herself at the bottom of the harbour, leaving nothing but the upper masts. It was from the foremast of that ship that all flags of truce and communications were made. [Sidenote: Sept. 10.] Word was sent to me that poor Augustus Fitzroy’s wound was considered mortal. Wrote to prepare his father for the sad event, and then to receive his last instructions. Poor dear, unlucky, gallant fellow. I had known the whole family from the time I had landed, as a skeleton boy, at the Cape of Good Hope in 1827. In pain I took down the items as he wished them to be disposed of: poor boy! They were but few. He was buried on Cathcart’s Hill with full military honours, in the grave next to Sir Robert Newman, which I had made big enough to hold two. [Sidenote: Sept. 11.] The inspection of the evacuated forts showed how destructive had been the fire of our batteries and how great a share the Naval Brigade had in the Fall of Sevastopol. It is an immense place, but there was not a spot where our shot had not penetrated. It was a sad spectacle; so precipitate had been the Russian retreat that they had cut off the communication by their bridge and left some 2000 wounded in barracks. Looking at the mastheads of their line-of-battle ships, and the still smoking ruins of their public buildings, I was in hopes that this would bring the war to a conclusion. * * * * * Naval Brigade ordered to prepare for re-embarking. Was frequently in the artillery camp arranging details. One morning, in the Colonel’s marquee, we noticed a sailor coming from the town. As he was steering wildly, I thought it best to retire into the shade. The Colonel asked where he was from: if he had any loot. He replied he had not, and added, “To-morrow, I intends to ewacuate the Crimea.” CHAPTER LXI AFTER FALL OF SEVASTOPOL [Sidenote: 1855. Sevastopol, Sept. 16.] The breaking up for embarkation of our Brigade was a curious scene. First started off 160 mules, with baggage, etc. Such a collection! Then came our men, divided into three divisions, according to their destinations. I go to the _Rodney_ at Kazatch, and officers to the different ships at Balaklava. Two regiments kindly sent their bands: the 14th, in which my brother was at Waterloo, and the 18th Royal Irish with ours. The Naval Brigade went with flags of all descriptions flying, and no end of cheering--with “one more for Captain _Kaple_.” [Sidenote: Sept. 17.]