hardly a dry eye when poor Captain Vicars was lowered into his grave. I feel confident that he has gone to that Home that is prepared for all those who are faithful to the end. This army has lost a cool, determined officer, and there is one Christian less in this sin-blighted world. He had won the affections of the whole Light Division. The 97th might well be proud of him. It is only a few days since I was with him at one of his meetings; but, dear father, he is not lost, but gone before. He can now sing, with all his manly heart, while he views his glorious Master without a veil between. It is bitterly cold here at present, and I for one do wish they would let us go at the town. We know well that it will be a hard nut to crack, but it must be done, the honour of Old England and France is at stake, and take it we will some day. I do not wish you to publish my letters, for the simple reason that sometimes I speak a little too plainly, and it might hurt me; if anything should happen to me here, you can then please yourself. Take care of them all, as they may come in handy some day, if only to read to friends near and dear to us. I must conclude. Thanks for the papers. Believe me ever, dear Parents, Your most affectionate son, T. GOWING, Sergeant, Royal Fusiliers. SUDDEN DEATH. "Servant of God, well done; Rest from thy loved employ; The battle fought, the victory won, Enter thy Master's joy." The voice at midnight came; He started up to hear, A mortal arrow pierced his frame; He fell, but felt no fear. Tranquil amidst alarms, It found him in the field, A veteran slumbering on his arms, Beneath his red-cross shield: His sword was in his hand, Still warm with recent fight; Ready that moment, at command, Through rock and steel to smite. At midnight came the cry; "To meet thy God prepare!" He woke, and caught his Captain's eye; Then, strong in faith and prayer, His spirit with a bound, Burst its encumbering clay; His tent, at sunrise, on the ground, A darken'd ruin lay. The pains of death are past, Labour and sorrow cease; And life's long warfare closed at last, His soul is found in peace. Soldier of Christ! well done; Praise be thy new employ; And while eternal ages run, Rest in thy Saviour's joy. _Montgomery._