A British Rifle Man: The Journals and Correspondence of Major George Simmons, Rifle Brigade, During the Peninsular War and the Campaign of WaterlooSimmons, George
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A British Rifle Man: The Journals and Correspondence of Major George Simmons, Rifle Brigade, During the Peninsular War and the Campaign of Waterloo
Simmons, George
Peninsular War, 1807-1814; Waterloo, Battle of, Waterloo, Belgium, 1815
Four skeleton companies remained behind. Joseph was made adjutant of
the depôt. He will have to drill the recruits and young officers. He
takes a delight in his duty, and I have no doubt he will fill the
situation with credit. It is highly flattering to my feelings to
see him pitched upon for a situation of such responsibility by the
commanding officer. When I embarked it was nearly dark. Our Boys had
been stationed some time at Dover, and the people came in crowds to see
us off, cheered us, and wished us success. It was at the same place
that in 1809 I embarked with as fine a regiment as ever left England.
Joseph was very sorry to part from me. I wanted him to come on board
and sup, but he would take nothing, and said, "I must leave you." He
assured me that through life he would always be a friend to you, and
if anything happened to me he would endeavour to become your protector
and tread in my steps. I have no doubt of him; he is everything that I
could wish. The moment at parting proved his heart, and makes me daily
bless the Almighty for putting it in my power to serve him.
I think soon he will be able to send you some money. I was put to much
expense in providing the necessary articles for service. I managed
to buy a baggage horse, which cost 15 guineas, and 3 guineas for
embarking. I shall have £20 in July, but that is some time to look
forward to. When I get it I will transmit the money. I have not yet got
a riding horse, but I must buy one; my legs will never carry me through
a long campaign. After a day's march I am lame. If I get hit again they
must promote me or recommend me for Chelsea.
I was dreadfully sick all the way to Ostend. My throat swelled with
vomiting to such a degree that I could scarcely speak for a week after.
I saw very little of Ostend. We embarked upon the canal and arrived at
Bruges in the evening. The next morning we moved forward to Ghent, a
very fine town, the people remarkably civil, provisions and wine very
cheap. Louis XVIII. is at this place. Our officers paid him a visit on
the 13th. We marched to this town, which is very large. I have a room
in a garden. The officers who mess with me prefer dining at my house,
as I have the use of a delightful summer-house. At present we are
enjoying ourselves. Rumour says Buonaparte is concentrating his forces,
and means to attack us very soon; for my part, I do not care how soon.
I hope I shall see Paris before the summer is over, in a whole skin.
I hope my sister still continues to apply diligently to her studies.
If she cannot pay Mrs. Sterling exactly as she could wish, I will be
bound to pay the money for her. Do not let that damp her ardour or give
uneasiness. I would rather sell anything I have got than suffer any of
them being neglected on so essential a point as education.
I hope Charles is going on well, and Betsy also. If they endeavour to
become clever I shall bring them some pretty things when I return.
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