A Clergyman on the Battlefield. —The following extract from a letter written by the Rev. G. Lawson, M.A., assistaut chaplain to the second division, is extremely touching, and must he highly consolatory to the relatives of the poor fellows mentioned therein :— ]SJ O v. 6.—What a Sunday ! I set out this morning from Balaklava hoping to attend Sunday service in the camp. My friends on hoard cautioned me about danger from the Russian fire across the road: on landing at Balakhiva [ was told that from an early hour there had been firing close to the town, and when I got close to the outlet of the town leading to the camp Colonel Deveney, the commandant, happening to be there replied to my enquiry, " Is the fosul open?" "I cannot answer for that; I.rather fear not." I rode on, however, and found that

there had been no attack in the neighbourhood of Balaklava, or near the road to.thecamp. Ihe firing which was so much fiercer than usual, and in the peculiar state of the atmosphere had sounded so near, was, in fact, on the front and right ofthe position before Sebastopol. Arrived at tho high table land, which commences about midway between Balaklava and our front, the continuous discharges of cannon and close incessant rattle of musketry, not more about the French.batteries to the left than where our Second Division occupy the right, told plainly that fearful work was going on. The weeping mists of that'morninsr drew a veil over the scene, but as I rode onwards toward the right it became revealed, first in the numbers of the French wounded (ma»y of tne P oor fes,ows walking calmly while slowly dragging their wounded limbs along, others borne on litters), whom I passed by during more than a mile of my ride. I had barely arrived at the rear of tbe English camp when fl found that the field hospitals of the Second Division had retired to thisspot from their former position, where the enemy's fire lad come most formidably. Groups every moment increased of wounded men and officers, spread upon the ground, their surgeons1 with gory hands anxiously performing their labours, many of the poor sufferers consoling themselves as they best could for the loss of the shattered parts which had just been amputated; some others clamouring to have a tortured limb cut off, but the great majority making little of their own wounds by comparison with tbe worst cases -they saw around them. . Many a one seemed lo have "an ear to hear," and joined fervently in prayer—some that, if spared, they might realise the blessing of "entering into life maimed." ]Several, while conscious that their wounds were mortal, exhibited the greatest patience under agony, (and expressed meek and humble, but cheerful arid hearty faith in their Lord and Saviour. Besides the mournful scene before my eyes, each moment brought to the ear some sad tidings of killed and wounded. Among the familiar names, what a shock to hear that Captain Allix, aide-de-camp to Sir De Lacy Evans, was killed—one who had shown such kind solicitude for my health, and whose greeting always awaited me whenever I rode to the camp.1 After two or three hours spent in that assemblage'of the wounded. Dr. Lighterwood (who so carefully attended me in all my illness in Bulgaria) urged me to leave the spot, and I thought' it time to visit some of the other sufferers who were in various parts of the camp. They were so distant aDd scattered I could not find them all. Among those- whom I did not see were Major Mauleverer (who had the command of the 3Qtb since the death of poor Colonel Hoey), but I learned that his wound (in the leg)',was not severe ; and Majors Champion and Hume, both severely, the former dangerously wounded. The former was in command of the 951h (the colonel having been wounded at the Alma. I had a great regard for both. I saw Colonel Warren ofthe 55th ; he bad received a wound in the second finger, which had been excised at the root. Colonel Haly, of the 47th, had several wounds, which he bore most cheerfully, none of them considered dangerous; but poor Colonel Carpenter, of the lst, was dreadfully wounded. He received me most warmly. He told me all that bad befallen him. He appeared quite aware of the dangerous position he was in and gave utterance to a long and fervid prayer, I could not restrain him from speaking. At last he seemed exhausted, and the surgeon, who just then came in evidently considered him dying. Next morning I was surprised to hear from the surgeon that he was better, but in the course of the day he died. My next visit was to Major Dalton,'of the 40th, who had succeeded to the command of the regiment. Major Powell was killed in tbe trenches a few days ago. Poor Major Dalton was pierced through the stomach. He was very weak, expressed anxiety about his "poor wife and children." He joined feivently in prayer, casting his care upon God, and declaring his trust in the Saviour. He was calm and resigned, but in extreme pain. He did not survive many hours. Thus Thave.enumerated the regiments of the whole division, all deprived of their commanding officers. I went next in quest of General Adams, and found him in great pain from a musket wound through the ankle. He bore the pain and expressed himself as a christian. In the same part of the camp I saw Captain Macdonald, extra aide-de-camp to General Pennefather, lyiijg under a painful but not dangerous wound; and met auother of General Penne-

father's staff, Capuih Harding, who had received a wound in the arm, but not sufficientto pi-eveni-him from riding.about, He confirmed the accounts I liad before received of.General Pennefather's safety. ■ A -servant of .Colonel Blair, of the Scotch Fusilier. Guards, coming in anxious search of their chaplain of the first Division (Mr. Haplin) who bad just gone away upon another melancholy visit, I feit called upon to go. I.found poor Colonel Blair in great pain, and breathing with difficulty, not expecting to survive the night. He was in deep concern for his soul, and timidly desirous .to lay hold ofthe hope for sinners. He joined earnestly in prayer. Oh ! how solemn to, witness the soul's anxiety in fast ebbing moments! and how anxious the ministerial task (in so sudden a call) to guard against a fake peace, and yet not withhold the free promise of perfect peace through Christ! It was now too late to return to Balaklava. I called on the senior chaplain, Mr. Wright, and by him and his friends in the Engineer camp,' was hospitably taken. care of in their tent.—Monday, 6th November. This whole day, from half-past 9 to half-past 3 o'clock, was occupied with funerals, in such widely separated places, and accompanied with so much delay that I had no time to- visit the hospitals. I performed the burial service over — 41st Regiment, four officers, a sergeant, and two men, all laid in one grave ; 55th, Captain .Butler, whose brother was killed at Silistria; 49th, Major Dalton and Mr. Armstrong, adjutant:- 30th, Mr. (Captain) Conolly. I had seen hiinand prayed with him on Sunday morning, after he received his wound. He warmly, yet humbly expressed his confidence in the Saviour. He was in excruciating pain, which he bore calmly, and he remarked how similar his fate was with that of his brother (shot on the 26th through the lung), except that his wound was throug the intestines, and more likely to be fatal. : His brother, of the 49th, was going on favourably, but I fear that tbe shock of his brother's death maybe against his recovery. They were both pious men, sons of the late Colonel Conolly, M.P. —Tuesday, Nov. 7:—Today I visited a ship full of wounded (the Talavera), including six officers. There was many a case of excessive suffering, and many, I trust, of repentance and faith. General Pennefather is among the many astonishing instances of merciful preservation from close danger. He andjhis Brigade-Major Thackwellf(bothfunhurt) had their horses shot-under'them. I saw the carcase of the General's horse, and beside it the unexploded shell which'had passed into the animal's head and out through his neck.