Private Stevenson, of Ligonier's Horse, having had his horse shot under him shortly after the commencement of the battle of Fontenoy, on the 11th May, 1745, did not rejoin his regiment until the evening of the following day. A court-martial was demanded by the man, before which he produced Lieutenant Izard, of the Royal Welsh Fusiliers, who deposed that the prisoner acquainted him with the death of his horse, and requested permission to carry a firelock in the grenadier company under him. His request was granted; he behaved throughout the day with uncommon intrepidity, and was one of the nine grenadiers which he brought out of action. He was then promoted to a lieutenancy in the Royal Welsh Fusiliers. WHAT HAVE YOU SEEN IN THE CRIMEA? I have seen majestic nature in grandeur displayed, With the hills and the valleys which the ocean hath made; I've seen the eagle and vulture with pinions extended, And battles so well fought that no hero could mend it. I saw the Light Division leading the van With their Allies, who also would die to a man Before they would yield to an Autocrat's rule, Or turn back on their march to Sebastopol. I saw the Heights of Alma, on the 20th September, There the maiden British army first faced the foe, There the Russian, bear, with all his ugly cubs, Was taught to use his heels as fast as he could go. I saw Inkermann's Heights, on that memorable foggy morn, A name now respected by Britons not then born; The odds were seven to one, but no desponding cry-- Remember the Heights of Alma, boys, we conquer or we die! I've seen Inkermann's Heights and its Valleys of snow, Where many a brave soldier a rooting did go, In search of some fuel his breakfast to cook, With a pick on his shoulder, and axe or bill-hook. I've seen the Mamelon and the Malakoff tower, When the grape shot and shell on our trenches did pour. While Mars sat in triumph to test our renown, And meet us with laurels as we stormed the great town. I've seen the Quarantine Battery, Fort Paul, and the docks; With the Bear and the Eagle contending for rocks, And vultures in numbers near the Worrensoff road, That once was the highway to the Russian's abode. I've seen sorties and struggles by the Russians, 'tis true, But their banners were stained by the Red, White and Blue, We sent them some pills their system to cool, Which worked them in thousands from Sebastopol. I've seen Lord Raglan, Pellisier, and their brilliant staff, While the band of the 7th played "Larry O'Gaff;" I've seen Lord Brown in the trenches, for war he was ripe, Dressed as plain as a ploughman, with a little short pipe. I've seen the great English battery upon the green hill, Work with deadly precision the Russians to kill; With terrific grandeur the balls they did fly, Illuminating the heavens like stars in the sky.