sufficient provocation we had turned our guns on them, pointing out to him at the same time the bloody proofs of my assertion. Apparently not noticing what I said, he continued his lamentations, and, “Vill you no stop, sare, I say?” Wherefore, thinking he might be right, to pacify him I ordered the whole to cease firing, desiring him to remark the consequences. _Psieu, psieu, psieu_, came our _friends’_ shot, one after another; and our friend himself had a narrow escape from one of them. “Now, sir,” I said, “you will be convinced; and we will continue our firing, whilst you can ride round the way you came, and tell them they kill their friends the English; the moment their fire ceases, so shall mine.” Still he lingered, exclaiming, “Oh, dis is terreebly to see de Proosien and de Inglish kill vonanoder!” At last darting off I saw no more of him.[24] The fire continued on both sides, mine becoming slacker and slacker, for we were reduced to the last extremity, and must have been annihilated but for the opportune arrival of a battery of Belgic artillery a little on our left, which, taking the others in flank nearly at point blank, soon silenced and drove them off. We were so reduced that all our strength was barely sufficient to load and fire three guns out of our six. These Belgians were all beastly drunk, and, when they first came up, not at all particular as to which way they fired; and it was only by keeping an eye on them that they were prevented treating us, and even one another. The wretches had probably already done mischief elsewhere--who knows? My recollections of the latter part of this day are rather confused; I was fatigued, and almost deaf. I recollect clearly, however, that we had ceased firing--the plain below being covered with masses of troops, which we could not distinguish from each other. Captain Walcot of the horse-artillery had come to us, and we were all looking out anxiously at the movements below and on the opposite ridge, when he suddenly shouted out, “Victory!--victory! they fly!--they fly!” and sure enough we saw some of the masses dissolving, as it were, and those composing them streaming away in confused crowds over the field, whilst the already desultory fire of their artillery ceased altogether. I shall never forget this joyful moment!--this moment of exultation! On looking round I found we were left almost alone. Cavalry and infantry had all moved forward, and only a few guns here and there were to be seen on the position. A little to our right were the remains of Major M‘Donald’s troop under Lieutenant Sandilands, which had suffered much, but nothing like us. We were congratulating ourselves on the happy results of the day, when an aide-de-camp rode up, crying “_Forward, sir!--forward! It is of the utmost importance that this movement should be supported by artillery!_” at the same time waving his hat much in the manner of a huntsman laying on his dogs. I smiled at his energy, and, pointing to