Military glory.
--Nineteen long letters from Lord Ellenborought.
He has made me
Governor of Scinde, with additional pay!
and has ordered the captured guns to be cast in a triumphal column, with our names.
I wish he would let me go back to my wife and girls, it would be more to me than pay glory and honors.
This is glory, is it?
Yes. Nine Princes have surrendered their swords to me on the field of battle, and their kingdoms have been conquered by me and attached to my own country.
Well, all the glory that can be desired is mine, and I care so little for it that the moment I can, all shall be resigned, to live quietly with my wife and girls; no honor or riches repays me for my absence from them.
Otherwise, this sort of life is no life for me; is agreeable to me only as it may enable me to do good to these poor people.--Oh!
if I can do anything to serve them where so much blood has been shed in accursed war, I shall be happy.
May I never see another shot fired!
Horrid, horrid war!
Yet how it wins upon and hardens when one's in command.
No young man can resist the temptations; I defy them; but thirty and sixty are different.--
Sir Chas. Napter.