the sight of these long untasted luxuries, fell into the snare, and drank
so deeply that the lighting power of the force was for awhile very
seriously impaired.

On the 15th the stubborn fighting recommenced. From house to house our
troops fought their way; frequently, when the street was so swept by fire
that it was impossible to progress there, making their way by breaking
down the party walls, and so working from one house into another. During
this day guns and mortars were brought into the city from our batteries,
and placed so as to shell the palace and the great building called the
Selimgur.

The next morning the Sixty-first Regiment and the Fourth Punjaub Rifles
made a rush at the great magazine, and the rebels were so stricken by
their rapidity and dash that they threw down their portfires and fled,
without even once discharging the cannon, which, crammed to the muzzle
with grape, commanded every approach. Here one hundred and twenty-five
cannon and an enormous supply of ammunition fell into our hands, and a
great many of the guns were at once turned against their late owners.

So day by day the fight went on. At night the sky was red with the flames
of burning houses, by day a pall of smoke hung over the city. From either
side cannon and mortars played unceasingly, while the rattle of musketry,
the crash of falling houses, the shrieks of women, the screams of
children, and the shouting of men mingled in a chaos of sounds. To the
credit of the British soldier be it said, that infuriated as they were by
the thirst for vengeance, the thought of the murdered women, and the heat
of battle, not a single case occurred, so far as is known, of a woman
being ill-treated, insulted, or fired upon--although the women had been
present in the massacres, and had constantly accompanied and cheered on