The Black-Sealed Letter / Or, The Misfortunes of a Canadian Cockney.

ferent places along the Province Line, south of the River St. Lawrence. Every precautionary preparation was being made by the Canadian government, and also by the inhabitants. Great excitement p

ently a lull in

0,000 men, as rumored, were marching towards Canada, in a direct line to Montreal. All the volunteers in the Province of Quebec were again called to arms, and every available company forwarded at once to the chief stations at St. Johns, Hemmingford, and Huntingdon. The 69th regiment of British regulars, then statione

Johns. Fred was delightfully excited by the occurrence, which afforded him

ing two or more, and wounding several. The astonished Verdants at once replied by a volley, but becoming disorderly bewildered by the incessant stream of smoke and bullets from among the rocks, they hastily retreated to an adjacent hill; and for several hours the opposing parties in ambush kept up a continuous but ineffectual fire at each other. At length a few detachments of Montreal volunteers and others arr

gdon, and intrenched themselves about three-quarters of a mile from the Border Line. There they remained until the morning of the 27th, when

ers" and the "Hemmingford Rangers," under their gallant commanders, Cols. McEachren and Rogers, and to whose valo

he Canadian party received even the slightest injury. The volunteer

coat, knapsack and rifle. So elated was he on the night of his return by his fortunate and glorious adventure, that he with several of his comrades got m

following song in honor of those Canadian Volunte

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s time attracting the attention of the Canadian government. A force, consisting of regulars and volunteers, had alread

list as a roving soldier, he immediately, after his return to Montreal, departed for Toronto, head-quarters for the Battalions designed for Red River. A few

and having emptied a tumbler full of hot brandy punch, he sat dow

, June 7

cyphers in the ranks of society. Last winter I joined a company of city volunteers; and was present at an engagement with the Fenians at a place known as Eccles Hill, on the 25th ultimo, of which affair you will have heard by the London papers. I went up boldly to the Front, and fought the Fenians like a tiger. I don't know how many I killed; but I feel certain that I must have annihilated quite a large number, as I fired away every cartridge I had. I brought back with me to Montreal a Fenian-coat, knapsack and rifle, &c. Since my return I have been lionized by my officers and comrades for my daring exploits. The sun of fortune has already begun to shine upon me; and I ha

love to the little 'chick.' He may live to be yet proud of his fat

rother, accept the expression

Charl

miles, to Fort Garry, at Red River. A prodigious undertaking, indeed, involving a vast amount of labor and privation; nevertheless the majority of the troops endured it tolerably well. During the first two or three weeks Fred Charlston stood the hardship

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