her love. Yet that her affections were interested in the addresses of the brave Churchill, is manifest from her rejection of another suitor of higher rank, the Earl of Lindsey, afterwards Marquis of Ancaster, and of others, by whom she was considered as "the star and ornament of the court."-Thomson's Memoirs of Sarah, Duchess of Marlborough.

DEATH OF TIPPOO SAIB.

FATIGUED, suffering from intense heat, and pained by an old wound, Tippoo mounted his horse, and retreated slowly along the northern rampart. The British were momentarily gaining ground, the garrison in every direction flying, while a spattering fusilade, and occasionally a wild huzza, told that the victors were éverywhere advancing. Instead of quitting the city, as he might have done, the sultan crossed the bridge over the inner ditch, and entered the town. The covered gateway was now crowded with fugitives, vainly endeavouring to escape from the bayonets of their conquerors, who were heard approaching at either side. A random shot struck the sultan; he pressed his horse forward; but his passage was impeded by a mob of runaways, who literally choked

the gloomy arch. Presently, a cross-fire opened, and filled the passage with the dead and wounded. Tippoo's horse was killed; but his followers managed to disengage him, dragged him exhausted from beneath the fallen steed, and placed him in his palanquin. But escape was impossible; the British were already in the gateway; the bayonet was unsparingly at work, for quarter at this moment was neither given nor expected. Dazzled by the glittering of his jewelled turban, a soldier dashed forward and caught the sultan's sword-belt. With failing strength Tippoo cut boldly at his assailant, and inflicted a trifling wound. The soldier, irritated by pain, drew back, laid his musket to his shoulder, and shot the sultan dead. His companions, perceiving the struggle, rushed up; the palanquin was overturned, the bearers cut down, the body of the departed tyrant thrown upon a heap of dead and dying, and the corpse, despoiled of everything valuable, left among the fallen Mussulmans— naked, unknown, and unregarded.

On arriving at the place, the entrance was found choked with the dead and dying; and from the number of corpses heaped irregularly around, it was necessary to remove numbers of the slain Mussulmans -a disgusting and tedious operation. The light had failed the archway was low and gloomy-and torches were obtained. Presently the sultan's horse was recognized by the Killedar; his palanquin was afterwards discovered; a further search proved successful, and the body itself was found. The heat had not yet

left the corpse; and though despoiled of sword and turban, the well-known talisman that encircled his right arm was easily recognized by the Killedar. The amulet, formed of some metallic substance of silvery hue, was surrounded by magic scrolls in Arabic and Persian characters, and sewed carefully in several pieces of richly-flowered silk. The eyes were unclosed -the countenance wearing that appearance of stern composure that induced the lookers-on for a time to fancy that the proud spirit of the haughty sultan was still lingering in its tenement of clay. The pulse was examined-its throbs were ended, and life was totally extinct. Colonel Wellesley* who accompanied General Baird to the gateway of the fort, could not be persuaded, after the body was identified, that the sultan was not still alive, so remarkably placid was the expression of his features, and so life-like the appearance of his eyes; and until the colonel had pressed the heart and pulse with his fingers he doubted that the tiger-spirit had escaped. The corpse was placed in his own palanquin; and, covered by a shawl, was carried into the court of the palace, and there deposited for the night. One of the humblest couches was the last resting-place on which the son of Hyder was permitted to repose; and even there, it was subjected to what, in a Mussulman's eyes, would appear the greatest degradation.-Maxwell's Life of the Duke of Wellington.

* Afterwards the great Duke of Wellington.

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CHARGE OF THE 92D AT WATERLOO.

It was the fortune of the 92d Regiment, (called by the French the Yellow Highlanders, as distinguished from the 42d, whom, because of their blue facings, they named the Highland Guards,) reduced as they had been at Quatre-Bras to three hundred men, to find themselves face to face with a column of the enemy, without exaggeration, of ten times their own number. Of this they were regardless, and, with levelled arms, rushed upon the front of the enemy's column. A cheer for the gallant Highlanders from all that witnessed their fearlessness, increased their ardour; and no one who saw the few plumed bonnets actually mixed with the crowd of bear-skins, can ever forget the thrill of mingled admiration and dread which made their blood run cold. But three hundred men was a small amount of actual matter mingled with three thousand, and might have died from mere pressure and suffocation, when, lo! a noble band, just when needed, rushed to the rescue, and completed the feat so gallantly begun. The very ground trembled as, round the western end of the stunted bridge, which ran eastwards from the British centre, horses in high condition, men in steady determination, wheeled, like a whirlwind, the Royals, Greys, and Inniskillings, the Union Brigade, in high revelry and irresistible brotherhood. "Scotland for ever!"

shouted the Greys, in admiration of their plaided countrymen. "Scotland for ever!" responded the Highlanders. The effect was electric, the enthusiasm wild. Rout is a very weak word; the enemy could not manage a rout, for they could not get away. Two thousand infantry threw down their arms and surrendered themselves, every gun was taken, and the cavalry was pursued. Some Highlanders, seizing hold of the stirrup-leathers of the Greys, ran, which Highlanders alone can do, at the rate of a horse's gallop, to have their share in the vengeance.* This was, as it is apt to be, carried too far. The "Unionists" themselves, dispersed over the plain, could not resist the attraction of the flying cuirassiers; and many of them were well up the enemy's acclivity, cutting down the cuirassiers, before they drew bridle to return. When they did, they were exposed to a heavy fire of reserves of infantry and artillery, and the charge of fresh columns of cuirassiers and lancers, before which they had no choice but to fly back as rapidly as they advanced,—a lesson to British cavalry which it is hoped they will never forget, and save the enemy from calculating upon this excess of gallantry, and arranging for its expected occurrence; nay, even tempting it by feigned defeat. It is said that the duke regretted the rashness

* The French prisoners were sent to Brussels, gnashing their teeth with mortification and rage, and hoping to be amply revenged before the day was done. When first taken, many of the grenadiers, as witnessed by Major Ross, dashed their caps on the ground, and bitterly cried, "Accident! accident!" Many of them shed tears of rage and shame.