I must give another specimen, which, if not very well spelt, is otherwise a proof of the loyalty of a gallant soldier, who afterwards fell at Sebastopol. I copy the whole as given to me on board the _Niagara_. ‘A soldier that is bound for this late war, and who goes with the most gratified assurance of coming home again with the head of the Disturber of Europe; or, dying like a soldier in the field, and with the heart of a real true subject, he says to his comrades:-- COME TO THE DANOBE. (_Composed by Private Edward Murphy, Light Company, 88th Regiment._) ‘Our allies to joine, my boys, The English and Frinch Is going to combine, my boys. We’ll fight till the last, And no mortal we’ll spare, my boys. What better fun could you ask Than chasing the bear, my boys? Now let us with curage Enter the field, my boys, And the bigoted tyrent We’ll make him yield, my boys; And out of the Principalities We’ll make him elope; We’ll show him more play Then he got at Synope. Come, then, come to the Danobe. For the Rangers at present Is wiling to fight, I know, And with Colonel Shirley no Dangers they’ll slight, I know. May he lead them on to fame, As Wallace before has don, And live to command us Untill the battle’s won. Then come to the Danobe, And our officers all The right sort of chaps are they, Comboyned one and all, And ready for the fray, We’ll conquer or die, And may we all live to see The Rushins to fly, Beat both on land and sea.’ On arriving at Gallipoli, we received orders to proceed on to Constantinople. A boat was upset close to our steamer, and one of the Turks took refuge in the paddle-wheel! Most fortunately, he was not killed. When he came on board, we gave him dry clothes, and, as it was the men’s dinner hour, they offered him some pork. His face would have made a good picture. I mention this as the first mistake made by our soldiers in their dealings with Mohammedans.