arrayed in a splendid scarlet dress,
surrounded by no less than seven chiefs who had fallen with him.
Further to the right, where the firing had been at long ranges, there
were fewer dead, but numbers were stretched wounded on the ground. The
points towards which the rockets had been chiefly directed could be
discovered by the charred masses, showing the awful death the missiles
carried wherever they sped their devastating course.

The British army, having taken up their position, were again advancing
to attack the enemy, when, in the far distance, a white flag was made
out, borne aloft in the midst of a small party of horsemen, who came
winding down the mountain path to meet them.

As they approached nearer, the uniform of a British officer was seen
among them. Amid joyful cheers Lieutenant Prideaux and the missionary,
Mr Flad, rode through the outposts towards Sir Robert Napier's tent.
They came with a verbal message only from the king. He acknowledged
that heretofore he had considered himself the most important personage
in the world, but having now discovered that there were others more
powerful, he consequently desired to be reconciled to his sister
sovereign, the Queen of England.

Sir Robert replied that he must come and put himself into the power of
her general, and that no other terms could be accepted. The British
lieutenant and the missionary, with the courage of heroes, returned with
this answer in writing, knowing perfectly well that the tyrant in his
rage might put them to death.

Some time elapsed, when they returned with a written answer from
Theodore, in which he declared it had been his intention to conquer the
whole world, and that, among other things, he hoped to lead an army
against Jerusalem and expel the Turks from it; consequently he was not
inclined to yield to the British arms.

To this absurd missive Sir Robert sent back the answer he had returned
in the morning by Lieutenant Prideaux and Mr Flad, who owned that their
apprehensions of being put to death were very naturally increased.
Intense was their joy and that of many others who had accompanied them
on part of their journey to see a large band of persons approaching the
camp, who turned out to be the envoy Mr Rassam, Consul Cameron, Doctor
Blanc, and several others.

"The king," they said, "convinced that he was defeated, had put a pistol
to his head and attempted to destroy himself. On it being wrested from
him, he had at onc