Next to his repose the remains of a lamented officer. The stone records his name, " Sacred to the memory of Brigadier-General Thomas Leigh Goldie, commanding the first Brigade of the 4th Division of the British army, Lieutenant-Colonel of the 57th Eegiment, who fell at Inkermann, November 5, 1854." No. 4 is a rude cros.s of stone, without mark or name. The 5th grave is distinguished by a stone cross at the feet, and at the head is a slab with an ornamented top, beneath which is written, " Sacred to the memory of Brigadier-General Fox Strangways, killed in action November 5, 1854." A few lines in Russian ask the Christian forbearance of our enemies upon our departure for the bones of one whom they would have admired and loved had they known him.
No. 6 is conspicuous by a large tombstone, with an ornamental cross at the top, and some simple efforts of the chisel at the sides and base. Come and read! " Here lieth the mo'"' u remains of Captain Edward Stanley, 57th Eegiment, killed at the battle of Inkermann, November 5, 1854, to whose memory this stone is erected by the men of his company — ' Cast down but not destroyed,' 2 Corinthians, iv. 9." Who does not look with respect on the tombs of these poor soldiers, and who does not feel envy for the lot of men so honom-ed? There are fourteen other graves in the same row, of which only one is identified. Sir George Cathcart's resting-place is marked by a very fine monument, for which his widow has expressed her thanks to those who raised it to the memory of their beloved commander.
There is an inscription upon it commemorating the General's services, and the fact that he served with the Russian armies in one of their most memorable campaigns — the date of his untimely and glorious death, and an inscription in the Russian language stating who and what he was who reposes beneath. In the second row to the east there are two graves, without any inscription on the stones, the third is marked by a very handsome circular pillar of hewn stone, surmounted by a cross, and placed upon two horizontal slabs. On the pillar below the cross in front is this inscription — " To Lieutenant-Colonel C. F. Seymour, Scots Fusilier Guards, killed in action, November 5, 1854;" beneath these words are a cross sculptured in the stone and the letters "I.
H. S.;" and a Russian inscription on the back, requesting that the tomb may be saved fi-om desecration. At the foot of the tomb there is an elaborately carved stone lozenge surmounting a slab, and on the lozenge is engraved the crest of the deceased, with some heraldic bird springing from, the base of a coronet, with the legend " Foy pour devoir, C.F.S. Mt. 30." How many an absent friend would have mourned p2 around this tomb! Close at hand is a handsome monument to Sir John Campbell, than Avhom no soldier was ever more regretted or more beloved by those serving under him; and not far apart in another row is a magnificent sarcophagus in black Devonshire marble, to the memory of Sir R.
Kewman, of the Grenadier Guards, who also fell at Inker mann. With all these memorials of death behind us, the front wall at Cathcart'shill has ever been a favourite spot for gossips and spectators, and saj'ers of jokes, and raconteurs of botis mots, or such, jettx d'esprit as find favour in military circles. It has now lost the attraction of position and retains only its graver, more melancholy, and more natural interest. I regret to add, that every day adds t^"" the list of those who have died of their wounds. Lieutenant-Colonel Gough, of the 33rd, a gallant soldier, who was wounded at the Alma through the chest, and who came out here in bad health, expired of the severe wounds he received on the 8th; and Lieutenant Kerr, of the 30th, has also succumbed.
The funeral processions, the strains of the Dead March, remind us that war has not ceased, and that it is not long since we were engaged in a terrible struggle with an unflinching and desperate enemy. Many of the wounded are, I grieve to say, in a very precarious state, but as there are most extraordinary cases, where the surgeons utterly despaired, stiU going on favourably, let no one banish hope who has a friend or relative to care for. Sometimes, but rarely, a slight wound tm'us out fatal, and the most dangerous wounds heal; and even the most extensive injuries are not always deadly. It is certain that LieutenantGeneral Markham is going home; his health is much impaired, and he feels no longer equal to the duties of a divisional general.