Captain Childers, though only in his 26th year, was accounted one of the best artillery officers in the Queen's service, and his death was regretted not only by a large circle of friends in his native county, but most sincerely so by the officers of his corps in the camp near Sebastopol.

CAPTAIN EVANS, OF THE 23RD WELSH FUSILIERS.

CAPTAIN FRANCIS EDWARD EVANS, of the 23rd Fusiliers, was the second son of Thomas Browne Evans, Esq., of North Tuddenham, Norfolk and Dean, Oxfordshire, by Charlotte, daughter of Sir John Simeon, Bart.

The writer became acquainted with the subject of this memoir in the summer of 1853, during the encampment of our ten thousand at Chobham Common.: For many weeks of the encampment, Captain Evans commanded the main body of the imaginary enemy. Her Majesty paid many visits to the camp. The Sovereign witnessed the grandest of the evolutions of her troops on the Surrey hills. The enemy, on every occasion honoured by the Royal presence, were under the direction of Captain Francis Edward Evans.

The officer in the red shell-jacket, grey trousers, and foraging cap, commanding a few fatigue companies of the 23rd Welsh Fusiliers, was the generalissimo of the forces opposed to Lord Seaton, the Duke of Cambridge, General Evans, and Sir Richard England. He takes a strong position and awaits the attack. On one day he is the assaulter, and on another he is the attacked, To-day he is pounded with artillery and obliged to fall back, and on the retreat he has to meet the Duke of Cambridge's horse with mimic hollow squares.

Always defeated, he is never dispirited. Weak in numerical force when commencing the engagement, at the close his numbers are found not to have been diminished. To-day the wild Connaught Rangers are down upon him, and as those fellows are known to give a few pokes "jist for the sake of the thing," he must run for it, or have his men tumbled over the hedges. His retreat is always so well conducted, that he is reconcentrated for the next day's fight long before the dawn, should occasion call him out.

On one grand field Saturday in July, the writer was by the side of Captain Evans. A few fatigue companies of the Scotch Fusiliers were added to his command. His position was in front of Colonel Challoner's wood, which skirts the common. His skirmishers, after obstinately contesting the advance of Lord Seaton's army, were driven in by superior numbers. The main body opposed to him now rapidly poured down on his position, and his only hope was the shelter of the wood. He defended the approaches to his cover for a considerable time. The Connaught Rangers were yelling like savages under the restraint of Colonel Shirley. The fellows were at length allowed to charge, and Evans had to make haste out of their way, for they were ugly

customers, even in joke, with their blood up. The enemy, under Evans, scampered through the brushwood to the rear. When we drew up, and found no Connaught Rangers on our heels, Evans sent out a few scouts. The Rangers, it was reported, had taken a wrong turn in the wood, which led them far from us. Evans now cautiously advanced towards where he had been driven from. He found a battalion of the Grenadier Guards profoundly intent on chasing Colonel Challoner's rabbits. "I'll have that battalion !" exclaimed Evans to the writer. He now threw out his men-some 200in the form of a crescent, and gradually working them on either extremity through the wood and on to the common, he succeeded in enclosing the Guards. The astonished Grenadiers now plied their muskets, and manfully endeavoured to fight their way out of the trap. By all the rules of war they had been made prisoners. Captain Evans, with his own right hand, made a prisoner of Lieutenant Sturt, who, in his attempting to leap a hedge in the general fight, dropped his bearskin cap. The battalion had marched across the common, but the captured officer was with Evans. As a matter of course Lieutenant Sturt was in pickle for a roasting at the mess table. Captain Evans at last said to him, "Well, as we may ourselves be in bad bread when we get out to the Danube, or elsewhere, you'll be permitted to go free. But don't forget me, should you have an opportunity of interfering in my behalf, if any thing occurs abroad.' Captain Evans then gave the order for the cap to be given up. The bearskin, which had been carefully concealed in the brushwood, was restored, and Lieutenant Sturt had to run for it to get up with his battalion. The writer handed the cap to Lieutenant Sturt.

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Captain Evans was a highly intelligent officer. He looked upon the experiment of an encampment at Chobham as a demonstration against Russia; as an intimation to that power of our being alive to the Czar's diplomacy in Turkey. 'Depend upon it," he said to the writer one day at Chobham, we are here for real work. As sure as you are alive, Russia will cross the Pruth, and we will have to visit the Principalities, or the emperor will walk on to Constantinople!"' Before the breaking up of the camp the Russians had crossed the Pruth. The departure of our troops for Turkey followed.

