That in the description they gave of the opening of my kitchen at Scutari, in the number of the 14th inst., an error crept in, occasioned by the omission of a word, which entirely alters my sentiment, and if not contradicted would reflect much discredit upon the authorities at Scutari, [and thereby inflict a serious injustice. The sentence to which I referred appears in the paper thus--] “That I prepared my bill of fare according to the provisions allowed, which are at all times of an inferior quality;” whilst the passage should run as follows:--“_That I prepared my bill of fare according to the provisions allowed, which at all times are of an inferior quality at_ CONSTANTINOPLE in comparison to English provisions.” “I suppose you meant to say, the provisions to be obtained.” “Exactly, colonel.” “What do you wish me to do?” “Merely to be kind enough to explain the error to Lord Raglan to-morrow, as it would appear very ungrateful on my part to the authorities at Scutari; more especially as I informed his lordship that those gentlemen had done everything in their power to assist me.” “I had better do it at once. His lordship has just done dinner. I will go and show it to him; you can walk in with me.” “No, I thank you; I had rather wait here.” In a few minutes he returned with the paper, saying, “I have shown it to Lord Raglan, and he will make a note of it.” He had scarcely uttered the words, when I heard his lordship inquiring in the corridor, “Where is Monsieur Soyer? where is he?” and in he walked, followed by his Staff, seven or eight in number, among whom was Dr. Pennefather. The Commander-in-chief was dressed in plain clothes, and looked very well, full of health and vigour. His fine open countenance, so characteristic of the man, was more brilliant than ever, and his conversation quite jocular. After alluding to the step I had just taken, and which, he observed, was very thoughtful on my part, he promised to have the parties informed of the mistake, and of my explanation. “Monsieur Soyer,” (Lord Raglan, as he said this, was standing in the doorway, leaning on his right shoulder, with his legs crossed, and surrounded by several gentlemen, forming a group which I shall not forget as long as I live,) “you must have known my old friend Ude?” “I did, my lord.” “How many years were you at the Reform Club?” “Above twelve. It was old Mr. Ude who gave the late Madame Soyer away when we were married; so we often visited him.” “Lord Alvanley, who had apartments at Mr. Ude’s, lived there for years, and I frequently visited him,” said Lord Raglan. “If so, no doubt your lordship will recollect a very interesting picture of a country girl going to market, with a basket of poultry under her arm?” “I do, very well indeed, and I know it was painted by your wife. It was very cleverly done. But you had all her best pictures at the Reform Club. You showed them to me yourself.”