with one ball through his head, and another through his breast. The Redoubtable struck within twenty minutes after the fatal shot had been fired from her. During that time she had been twice on fire.-in her fore-chains and in her forecastle. The French, as they had done in other battles, made use in this, of fire-balls and other combus before it was ready for execution. On the 20th, a court-martial assembled on board the Royal William at Spithead, to try six of the principal mutineers. The trial lasted till the 23d, when the charges having been proved in the clearest manner against four of them, they were sentenced to suffer death; one to be imprisoned twelve months, and the other acquitted. On the 28th, two of the mu-tibles; implements of destruction, which tineers were executed on board the Pompée, and the two others received his Majesty's pardon. The severe punishments (even death) which were daily inflicted on several of the mutineers, did not altogether deter the crews of many of the ships of war, from manifesting at times a considerable degree of disobedience and mutiny. On this occasion 34 of the mutineers were condemned to death; 5 to confinement in solitary cells; and 3 to be flogged. -British Trident. THE BATTLE OF TRAFALGAR. (Concluded from p. 7.) Within a quarter of an hour after Nelson was wounded, above fifty of the Victory's men fell by the enemy's musketry. They, however, on their part, were not idle; and it was not long before there were only two Frenchmen left alive in the mizen-top of the Redoubt able. One of them was the man who had given the fatal wound: he did not live to boast of what he had done. An old quarter-master had seen him fire: and easily recognised him, because he wore a glazed cocked hat and a white frock. This quarter-master and two midshipmen, Mr. Collingwood and Mr. Pollard, were the only persons left on the Victory's poop;-the two midshipmen kept firing at the top, and he supplied them with cartridges. One of the Frenchmen, attempting to make his escape down the rigging, was shot by Mr. Pollard, and fell on the poop. But the old quarter-master, as he cried out, “That's he—that's he," and pointed at the other, who was coming forward to fire again, received a shot in his mouth, and fell dead. Both the midshipmen then fired at the same time, and the fellow dropped in the top. When they took possession of the prize, they went into the mizen-top and found him dead; | other nations, from a sense of honour and humanity, have laid aside; which add to the sufferings of the wounded, without determining the issue of the combat; which none but the cruel would employ, and which never can be successful against the brave. Once they succeeded in setting fire, from the Redoubtable, to some ropes and canvass on the Victory's booms. The cry ran through the ship, and reached the cockpit; but even this dreadful cry produced no confusion: the men displayed that perfect self-possession in danger by which English seamen are characterised; they extinguished the flames on board their own ship, and then hastened to extinguish them in the enemy, by throwing buckets of water from the gangway. When the Redoubtable had struck, it was not practicable to board her from the Victory; for, though the two ships touched, the upper works of both fell in so much, that there was a great space between their gangways; and she could not be boarded from the lower or middle decks, because her ports were down. Some of our men went to Lieutenant Quilliam, and offered to swim under her bows, and get up there; but it was thought unfit to hazard brave lives in this manner. What our men would have done from gallantry, some of the crew of the Santissima Trinadad did to save themselves. Unable to stand the tremendous fire of the Victory, whose larboard guns played against this great four-decker, and not knowing how else to escape them, nor where else to betake themselves for protection, many of them leaped overboard, and swam to the Victory; and were actually helped up her sides by the English during the action. The Spaniards began the battle with less vivacity than their unworthy allies, but they continued it with greater firmness. The Argonauta and Bahama were defended till they had each lost about four hundred inen; the San Juan Nepomuceno lost three hundred and fifty. Often as the superiority of British courage has been proved against France upon the seas, it was never more conspicuous than in this decisive conflict. Five of our ships were engaged muzzle to muzzle with five of the French. In all five, the Frenchmen lowered their lower-deck ports, and deserted their guns: while our men continued deliberately to load and