Captain Evans was with the glorious light division. He led a company of the 23rd Welsh Fusiliers up the heights of Alma to the Russian batteries. A storm of balls, grape, canister, shell, and bullets burst forth upon the leaders of the advance. Dozens of her Majesty's officers fell under the discharge, and among them was Captain Evans, who commanded the enemy at Chobham camp. The Queen has lost no braver officer than Captain Francis Edward Evans, of the 23rd. He was a soldier of great judgment; he was a gentleman of fine parts. He had the soul of a lion against the enemies to her Majesty's crown and dignity. Boldness for the foe, but for all others nothing harsher than kindliness and love. For his country he had a strong arm to strike; he struck for her at Alma. In his death the army has to deplore the loss of ten

men, and he who pays this humble tribute to his memory, one whom to know was to esteem.

LIEUTENANT-COLONEL SIR THOMAS TROUBRIDGE, BART., OF THE LIGHT DIVISION.

LIEUTENANT-COLONEL SIR THOMAS ST. VINCENT, H. COCHRANE TROUBRIDGE, BART., son of the celebrated Admiral Troubridge, was born in the year 1816. When in his eighteenth year, in 1834, he joined as ensign the 73rd regiment, and was promoted to a lieutenancy in the 7th Royal Fusiliers in 1836. He obtained a company in 1842, and was made major in 1850.

Sir Thomas Troubridge served through the campaign of 1854 in the Crimea. At the battle of the Alma he distinguished himself in Sir George Brown's Light Division, and was in front of his regiment while storming the heights, under the fiercest fire of the enemy. He came out of this engagement without injury of any kind, though his uniform bore ample testimony of the perils he had braved.

The British army records furnish no greater example of cool bravery than that exhibited by the gallant Sir Thomas Troubridge. In fact, it is the greatest instance in this war, where all were brave, of heroic fortitude and self-devotion, under sufferings the most appalling, and which must for ever associate the officer's name with the campaign in the Crimea.

At the battle of Inkermann he was field officer of the day for the 1st Brigade of the Light Division, and had charge of the outposts and five-gun battery. At the break of day on the morning of the 5th of November, 1854, while at his post, he discovered the enemy ascending the Second Division hill. He commanded at this point throughout the day with the greatest bravery. The fire of the Russians ploughed the ground around him for several hours. Many of his brother officers were shot down before the battle had half terminated. The five-gun battery had been telling fearfully on the Russian columns, and it accordingly attracted the increased attention of the enemy's artillery. Towards the close of the engagement, a thirty-nine pound shot from the Round Tower of Sebastopol, carried off Sir Thomas Troubridge's right leg and left foot. In this condition, with the blood flowing rapidly, Troubridge, who had fallen close to a gun, coolly requested the men under his command, who wished to carry him to the rear, to assist him in placing his mangled limbs in an elevated position on the guncarriage by the side of which he had fallen. His request having been complied with, the gallant fellow, lying on his back, watched with the greatest anxiety the progress of the cannonading, and each time the guns were loaded he gave the word "Fire,' as composedly as when, a few minutes before, he was untouched. Major Bunbury, of the 23rd Welsh Fusiliers, who succeeded to the active command of the battery, requested Sir Thomas to allow himself to

be removed, so that his desperate wounds might be attended to. "No," replied this heroic soldier, “I do not move until the battle's won!"

In about two hours after Sir Thomas Troubridge had been so dangerously wounded, the battle was won. It appears almost marvellous how he could have had strength to sustain himself under the tortures he must have been undergoing. Every one around the gallant officer feared he would bleed to death; but, cool as he was courageous, he had had his shattered limbs placed in the elevated position already described, and some handkerchiefs bound round them, with a view to preventing the result so generally apprehended.

This incident in the engagement of Inkermann has been duly noticed by Captain Lushington, commander of the Naval Brigade, in his letter to Admiral Dundas. The father of this officer was a brave sailor; the son is a soldier worthy of the sire.

