part of the
enemy; but the next started them from their hiding-places, and they
could be seen running in all directions.

Having thrown about a dozen, the rajah mounted the shawbroodge (king's
bastion) attended in state, to see the fun. We could recognise him by
his glittering chattah (state umbrella). In the bastion I suppose there
could not be less than twenty or thirty persons, nor could the distance
be less than a mile and a half. The captain of the artillery, determined
to regain his credit for his first bad shot, laid on a special one for
the bastion, and, wonderful to say, it lodged on its very top. In an
instant, even before the smoke cleared, the state chattah and every soul
disappeared, and the shouting in our batteries was terrific. Not a word
was returned from the fort; all seemed gloom and despair; and
self-preservation seemed to be thought of most by them, from the general
movement of the garrison. When the effect of the shell was seen, an
Irish sergeant of the artillery bellowed out, "By my conscience,
captain, but that was after picking some of their teeth for them, for I
saw one of the spalpeens scratching his head," The captain replied, "You
must have capital eyes, sergeant, to see a man scratch his head at this
distance."

"By the powers, your honour, I did see it, because I happened to be
looking at the very time, or I should not perhaps have seen him."

"Well, sergeant, I have no reason to doubt your word; will you try a
shell?"

"I should have no objection, but I have no chance of driving them away,
because they are all gone; but I should like to try one, and see if I
could hit something."

He fired, and immediately cried out, "By St. Patrick, but that's amongst
them, if they should happen to be there." This blunder caused a general
laugh at poor Paddy's expense, who seemed a little nettled, and
peevishly replied, "Fait! you may laugh, but that's more than those will
who were kilt by that shell just now."

We could distinctly hear the moanings of the wounded; and sad must have
been the fate of those poor fellows whose gaping wounds were left
bleeding, the shattered bones protruding through the lacerated flesh.
The very idea makes the sympathetic mind shudder; but the hearts of
these unfortunate creatures were as impenetrable as the stubborn rock on
which their fort was erected. Yet, this very fact serves but to increase
our sorrow for their benighted souls, influenced and guided by some
hyp