The town and fortress of Yenikale have already been described in reference to the second drawing of the series.
This view embraces nearly the whole of the ground crossed by our troops from the point at which they landed, marked by the position of the smaller steamers used for the purpose of transport over the heights covered with tumuli, through Kertch, round tha head of the bay, and into Yenikale, inside whose fortress the spectator is supposed to take his stand. Here a party of French soldiers are hard at work, repairing the crumbling walls, whose loosened stones, with weeds and grass growing out of their interstices, tell an unmistakeable tale of decay and neglect. Beyond the walls are two new lines of earthworks rapidly approaching completion; the outer one extending from the sea, through the middle of the camp, and surmounted on the top by a very strong redoubt; and the inner line at about half a mile distance from the other. The town of Yenikale is on the slope of ground to the right of the fortress, beyond which the masts of the Sphynx, the vessel left in charge of the place, are just distinguished. In tihe distance the Asiatic shore of the straits is discernible.
FUNERAL CORTEGE OF LORD RAGLAN LEAVING HEAD-QUARTERS.
The unsuccessful attack of the 18th June, the failure of which is now generally attributed to the disregard of Lord Raglan's wish that the bombardment should be renewed for a few hours on that morning prior to the assault, was observed to prey heavily on his spirits. While still suffering from the shock of this reverse, the English Commander-in-Chief sustained a loss which he felt most acutely in the death of the Adjutant-General, Estcourt, an oificer whose amiability of disposition and kindness of manner had rendered him universally popular, and for whom Lord Raglan entertained a warm feeling of personal attachment, coupled with a strong appreciation of his invaluable services on the Staff. General Estcourt was buried on the 24th, when Lord Raglan, who was suffering from diarrhoea, was too ill to quit his house. He was never to quit it again. No fears were entertained for his safety, however, at first; but on the 27th he became worse, and though he rallied slightly the following morning, he sank again towards the afternoon, and at half-past eight in the evening he expired peacefully and without pain, surrounded by the members of his Staff. The grief inspired by his loss was universal, deep, and sincere.
During a long and honourable life, of which considerably more than half a century was devoted to the unwearying and conscientious service of his country, and in which he displayed talents of the very highest order, his public conduct was such as to secure him the respect and confidence of men of all parties, while the winning grace of his manners and the native excellence of his heart endeared him to all who were brought within the range of their influence.
At the outset of his career he was associated as Military Secretary with the greatest captain of the age, and, while thus acquiring in the most practical of all schools the knowledge which would fit him for the duties of command, his great abilities obtained for him the respect, the affection, the approval, and even the deference, of his chief, who, little accustomed to rely on any other mind than his own, always received with marked attention any suggestion coming from Lord Fitzroy Somerset.
There was no action or service in which the Duke of Wellington was engaged in the Peninsula in which Lord Raglan did not bear a part, and at the siege of Badajos he was amongst the foremost in the breach at the capture of that fortress, and it was to him that the Governor of the place delivered up his sword. He was wounded at Busaco, and lost his right arm at Waterloo; but his active and energetic mind scorned the repose which he might have deemed fairly earned by years of brilliant and hazardous service. For forty years, under successive Commanders-in-Chief, he discharged with unremitting assiduity the arduous and delicate duties of Military Secretary at the Horse Guards, with such unswerving justice, and with such exquisite courtesy and kindness, that, as was truly remarked by the Duke of Cambridge, " there was not a single officer in the British Army who had occasion to address Lord Raglan, but felt that he Avas dealing with an intimate and personal friend," On the death of the Duke of Wellington it was justly and universally felt, that there was none on whom the mantle of that illustrious man could so fitly descend, as on the faithful comrade of his perils and successes, the trusted sharer of his councils, and the peculiar recipient of his