When landing effected, Sapping Miners constructed iron bridge (with glass covering to protect the troops from the rain) within five-and-twenty minutes. During the construction Muffs fired continuously at working parties. Flag-staffs riddled with shot, consequently colours could not be run up. A round from couple of quick-firing guns cleared heights of human obstructions. On completion of bridge, two troops of 147th Irregular Prancers charged enemy with much dash. As gallant horsemen approached Muffs (numbering about twenty thousand) concentrated their fire. For few minutes Irregulars had to pass through perfect fog of bullets. This ordeal did not damp their courage; soon came to close quarters with foe. In a moment Muffs were in confusion, flying, before pursuing sabres. Irregulars followed retreating enemy for many miles with complete success. While these operations being carried out 17th Battalion of Cutandthrust Regiment made assault on fortress protecting right flank of Muffs. Enemy opposed charge with well-sustained artillery fire, which had it been more judiciously directed might have caused considerable annoyance. As it was, many Cutandthrusts lowered their heads to allow of undisturbed passage of shrapnell. On reaching walls redcoats hopped over like birds. Garrison stubbornly defended position. Cutandthrusts extended, advancing in their new formation. With wild cheer they again charged. Although this advance caused Muffs to fall back, they still retained their ground. At this moment machine-guns of battalion were brought into play with best results. A couple of rounds immediately broke up enemy's columns and put them to flight. Muffs were then routed by 53rd Regiment of Indian Tiger Eaters. By midday position secured. At invitation of bugles exploring party "ceased firing," and prepared for mess. _Later._--I have just received a return of killed and wounded on both sides, which I here give:--_Muffs._--Killed, about 20,000; wounded, twice as many more. _British._--Killed, none; wounded, No. 35,604,821 Private SMITH (Cutandthrust Regiment), slight scratch on fourth finger of left hand. * * * * * NEW NAME FOR IT (_by Brother Bung_).--Local Hop-shun! * * * * * ALL THE DIFFERENCE. [Illustration] If half the things that CHLOE says to me, If half the pretty kindnesses she shows, By PHYLLIDA were shown or said, Without a tremor I would stake my head That I securely might propose That she my bride would be. Yet why? I know full well that CHLOE means Nothing at all. 'Tis but her buoyant way, Her frank "The best of friends, that's all." And yet the stricter GRUNDY 'twould appal To hear the tender things we say Between our quarrel-scenes.