fire, till they had made the victory secure. Once, amidst his sufferings, Nelson had expressed a wish that he were dead; but immediately the spirit subdued the pains of death, and he wished to live a little longer;--doubtless that he might hear the completion of the victory which he had seen so gloriously begun. That consolation-that joy-that triumph, was afforded him. He lived to know that the victory was decisive; and the last guns which were fired at the flying enemy were heard a minute or two before he expired. The ships which were thus flying were four of the enemy's van, all French, under Rear-Admiral Dumanoir. They had borne no part in the action; and now, when they were seeking safety in flight, they fired not only into the Victory and Royal Sovereign as they passed, but poured their broadsides into the Spanish captured ships; and they were seen to back their top-sails, for the purpose of firing with more precision. The indignation of the Spaniards at this detestable cruelty from their allies, for whom they had fought so bravely, and so profusely bled, may well be conceived. It was such, that when, two days after the action, seven of the ships which had escaped into Cadiz came out, in hopes of retaking some of the disabled prizes, the prisoners, in the Argonauta, in a body, offered their services to the British prize-master, to man the guns against any of the French ships: saying, that if a Spanish ship came alongside, they would quietly go below; but they requested that they might be allowed to fight the French, in resentment for the murderous usage which they had suffered at their hands. Such was their earnestness, and such the implicit confidence which could be placed in Spanish honour, that the offer was accepted, and they were actually stationed at the lower deck guns. Dumanoir and his squadron were not more ortunate than the fleet from whose destruction they Яed: they fell in with Sir Richard Strachan, who was cruising for the Rochefort squadron, and were all taken. The total British loss in the battle of Trafalgar amounted to 1587. Twenty of the enemy struck; but it was not possible to anchor the fleet; as Nelson had enjoined;—a gale came on from the south-west; some of the prizes went down, some went on shore; one effected its escape into Cadiz; others were destroyed; four only were saved, and those by the greatest exertions. The Spanish vice-admiral, Alva, died of his wounds. Villeneuve was sent to England, and permitted to return to. France. The French government say that he destroyed himself on the way to Paris, dreading the consequences of a court-martial: but there is every reason to believe that the tyrant, who never acknowledged the loss of the battle of Trafalgar, added Villeneuve to the numerous victims of his murderous policy. It is almost superfluous to add, that all the honours which a grateful country could bestow were heaped upon the memory of Nelson. His brother was made an earl, with a grant of 6000l. a year; 10,000l. were voted to each of his sisters: and 100,000l. for the purchase of an estate. A public funeral was decreed, and a public monument. Statues and monuments also were voted by most of our principal cities. The leaden coffin in which he was brought home was cut in pieces, which were distributed as relics of Saint Nelson,-so the gunner of the Victory called them :-and when, at his interment, his flag was about to be lowered into the grave, the sailors, who assisted at the ceremony, with one accord rent it in pieces, that each might preserve a fragment while he lived. The death of Nelson was felt in England as something more than a public calamity: men started at the intelligence, and turned pale; as if they had heard of the loss of a dear friend. An object o our admiration and affection, of our pride and of our hopes, was suddenly taken from us; and it seemed as if we had never till then known how deeply we loved and reverenced him. What the country had lost in its great naval hero-the greatest of our own, and of all former times, was scarcely taken into the account | of grief. So perfectly, indeed, had he performed his part, that the maritime war, after the battle of Trafalgar, was considered at an end: the fleets of the enemy were not merely defeated, but destroyed: new navies must be built, and a new race of seamen reared for them, before the possibility of their invading our shores could again be contemplated. It was not, therefore, from any selfish reflection upon the magnitude of our loss that we mourned for him: the general sorrow was of a higher character. The people of England grieved that funeral ceremonies, and public monuments, and posthumous rewards were