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was killed in the attack on the Malakoff , and the other is slightly wounded . Poor H . was moved to the Balaklava hospital this morning , and bore it wonderfully . Sir Arthur has been to see him . Several officers , naval and military , joined us at dinner . Miss P . is quite upset ; both she and the fair widow most anxious to quit the neighbourhood of the seat of war .
But as no one was permitted , or , indeed , wished to venture into Sebastopol to-day , Sir Arthur has postponed our departure . I am getting fidgety about my return , as I must be in London early in October , and my yachting friends talk of a visit to Sicily on their way back .
11 th . — Tremendous gale blowing from the southward and eastward , with fierce torrents of rain , such as I never saw before ; it falls in sheets rather than show ers , and with the sound of a cataract . We were all roused from our slumbers by the violence of the storm towards daybreak this morning , while the short startling peals of
thunder are like salvoes of artillery . There is something peculiarly impressive in this renewal in the air of the storm that had ceased upon earth . No Sebastopol to-day for any one . Towards noon went ashore to inquire for H . ; he is doing well , and will be removed to Scutari as soon as possible . 12 th . —At last we have had a peep at Sebastopol , though but a hurried one . The colonel was much better this morning , and terribly mortified that he cannot see the town .
It was in the afternoon when we reached Sebastopol , the roads having been reduced to watercourses by last night ' s terrible wet . We entered it by a ravine opposite the English camp , and leaving to our right the docks , barracks , and arsenals , penetrated into Sebastopol proper . Sir Arthur , and some gentlemen whose acquaintance he made here , entered by the Malakoff , and picked their way amid
heaps of Prench and Russian dead ; but I preferred keeping clear of such things , and therefore avoided the scene of the struggle and the hospitals- The description of these latter I received from a medical man is something so appalling in its grotesque horrors , in the agonies of suffering which it displays , that to hear it was enough to bear .
Sebastopol seems to have been rich in public edifices of no mean architectural beauty—now blackened , split , and torn ; but even in the best quarters wretched huts appear to have mingled with handsome houses . I noticed a theatre , a library , and what seemed to be catacombs , near a fine fort , —St . Catherine ' s , I think .
The upper part of the city has a splendid promenade , planted with trees , and forming a delightful lounge , I should imagine , for the inhabitants : this is approached by a double flight of stone steps , on a gigantic scale . In the centre of this terrace , on a pedestal , is a vessel of bronze ,
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was killed in the attack on the Malakoff , and the other is slightly wounded . Poor H . was moved to the Balaklava hospital this morning , and bore it wonderfully . Sir Arthur has been to see him . Several officers , naval and military , joined us at dinner . Miss P . is quite upset ; both she and the fair widow most anxious to quit the neighbourhood of the seat of war .
But as no one was permitted , or , indeed , wished to venture into Sebastopol to-day , Sir Arthur has postponed our departure . I am getting fidgety about my return , as I must be in London early in October , and my yachting friends talk of a visit to Sicily on their way back .
11 th . — Tremendous gale blowing from the southward and eastward , with fierce torrents of rain , such as I never saw before ; it falls in sheets rather than show ers , and with the sound of a cataract . We were all roused from our slumbers by the violence of the storm towards daybreak this morning , while the short startling peals of
thunder are like salvoes of artillery . There is something peculiarly impressive in this renewal in the air of the storm that had ceased upon earth . No Sebastopol to-day for any one . Towards noon went ashore to inquire for H . ; he is doing well , and will be removed to Scutari as soon as possible . 12 th . —At last we have had a peep at Sebastopol , though but a hurried one . The colonel was much better this morning , and terribly mortified that he cannot see the town .
It was in the afternoon when we reached Sebastopol , the roads having been reduced to watercourses by last night ' s terrible wet . We entered it by a ravine opposite the English camp , and leaving to our right the docks , barracks , and arsenals , penetrated into Sebastopol proper . Sir Arthur , and some gentlemen whose acquaintance he made here , entered by the Malakoff , and picked their way amid
heaps of Prench and Russian dead ; but I preferred keeping clear of such things , and therefore avoided the scene of the struggle and the hospitals- The description of these latter I received from a medical man is something so appalling in its grotesque horrors , in the agonies of suffering which it displays , that to hear it was enough to bear .
Sebastopol seems to have been rich in public edifices of no mean architectural beauty—now blackened , split , and torn ; but even in the best quarters wretched huts appear to have mingled with handsome houses . I noticed a theatre , a library , and what seemed to be catacombs , near a fine fort , —St . Catherine ' s , I think .
The upper part of the city has a splendid promenade , planted with trees , and forming a delightful lounge , I should imagine , for the inhabitants : this is approached by a double flight of stone steps , on a gigantic scale . In the centre of this terrace , on a pedestal , is a vessel of bronze ,