Rode to Monastery to arrange for Warde’s going afloat. Wenny Coke wounded last night in trenches. We have advanced our batteries and trenches nearer the enemy’s guns without thickening them in proportion. A shot has no business to pass through a parapet. I had a man turned over yesterday by a round shot; he was not killed, as the strength of the shot was expended before it got through the parapet. One of the stones gave me a clip in the back; but the Russians had been riled by our cutting a cart in two just before. [Sidenote: Aug. 5.] Sunday, muster and divine service. On visiting the hospital I found one of my poor fellows carving a heart on a ring, part of his own thigh-bone, which had been amputated. On asking him what he was going to do with it, he replied, “To send it to my girl, sir.” Another was busy securing the sides of his hat into the shape of a Greenwich pensioner’s: a curtain hung round his jacket to look like a long-tailed coat. He had only one leg. A day or two ago I rode with Lord Rokeby to see a division French lines--3000 Chasseurs d’Afrique, cream of French cavalry. Saw a Russian lady in Sevastopol flying a kite; the wind was in the direction of the Mamelon. I pointed it out to the French General Linois, who ordered his riflemen to fire; they cut the string and down came the kite just inside the trenches. He gave it to Lord Rokeby, who sent it home. The French general raised his cap by way of apologising to the lady, and ordered the riflemen to raise theirs on the points of their bayonets. A round of Russian grape shot sent one cap flying and broke two muskets. A broiling day--face burnt cruel. [Sidenote: Aug. 6.] Dined with Lord Rokeby. George Goldsmith up to breakfast. Visited Right Attack. Saw, the other day, feeding together in the trenches, Wilbraham Oates Lennox, Royal Engineers, V.C., Captain John Maitland Lennox, R.M.L.I., and Augustus Frederick, Captain Royal Artillery, sons of my friend Lord George Lennox. Dined with General Codrington. [Sidenote: Aug. 7.] Called on Chief of Artillery. Rode with Lord Rokeby to Cossack Bay and hospital to see poor D’Aeth, first lieutenant _Sidon_, dying of cholera. He was a youngster with me in the _Dido_; a more gallant fellow there could not be. He was taken ill at one this morning, having been dining at Kamiesch, and was given over five hours afterwards. He had a locket containing the miniature of a pretty Portuguese girl at Lisbon, and requested it might be buried with him. Went on board _Læander_. [Sidenote: Aug. 8.]