MISCELLANEOUS INTELLIGENCE.

Lyttelton Times, Volume VI, Issue 346, 23 February 1856, Page 4

MISCELLANEOUS INTELLIGENCE.

HOW TUB MONEY IS SPENT IN THE CIUMEA. I! ere is in some divisions a considerable aeciinmlauon of stoics in advance. Hum for a i»..mh, l(.ra K « f,,,. i| lVoe weeks, and several 'lays 5.., M ,;y ol meat, bin fuel is bn,u U ln „p c ''"'""'"'"'''P'inust ihriftless process, li is »i" <iniwi:,l ili.ii- to .c«: a R tvii,}r »f fine Spanish "'"1«- ana „,,,,u.s, , !}IC J, „r wl»i«.-li haswi „ .r,, o d '■'>»/:'« co.vivo IV,,n, Kazatcb or BalaAavn wui. a n»i,,.1, ; „r sio.il l,,m u l ls l !ls l u;(i lo , M-e o( tl.c-,1 -park s ; ui,l! ( ,, ,l, e end trailing cm ; 1 I , l | U.B ( , vi vers ur,),,^ ,!,,„? at 520..1, J U( l ; , ln , : i, v ,},.: loads 1 havoseea ,!,,v .Hh.llv <,urv less (ban l«)01b s . ; ■■' ;«t ilM^.,n,« ; .!,„, t| lt! Cllßll |dj Muli| , ■ llt: >'<•«•<.,.»..< tl.« anin.als dism-sM-d and inJi'ietlby tnis «-l llII;s> . mo(ie of carri H

the money i* (lying! If Mr. John could l)iit get yip on one of the lull-lops here, suul after gladdening his heart with the sight of his fine fleet flouting »raml!y <>» >1>« water outside the ' beleim'icif'il city','r-joioiiiir over his brsivc sous, wlx>se white tents s;ud the In-own steppe row'sil'ii'i- I'nw, iiud rubbing Ins hands with delict al lllC! >illlll(I(' r u( llis hatteries, just wipe his glasses, ..nd look at tlic less glorious and exciting portions of the scene, he would have some uneasy tingling- i» his breeches pocket, depend on it. 'Where are all these horses going to ?Oh ! they're Spanish horses. We carl "for the ariillcry, and there going to be sold as unfit iuv sevsice.' 'Why, Lord bless iiifl! its only a few months since 1 paid £'30,000 for" tliaL very lot, ;>nd they've done nothing f{ licar Init stand at their picket ropes ever since. CJ'hey cost me I'm sure, carriage and all, jCIOY) a-piece. What do you think I'll «r«t for them? ' Well, Sir, to tell you the truth, I don't think »s how they'll fetch 'move than £10 a head, if so much.' hi fact, for the old ueniieinaifs peace <-f mind, I would not advise him to he too iiiijui-iiive, and a visit to the camp, although he would see it in a v.'st flourishing and healthy aspect, might injure his nerves irremediably. ' Who are those fellows in that secluded valley, hunting among the vines for sour grapes, while their horses wander through the neglected gardens?" 'They belong to Division A, or B, or C. or D; see the letter branded on the horses' flanks. They are Turks, Ehunito--, Afghans, dwellers in Mesopotamia, Kurds, Parthiaus. Canaamies, Greeks, for whose services in the Land Transport C'>rpsyoti,.John ! pay daily the sum of three shillings per man, and they ought now to he carrying up provisions for your soldiers John ; but, being philosophers of the Epicurean school, they prefer the pursuit of the »rape and the insouciance of the siesta to trampling over dusty mails, or urging their mad career down stoney ravines on thy much hewhaeked quadrupeds !' ' And those miles of mules and carts winding all along the plain, emerging from ravines, descending hills, and that vusi army of drivers in quaint attire, the concentration of the floating vagabondage of the world, the flotsam and jetsam of the social life of every nation, civil and barbarous, on carth —to whom do they belong, and who

; pays them and for tlieni ?' 'You.' ' And thoseship« [ in Balaclavii ?' 'Yours again, sir; but don't i lie uneasy, things are really better there now— I occasionally the authorities root out a pi eat I <leniurra<jer, and send her nil Lopping after she I lias laid perdu some months doing nothing. I There was the Warmer Castle the other day, a 1 iilie Indiaman, sir, sent off at last —lay in I Balaclava since lust February, doing nothing— ] comfortable lodgings for a few of the authorities; : but we wont talk of these things any more, for really the arrangements are now much hetter.' ' Who are those officers in blue, with grey, yellow and red facings—men of rank apparently, with stars and crowns and lace uu their collars ?' ' They are of the Land 'transport Corps—cuptains and quauerniasters of brigade.' "Hallo! is there a theatrical company here? Wlio're the queer-looking chaps with the huntsmen in I Ucr FreischuCz caps and tunics, smoking short * pipes, and dri\ing their carts like so many Jehus?' 'Well, we have the Zouave Theatre and the Silors Theatre ; but these men belong lo Colonel M'Murdo, and certainly they have let their hats get cruelly out of shape; it was a neat thing, and looked well while the rosettes ; were clean, hut now ' 'And who are. j the gentlemen in grey, with black braid and i swords, and pouch-lulls and telescopes—some | new riflemen, eh—capital dress for sharpshooter* ?' ' Why, dear me, sir, dont you know those | are harmless civilians, who never want and I never wish lo shoot any one or to he shot at \ uther ? They are civil engineers and civilians <| h .longing to your recently formed Army Works {% Corps.' 'Hullo here's another—what's he! a I'elt helmet with a spike in it and brass binding *—a red frock with I.lack braid—a bin horse—a I cavalry man, eh ?" Well, he's our of the moimtfjed SialTCnps, and he gets as much as an Kn- | Sign in the line for being ready lo go anywhere I —when he's wanted.' Who's that drunken J fellow— an old soldier in the old uniform, with | medals on his breast?' 'Hush! he's the last \onelelt cf the Ambulance Corps. They cost a J 'hit of money, and did some good, hut di'Muido \w<Hi'l have them now unless he gets his own |\vay wiih tlicinI. — Times' Correspondent.