Visited Left Attack. Both Admirals up; met at headquarters. Stopped to luncheon. While in Right Attack trenches received directions from headquarters to show the Duke of Newcastle the Quarries. His Grace following with attendants, I explained the impossibility of such a staff: the feathers alone would bring on us the whole Russian fire. We were three or four only. Although shot and shell passed over our heads we were right enough, until near the Quarries, when a shell burst, sending fragments close to us: one so near that it almost touched the Duke, and lodged in a gabion on my side. His Grace expressed a wish to have the piece; a soldier dislodged it with his bayonet. I held it out to the Duke, but it was so hot that he dropped it. I believe it is now at Clumber, with two empty thirteen-inch Russian shells picked up close to our Brigade batteries. General Barnard and staff dined at naval mess. [Sidenote: Aug. 9.] Threatening, heavy-looking weather, which came down in a deluge. [Sidenote: Aug. 10.] Visited St. George, my Chief of Artillery. Rode over to Balaklava to see Freemantle after his fall. Wenny Coke and other friends to dinner. [Sidenote: Aug. 11.] Visited all Right Attack with General Jones. Wenny Coke, E. Somerset, Curzon, and other friends to dinner. [Sidenote: Aug. 12.] Broiling hot. Artillery under orders to be ready at daylight following morning in the field. Enclosed is a specimen of the notices I so often received in the batteries, worth all the foolscap that could be written:-- DEAR UNCLE HARRY--In case you have not been warned, I am desired by the General to give you notice that an attack from the enemy is expected upon our trenches at 3 A.M. to-morrow. The covering parties in the trenches have been doubled, first division in the Right Attack.--Yours sincerely, ROBERT J. LINDSAY. [Sidenote: Aug. 13.] Poor Hughie Drummond, Adjutant of Scots Fusilier Guards, killed in trenches. [Sidenote: Aug. 15.] Prince Victor, Thomas, and self rode to Balaclava. I to see Admiral; they to get material for a stable. * * * * * One of my horses, “Vladimir,” was an “ever-lasting.” He had been captured on Balaclava day from Prince Vladimir’s regiment. He was savage, and one foreleg was held up to enable me to mount. He would jump anything I asked him. Prince Victor often had difficulty in keeping me in sight. He shod his own horses, and I think was sorry when the war was over. [Sidenote: Battle of Tchernaya, Aug. 16.]