of his right hand. When the cannon-shot had thrown him from his horse, and as he lay bleeding upon the ground in this mangled condition, the Prussian musketry and trumpets being heard at a distance, he seized his hat with his remaining shattered arm, and waving it around him, cheered his companions in the midst of the dying and the dead.