Soyer's Culinary Campaign: Being Historical Reminiscences of the Late War.: With The Plain Art of Cookery for Military and Civil Institutions

of the final arrangements for our departure. I met the Rev. Mr. Wright, the clergyman, in front of the General’s house, and asked him where Omer Pacha’s tent was situated, being anxious to leave my card with his excellency before leaving. Mr. Wright kindly pointed out the spot. As I was entering the house, I met Lord Raglan coming out. “Oh, here you are, Monsieur Soyer! I heard you were gone, or going, with Miss Nightingale. When do you start?” “Early to-morrow, in Lord Ward’s yacht.” “So I hear. I am very glad of it. She will be much more comfortable.” “Doubtless, my lord.” “Let me see (looking at his watch); where are you going?” “Back to Balaklava direct, my lord, having only to make a call for a minute in the Turkish camp.” “If I thought I should not be too late, I would go with you, to say farewell to her.” “Pray don’t give yourself so much trouble. It is getting very late, and must be near your dinner-time. I will inform Miss Nightingale of your kind intentions--that will be quite sufficient.” “Wait a few minutes.”--“I will.” It was getting dusk, and having waited nearly twenty minutes, I made inquiries as to whether it was likely that Lord Raglan was going to Balaklava. “No,” was the answer from one of the Staff, “for he is very busily engaged.” I started for the Turkish camp. On my arrival there, I found that Omer Pacha was dining out; so I left my card and respectful compliments, and took the road through the artillery camp. This gave me an opportunity of visiting Colonel St. George, who resided near the small village of Carrara, about two miles from Balaklava. The kind reception I met with from the Colonel, whom I had not seen since I left Scutari, caused some little delay, and I did not get on board till nearly nine o’clock. To my surprise, I learned that Lord Raglan had just left the _London_, after paying a farewell visit to Miss Nightingale. This I could hardly believe to be true--the space