all which they could now bestow upon him, whom the king, the legislature, and the nation, would have alike delighted to honour; whom every tongue would have blessed; whose presence in every village through which he might have passed would have wakened the church bells, have given schoolboys a holiday, have drawn children from their sports to gaze upon him, and "old men from the chimney corner,' to look upon Nelson ere they died. The victory of Trafalgar was celebrated, indeed, with the usual forms of rejoicing, but they were without joy; for such already was the glory of the British navy, through Nelson's surpassing genius, that it scarcely seemed to receive any addition from the most signal victory that ever was achieved upon the seas: and the destruction of this mighty fleet, by which all the maritime schemes of France were totally frustrated, hardly appeared to add to our security or strength; for, while Nelson was living, to watch the combined squadrons of the enemy, we felt ourselves as secure as now, when they were no longer in existence. could scarcely have departed in a brighter blaze of glory. He has left us, not indeed his mantle of inspiration, but a name and an example, which are at this hour inspiring thousands of the youth of England: a name which is our pride, and an example which will continue to be our shield and our strength.-Life of Nelson, Family Library, Vol. XII. MARIA OF MEISSEN. (Concluded from p. 16.) She had not left the house ten minutes when I returned to it. Alarmed for her safety, I hurried after her; I traced her to the Falcon barrier. I went to the great redoubt near that spot, and I remember seeing Napoleon standing at a bivouack-fire rubbing his hands, and smiling; immediately near him, from the newly-turned earth, protruded the legs and arms of the dead, who had been hastily interred after the combat of yesterday. I asked one of the orderlies if he had seen a lady pass that way? The man laughed in my face. "A lady!" said he. "No; I have seen no lady: what should she do here? There are no ladies on this field, but such as deal in old clothes, false teeth, and young hair." I went frantically forward. I cannot tell you what I saw, or among whom I passed, it was all so new, so horrid, and so strange to me. I soon came nigh to ground, where troops were before me, advancing and fighting, and where cannon-balls struck and ploughed the earth near me. I felt no fear-I had lost selfishness-I was absorbed in fear and anxiety for another, for a tender timid female, whom I had known from a child. My recollection is but a confused recollection of naked corpses, and pale and bleeding men, that sat upon the ground, and cried for "Water," and called aloud on "CHRIST" There was reason to suppose, from the appearances upon opening the body, that, in the course of nature, he might have attained, like his father, to a good old age. Yet he cannot be said to have fallen pre--the Prince of Peace. Dismounted maturely whose work was done; nor ought he to be lamented, who died so full of honours, and at the height of human fame. The most triumphant death is that of the martyr; the most awful that of the martyred patriot; the most splendid that of the hero in the hour of victory: and if the chariot and the horses of fire had been vouchsafed for Nelson's translation, he guns, and broken wheels, and fragments of exploded powder-waggons, and the sulphureous smell, and horses slain stiff, or rolling and kicking in their dying agonies!—Heavens, what a scene! I ran on-on. At last I came upon some muddy and trampled ground near Rossthal-I went forward-I came upon a spot covered with killed and wounded. They were principally cuirassiers and dragoons, and their dead horses, and many Austrian infantry among them slain with the sword. The horsemen lay in their massive boots, and stained cuirasses, their helmets a few paces off, or yet hanging by the neck-scales. Here, 'the very midst, in her robe of white, drenched with the pouring rain, lay a female form upon her face, the hands stretched above her naked head. It was Maria: she was quite dead-no wound -not a sprinkle of blood upon her garments; how or of what she died none may tell but He that wove the tissue of her tender heart. The silver chord of her sweet life had snapped amid this scene of violence and desolation. There lay immediately by her side the corpse of an officer, so disfigured in face as not to be recognisable, but in form and dress resembling the figure of Altenberg. I had no strength of mind or frame at the moment to do more than to seat me by her side, and watch the precious body till I could find means to remove it. themselves with glory: I shall not forget to recommend you to your king. It is the Colonel Altenberg, is it not?" he added, rather impatient at no reply. "It was the Colonel Altenberg, sire; but he is too badly wounded to render you or his king more service." He rode on ;-Napoleon took a pinch of snuff; but when Altenberg had passed, I mentioned his misfortune. The conqueror started, drummed his fingers on the lid of his snuff-box with some emotion, called hastily for his horse, and turned away.