, and carried away by the tiger;
the son ran after them, and cut the tiger with his sword; he dropped the
father, seized the son, and carried him off. The father was brought to
_Chittrah_, and died the same day; the son was never heard of
afterwards. In this instance, I think, the tiger must have been
ravenously hungry, or he would not have roared when near his prey; it is
what they seldom or ever do, except in the very act of seizing....

Some idea may be formed how numerous the tigers must have been at one
period in Bengal, from the circumstance, that one gentleman is reported
to have killed upwards of three hundred and sixty.

~Death of Sir John Moore.~

From Mr. Southey's History of the Peninsular War, a work of sterling
merit.

Marshal Soult's intention was to force the right of the British, and
thus to interpose between Corunna and the army, and cut it off from the
place of embarkation. Failing in this attempt, he was now endeavouring
to outflank it. Half of the 4th regiment was therefore ordered to fall
back, forming an obtuse angle with the other half. This manoeuvre was
excellently performed, and they commenced a heavy flanking fire: Sir
John Moore called out to them, that this was exactly what he wanted to
be done, and rode on to the 50th, commanded by Majors Napier and
Stanhope. They got over an inclosure in their front, charged the enemy
most gallantly, and drove them out of the village of Elvina; but Major
Napier, advancing too far in the pursuit, received several wounds, and
was made prisoner, and Major Stanhope was killed.

The General now proceeded to the 42nd. "Highlanders," said he, "remember
Egypt!" They rushed on, and drove the French before them, till they were
stopped by a wall. Sir John accompanied them in this charge. He now sent
Captain Hardinge to order up a battalion of Guards to the left flank of
the 42nd. The officer commanding the light infantry conceived at this
that they were to be relieved by the Guards, because their ammunition
was nearly expended, and he began to fall back. The General, discovering
the mistake, said to them, "My brave 42nd, join your comrades:
ammunition is coming, and you have your bayonets!" Upon this, they
instantly moved forward. Captain Hardinge returned, and pointed out to
the General where the Guards were advancing. The enemy kept up a hot
fire, and their artillery played incessantly on the spot where they were
standing. A cannon-shot struck Sir Joh