MANIPUR AND THOBAL. 816 Heavy rifle firing went on till evening, many os the garrison being killed and wounded. Theguns were dragged down from the palace, and the Residency was bombarded at close range. One shellburst in the stable andkilled jsll the horses. Others exploded in the upper rooms, and it was only by great efforts that the place was kept from taking fire. At 7 o'clock Colonel Skene, after a consultation with his colleagues, decided to try what negotiation woulddo. Thebugles sounded the "Cease fire," she said:"One of the cellars was turned into a hospital. Ipray thatImay* never see such a sight again. There were crowds of wounded men, some dying. Poor Mr. Brackenbury was the first brought in, shot all over, both legs broken, both arms, bullets in him all over the place ; and yet, poor lad, he was alive, and perfectly conscious the wholetime, and in awful agony*. Idid what Icould to help, but it seemedalmost impossible to do anything."

Towards midnight the firingbegan again,and, and, after some delay, the Manipuris stopped firing; and Mr. Ouinton, his secretary,Mr. Cossins, the Resident, Mr. Grimwood, and Colonel Skene and Lieutenant Simpson, of the Goorkhas, came out to meet the Rajah and his chiefs. They had no sooner left their own lines when they weretreacherously attacked and seized before they could attempt either flight or resistance.

For a coupleofhours the garrison anxiously waited for the return of their friends. It was near 10 o'clock when the Manipuris told them theywereprisoners, and called on the garrison to surrender.

as the ammunition of the Goorkhas was now reduced to a few cartridges and the houses might be set on fire at any moment, about 2 a.m. in the night between the 24th and 25th it was resolved to abandon the buildings andretire towards the nearest post ir Assam. Todothis the evacuation ofthehouse would have to be carried out silently in the darkness, a way must befound through the enemy's lines, and the wounded must be carried by the weary soldiers. All this the little band accomplished. To quote Mrs.Grimwood's lettei again," The wounded weregot out as quickly MR. FRANK ST. CLAIR GRIMWOOD. (Photo: C. Vandyk,125, Gloucester Road,Queen's Gate.S.W.)

The situation was now all but desperate. Water was scanty, there was no reserve of provisions, ammunition was anything but abundant, the walls of the Residency were shattered in many places,and the out-buildings had beenrepeatedly on fire. But not a Goorkha talked of surrender. They stoodcalmly at their posts, ready to die with their white officers.

Mrs. Grimwood was in the building, and, heedless of imminent danger, through thelong day and night she tended the woundedin the improvised hospital, though she was herself wounded in the arm with a fragment of a shell. Even when she heard the awful news that her husband was in the hands of treacherous foes, she nerved herself to continue her work of mercy. Ina letter written soon after her escape, as possible. Three had died meanwhile. Poor Mr. Brackenbury was dying, but we had to move him, and the moving killed him. They brought him back and put him in the cellar again,but it made one's heart ache. Icovered him up, and then left him and joined the others outside. We then movedoff. Idodged two shells by running behind a tree. We went out at the back of the house, and had to cross,first a hedge of thorns,then a high mud wall, then a river, before we could reach the road. Ihad not even a hat, and had only very thin house shoes on. One of these dropped off in the river, w*here Ialso got wet up to my shoulders. We werefired at all the way. 1 lay down in a ditch about twenty times that night, while they were firing, to try and escape the