-Tales of the Wars of our Times. SAVING THE COLOURS. In a regiment at the battle of Waterloo, the ensign was killed, and clasped the colours so fast in death, that a serjeant in trying, to no purpose, to rescue them, on the near approach of the enemy, made a violent effort, and throwing the dead corpse, colours and all, over his shoulders, carried them off together. The French seeing this, were charmed I tremble as I look back upon the with the heroism of the action, and hailed arrival of Altenberg. His brigade, hav-it with loud clapping and repeated shouts of applause. ing suffered heavily, had been ordered back into the city, to remain in quarters and refresh. He had learned at his house whither Maria was gone; and he came up to the ground near Rossthal at a swift gallop. I see him in his long white cloak and gleamy helmet, with his pale face of woe, and his fearful gaze, when he alighted and took the body in his arms. "You should not have suffered her to do this," he said to me reproachfully. My tongue clave to the roof of my mouth-I could not answer him. He placed the body on his horse-mounted-and held it be fore him-one of its arms thrown over his shoulder, and the body pressed close to his heart;—and so he rode back at a mournful pace to the city. I walked sad and silent by his side. I remember, as we passed the redoubt on our return, Napoleon stood by the road-side with Berthier. He recognised the uniform of Altenberg's corps as we passed; and as it rained heavily, and Altenberg held his precious burden beneath his ample cloak, he did not observe by what he was encumbered, and thought him wounded. "Not wounded, brave officer I hope," said he. "The regiments Zastrow and Altenberg have covered SPIRITED CONDUCT. Lieutenant-General Count Baillet particularizes the spirited conduct of a private of the regiment of Lacy, who voluntarily swam across the Rhine, and, under the protection of our fire, loosened two vessels which were on the left bank, and got back with them as far as the middle of the river; where, however, the current drove him against a burning bridge, which set fire to the two vessels. This circumstance obliged the man to dive, and to swim back to the right bank. His example encouraged another: they both plunged into the Rhine, and brought over some vessels; the consequence of which was, about seventeen or eighteen more men of the regiment followed the others, and got possession of many more vessels. London: Published by W. M. CLARK, 19 Paternoster-row; and may be had of all Book sellers in Town and Country. J. LAST,,Printer, 3, Edward-st. Hampstead-rd. [DEATH OF TIPPOO SAIB.] TIPPOO SAIB, bold, prompt, and vigilant, but less scrupulous and more ferocious than Hyder Ally, his father, was the heir of his throne and his enterprises, which former he ascended in the year 1732. He was already distinguished by his successive victories over Colonel Baillie in the Carnatic, and Colonel Braithwaite on the banks of the Colerçon; and it was soon discovered that the accession to royalty had not damped his ardour, or chilled his martial spirit. General Matthews had penetrated, with a select detachment to Bednore, the capital of the wealthy kingdom of Canore; his progress is said to have been marked by cruelty and avarice, and his rapacity to have not only stimulated him to plunder, with unfeeling assiduity, the prostrate city, but even to defraud his companions VOL. I. of their portion of the spoils. He, however, had scarcely time to indulge in the contemplation of his newly acquired riches, before he was alarmed by the approach of Tippoo Saib, who, with a host of cavalry, and the small corps of French under the command of M. Lally, pressed forward to attack the invader. The English commander marched out to meet the exasperated tyrant, but neither his strength nor his skill seemed proportioned to the contest: his ranks were instantly broken by the charge of the French; with the loss of five hundred men he retired within the walls of Bednore, and soon after signed a capitulation, which, with a promise only of their lives and liberties, delivered himself and his troops into the power of Tippoo Saib. That capitulation was soon violated, and E |