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Now comes in my chronology the period of the Crimean War in 1854; and I touch that great and tragic event in two or three curious ways, We knew home of the intrigues us, the promises made and broken, or withdrawn, the pastionate efforts for peace, the ceaseless bids for war, which, as before the Franco-German war went on in the Councils of Englandand Europe. But this much T remember. My father's sons and pupils were taught fencing and cavalry and infantry sword drill by a sergeant of the 8th Hussars, stationed at Dorchester at that time—a sad incentive according to modern theorists to the deadly spirit of militarism The sergeant was a fine soldier—and as I was awkward and lazy rather—he used often to select me specially to fence with him so that be might wake me up.
The colonel of the 8th was a great friend of my father's, a splendid officer and a God-fearing man, Well our friend the sergeant was invalided, and I fear died not long after from consumption, just too soon for regiment. to take part in the great deeds of his
The Hussars were ordered abroad in August 1854. Colonel Shewell embarked his regiment at Southampton for the Crimea: and in. " letter to my father some months later he described to him the voyage and its sequel.
At Southampton, the evening before ailing. he went into a book shop to bay a small pocket Bible; and taking t tw the door, as it was dusk, to try the print, he opened anywhere as he.thought, when to his surprise he found that he had turned straight to Dent. XX. 1, " When than geest forth to battle against thine enemies, and sees horses, and chariots, and a people more than' than, thou shalt not be afraid of them, for the Lord thy God la with thee."
They sailed, and on landing at Besika Bay amidst the frightful confusion which reigned so long there from the breakdown of the commis-saint department, Col. Shewell received the order to join Lord Raglan immediately. He marched at once, and came up as the host went forth to the fight and shouted for the battle. General Scarlett was there with his heavy Brigade of Cavalry, the thin red line which broke all the Russian assaults. And then Lord Lucan either misapprehending his chief's order, or his own command misinterpreted the gallant Captain Nolan to Lord
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