was employed in enthusiastic rejoicing.  The tri-coloured cockades had all disappeared, and the British colours were hoisted from every window.  The great bell of St. Gudule tolled, to announce the event to the surrounding neighbourhood; and some of the English, who had only hidden themselves, ventured to re-appear.  The only alloy to the universal rapture which prevailed, was the number of the wounded; the houses were insufficient to contain half; and the churches and public buildings were littered down with straw for their reception.  The body of the Duke of Brunswick, who fell at Quatre Bras, was brought in on Saturday, and taken to the quarters he had occupied near the Chateau de Lacken.  I was powerfully affected when I saw the corpse of one, whom I had so lately marked as blooming with youth and health; but my eyes soon became accustomed to horrors.  On Monday morning, June 19th, I hastened to the field of battle:  I was compelled to go through the forest de Soignes, for the road was so completely choked up as to be impassable.—­The dead required no help; but thousands of wounded, who could not help themselves, were in want of every thing; their features, swollen by the sun and rain, looked livid and bloated.  One poor fellow had a ghastly wound across his lower lip, which gaped wide, and showed his teeth and gums, as though a second and unnatural mouth had opened below his first.  Another, quite blind from a gash across his eyes, sat upright, gasping for breath, and murmuring, “De l’eau! de l’eau!” The anxiety for water, was indeed most distressing.  The German “Vaser! vaser!” and the French “De l’eau! de l’eau!” still seem sounding in my ears.  I am convinced that hundreds must have perished from thirst alone, and they had no hope of assistance, for even humane persons were afraid of approaching the scene of blood, lest they should be taken in requisition to bury the dead; almost every person who came near, being pressed into that most disgusting and painful service.  This general burying was truly horrible:  large square holes were dug about six feet deep, and thirty or forty fine young fellows stripped to their skins were thrown into each, pell mell, and then covered over in so slovenly a manner, that sometimes a hand or foot peeped through the earth.  One of these holes was preparing as I passed, and the followers of the army were stripping the bodies before throwing them into it, whilst some Russian Jews were assisting in the spoilation of the dead, by chiseling out their teeth! an operation which they performed with the most brutal indifference.  The clinking hammers of these wretches jarred horribly upon my ears, and mingled strangely with the occasional report of pistols, which seemed echoing each other at stated intervals, from different corners of the field.  I could not divine the meaning of these shots, till I was informed, that they proceeded from the Belgians, who were killing the wounded horses.  Hundreds of these fine creatures