the head of a French column to be hammering away at. In half an hour or so he heard the distant sound of action, and it approached nearer and nearer, until he heard it close beside him; and he wondered rather that he was not invited to take a share in it, when, pat to his thought, up came an aide-de-camp at full speed, telling him that Gen. Somebody ordered him to bring up his guns. The officer asked, ‘Did not the order come from Lord Wellington?’ The aide-de-camp said ‘No,’ but from the gen., whoever he was. The officer explained that he was placed there by Lord Wellington, under command not to move unless by an order from himself. The aide-de-camp stated that the general’s entire brigade was being driven in, and must be annihilated without the aid of the guns, and asked, ‘Would he let a whole brigade be slaughtered?’ in a tone which wounded the young soldier’s pride, savouring, as he thought it did, of an imputation on his courage. He immediately ordered his guns to move, and joined battle with the general; but while he was away an aide-de-camp from Lord Wellington rode up to where the guns had been posted, and, of course, no gun was to be had for the service which Lord Wellington required. Well, the French were repulsed, as it happened; but the want of those six guns seriously marred a pre-concerted movement of the Duke’s, and the officer in command of them was immediately put in arrest. Almost every general officer in the army endeavoured to get this sentence revoked, lamenting the fate of a gallant fellow being sent away for a slight error in judgment while the army was in full action; but Lord Wellington was inexorable, saying he must make an example to secure himself in the perfect obedience of officers to their orders, and it had the effect.”—Mr. Lover’s _Handy Andy_. To a man of Norman Ramsay’s highly honourable and sensitive nature the circumstances of his arrest, coupled with the omission of his name from the Vittoria despatches, and the loss of a brevet he had well earned, may be said to have inflicted a wound which neither time nor subsequent honours could heal. Three weeks after his arrest he was restored to the command of his battery, to the great joy of the whole army in Spain, and after the battle of the Bidassoa he was promoted bt. maj. At Waterloo he commanded the H Troop R.H.A., and his forward gallantry in that battle attracted the fatal bullet which put an end to his noble life. He was buried on the field by his great friend Sir Augustus Frazer, during a momentary lull in the battle, but three weeks later was disinterred and his body sent to Edinburgh, as the only consolation to his aged father, half-demented with grief, who was fated to lose his three gallant sons in the short space of eight months. Norman Ramsay m., 14th June, 1808, Mary Emilia, eldest dau. of Lt.-Gen. MacLeod, of Macleod. Sir Augustus Frazer erected a monument