That valour, almost incredible, yet so notoriously known to have been that of Sir Thomas Troubridge, in the battle of Inkermann, could have been passed over by the Commander-in-chief, reflects most strangely on his lordship's never-ending praises and recommendations of the achievements of his "personal staff." Lord Raglan says, very coolly :

"The officers of the Light Division, whose services have been brought to my notice by Lieutenant-General Sir George Brown, who was obliged, by a wound in his arm, to quit the field before the action terminated, and by Major-General Codrington, who succeeded him in the command, are Lieutenant-Colonel Yea, of the Royal Fusiliers; Major Sir Thomas Troubridge, of the same regiment, who was commanding in a battery, and though desperately wounded, behaved with the utmost gallantry and composure: Major Bunbury, of the 23rd, who replaced him in command."

And this the Commander-in-chief considers a due acknowledgment of bravery never surpassed, and not many times equalled, in ancient or modern warfare. Lord Raglan knew the whole circumstances, or how could he write?" And though desperately wounded, behaved with the utmost gallantry and composure?" Would the Commander-in-chief of the French forces have contented himself with such a notice?-had the self-devotion been that of one of ". 'my personal staff," would his lordship have halted at the word "composure?" He would have made a clean breast of it; we should have had a history in heroics!

For the battle of Inkermann Sir Thomas Troubridge received promotion to a lieutenant-colonelcy. He has left two legs in the battle field. He would have left his body there for England. The heroism of this man is the pride of the 7th Royal Fusiliers. They write about the deed to their friends at home. The private soldier writes: "Our brave Major Troubridge didn't care about the Russian balls, for after he lost his legs, he placed his stumps on the gun-carriage in the battery, and said, 'Fire away, lads!" and he bleeding, as we all thought, to death! He wouldn't hear of being removed until we beat the enemy: every one says he'll be made a

lord: in our regiment we think he ought to be made two lordsone for the right leg and one for the left. When Sir George Brown heard of the brave deed, he said:- Tom Troubridge is a glorious fellow!' We all hope he'll get as well as ever, only of course he wont have his legs. They may talk of the bravery of other commanders in the battle of Inkermann, but they can't take the shine out of the 7th Royal Fusiliers,-God bless Sir Thomas for it!"

The officers are as proud of the heroism of Sir Thomas Troubridge as the privates of his regiment can possibly be; they talk of "Tom Troubridge" as one who has entitled their corps to rank foremost in the history of the war; and when the individual bravery of the officers who took part in the bloody struggle on the 5th of November, 1854, is chatted over, they settle the question by saying :"Ah! but you havn't a Tom Troubridge-eh!"

Sir Thomas Troubridge is the author of two excellently written books on military matters: one is entitled "Battalion Drill Table," and the other "Minor Operations of War;" published in Parker's "Military Manuals." Sir Thomas having returned from the East, landed at Portsmouth, and when last heard of, was staying there at the Admiralty House. The record of honours awarded to the brave in this war, have been looked over very carefully, but Sir Thomas Troubridge's name is not set down as one who is to be "made two lords" of. Her Majesty need have no anxiety about the growls of the Quakers: her subjects honour the brave.

LIEUTENANT-COLONEL PAKENHAM, M.P.

THIS young officer, a Member of Parliament for the County of Antrim, fell at the battle of Inkermann. Lieutenant-Colonel Pakenham, at the time of his death, was aged 35. He was the eldest son of the late Lieutenant-General the Hon. Sir H. Pakenham, K.C.B., and Emily, fourth daughter of Thomas, 22nd Lord Le Despencer, and nephew of the late Earl of Longford. He entered the Grenadier Guards as Ensign (and second Lieutenant), on the 12th of January, 1838, by purchase, and on the 14th of July, 1843, he became Captain, by purchase, and was promoted to a LieutenantColonelcy on going to the East, in February, 1854. He was returned on the conservative interest for the County of Antrim, at the last general election. On being ordered to the East, he addressed his constituents, saying, "I am not likely to be long away, but if the war should be prolonged I shall resign my seat. If I am killed, the seat will be at your disposal without further trouble." Poor fellow; that was a soldier's letter. Member of a highly aristocratic family, like all the best blood of the land, he held his life but as in trust for the benefit of his country. He was related, by matrimonial alliances, to the present Duke of Wellington. Lieutenant-Colonel Pakenham was a dashing soldier, and in manner and deportment endeared himself to his regiment. From the commencement of hostilities in the Crimea he had taken a prominent part in the action. At the battle of the Alma he was one of the foremost, and his escape was