Cathcart's HiU is familiar to all who have visited the British position before Sebastopol as a point from which an excellent view of the town was to be obtained; it is, and ever will be, memorable as the last earthly resting-place of some of the most conspicuous among that band of heroes who sacrificed themselves on the fatal field of Inkermann for their country's honour, and for the civilisation of the world. The heroic and chivalrous Cathcart, the brave and gentle Strangways, the gallant Goldie, lie here surrounded by the honoured ashes of their companions in arras, whose rank only was less illustrious, whose fate was all as glorious. A brief enumeration of their names and services will be all which our limits will admit of. Major Townsend was killed by a fragment of a shell at the moment when he was endeavouring to save the guns of his battery, already almost in the possession of the enemy, whose skirmishers had picked off, with a fire of deadly precision, the majority of the gunners at their post. His devotion cost him his life, but it effected its object; and, thanks to the intrepidity of Lieutenant Miller, the last of the compromised guns was safely withdrawn.
Colonel Seymour, of the Scots Fusilier Guards, the Adjutant-General of the Fourth Division, had been already wounded before Sir George
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Cathcart fell. He still rode on, and, dismounting -when his chief was seen to fall, was bayonetted in the act of giving him succour. Major Wynne and Lieutenant Barker, both of the 68th, were shot about the same time; and Lieutenant Dowhng of the 20th here also met his fate. LieutenantColonel Swyney fell at the head of the 63rd, as he was gallantly leading them in a charge, in which Lieutenant Curtois and Ensigns Tysden and Clutterbuck, of the same regiment, received their death-wounds. This last-named officer was carrying the Queen's colour, and the last words he was heard to utter, before he was struck down, were, " Come on, 63rd." Captains Stanley and Bland fell at the head of 170 men of the 57th, after performing prodigies of valour and feats of individual heroism, such as Homer loved to sing, and which animated the courage of their men to a pitch of desperation.
Captain Cartwright, of the 1st battalion of the Rifle Brigade, was pierced with balls as he stood encouraging the young soldiers of his company to stand firm under a murderous fire from the enemy.
Lieutenant Hurt of the 21st was the only officer of that regiment kiUed at the battle of Likermann. Lieutenants Tryon and Godfrey of the 1st battalion of the Rifles, Captain Lye of the 20th, and AssistantSurgeon Lloyd, whose graves are the only ones remaining to be noticed, did not fall at Inkermann, but they perished in services as arduous and as noblyrendered in the self-same cause. Lieutenant Tryon especially distinguished himself in the capture of some Russian rifle-pits, which annoyed and obstructed the progress of our working -parties before Sebastopol, a task which he discharged with such gallantry and discretion as to call for the marked approbation of Lord Raglan, and to elicit a tribute of the deepest sympathy in the fate of an officer of such high promise from General Canrobert.
Side by side in the unbroken slumber of death, as they were together in the furious melee and in the resistless charge, the fallen brave lie beneath the unpretending mounds, which tell a prouder story than the sculptured splendours of monumental marble. In their lives they were sublime, — in their deaths immortal; and if the end which sanctified their earthly struggle, and shed unfading glory around its close, could be achieved at no less costly sacrifice, its triumph may serve to assuage the bitterness of unavailing grief in the survivors. They also have to fight the good fight in the stern and protracted battle of life. There also wounds and reverses, and weariness of heart, tax the fortitude and sap the patience of the spiritual soldier; but in resignation and submission, in the belief that the grave is not life's goal, in the hope that soars above it to a world where partings are unknown, they may emulate the dauntless courage and the generous self-devotion of those whom they lament, and claim with them a purer, a holier, and a more lasting kindred, than the sweetest ties of earthly and perishable affection.
We have elsewhere attempted to describe the theatre of this magnificent charge, and it is merely necessary to add, in further explanation of this drawing, that the ridge of land intervening between the foreground and the range of hills in the distance separates the ground of the Heavy Cavalry Charge from that of the Light Cavalry. We shall now leave the reader in the hands of Mr. Simpson and of " Our own Correspondent:"