'me being very near, that I felt as if the side

' of my head was carried off. I concluded I

was killed, and felt neither power nor incli

nation to stir. But I heard a soldier say, Here is the General, we will carry him with I was raised up, and when on my legs, finding I could stand, I made great exertions, and got off.

us.

Whilst my wounds were dressing in the 'rear, I had the satisfaction to learn that the ' reinforcement, sent in consequence of my

message to Sir Ralph, had succeeded in completely beating the enemy. I had ten miles 'to ride back to my quarters; of course I was a good deal exhausted before I could 'get to bed, yet I passed a very good night, ' and am quite free from fever. Mr. Knight 'came this morning from the Duke of

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York, and dressed my wounds: neither the jaw, nor any other bone is broken; the 'wound in my thigh is trifling; I have no 'pain, and am as easy as it is possible to be ' under such circumstances.

'My friend Anderson is with me, to whom

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'I am dictating this letter: equally exposed as I was, during the whole of yesterday, he has had the good fortune to escape; he, as usual, pays me the most friendly attention. 'I want for nothing, and my only wish is ' that you and my Mother would not be uneasy, or torment yourselves about me. You 'shall hear when opportunities offer. Love 'to my Mother and all at home. With my ' own hand, and from my bed I subscribe 'myself your affectionate Son,

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JOHN MOore.

'Remember me to General Stuart; Ander

'son joins me in every thing kind to my

Huntley was shot through the shoulder, but

' not dangerously; he is doing well.

You may rest assured that you shall hear every opportunity how the General is; and I have the satisfaction to tell you that he 'is perfectly free from pain, and going on very well. Yours, &c. &c.,

PAUL ANDERSON,'

To Dr. Moore, from Sir Robert Brownrigg, Secretary to H. R. H. the Duke of York, and Adjutant-General :—

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'Head-Quarters, Zuper Sluys, Holland, 'Oct. 4, 1799.

My dear Sir, I cannot suffer the accompanying letter from my dear friend, your 'Son, to go to you without assuring you that 'the wounds he has received are attended 'with no danger. Mr. Knight, the Duke's surgeon, attends him, and gives hopes of his speedy recovery. The wound in his thigh ' he received early in the action, but it did 'not prevent him from continuing his exertions for two hours afterwards, when wound in his face obliged him to leave the field; it is through the cheek, and I under'stand has not wounded the bone.

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His

conduct in the serious action of the 2nd, 'which perhaps may be ranked among "the most obstinately contested battles that have been fought this war, has raised him,

' if possible, higher than he before stood in

'admires and loves him; and you may 'boast of having as your son the most amiable man, and the best General, in the British service: this is this is a universal opinion, and does not proceed from my 'partiality alone.

'God bless you, my dear Sir; I hope, in a 'few days, to have it in my power to tell

you that considerable progress is made in 'Moore's cure; and believe me, with great

Dr. Moore to Mrs. Moore, Marsh-Gate, Richmond:

'My dear Jane,—Our dear Jack is alive, and in a fair way of recovery. Colonel 'Brownrigg was so good as to write to me, ' and sent orders to his servant at the office 'to bring me his letter, with one from Cap'tain Anderson, which is signed by Jack ' himself. The brigade he commanded formed

'the advanced guard of the column com'manded by Sir Ralph Abercrombie.

[Here follow the words of Colonel Brownrigg's letter.]

Captain Anderson says that, after five 'hours of constant action my son's brigade, ' when many had been killed and wounded,

and the remainder greatly exhausted, were

attacked by a fresh corps of the enemy. 'He sent Anderson to General Abercrombie, ' desiring succours; when they were nearly 'surrounded he received the wound in his cheek, and would have been taken prisoner had not the succours arrived, and repulsed

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the enemy. Anderson assures me, that 'neither the jaw, nor any other bone is

broken. The Duke of York sent his sur'geon to dress his wounds, and Jack himself begs we may keep ourselves easy; he passed 'a good night, and is free from fever: so, upon the whole, my dear, we have reason to 'be thankful, and to bless the Almighty.

'Jack had a horse shot under him. How many merciful escapes has he had! Lord Huntley was shot through the shoulder, but