Thomas EVERETT, a native of Brook-street, South Weal??, sergeant in the 7th Fusiliers, and 22 years in the service, has just returned to his native village, Brentwood, with five wounds and the loss of an eye. His proudest boast is that he had the distinguished honour of shaking hands - a hearty English, too - with her Majesty at Portsmouth, who, in presenting him with a silk handkerchief, hemmed by herself, said, “I am proud of you, my brave sergeant”; that Miss. NIGHTINGALE also made him a similar present; that Miss. TAYLOR honored him by walking arm in arm with him aboard ship; and that Miss. STANLEY sent out his pay, &c. for him to Halifax.

He received a shot through the ear at the Alma, a bayonet wound through the arm in a sortie, a ball through the hip the same night, and had the sole of his shoe torn off by a cannon ball as he was lifting his leg in walking. He considered that he “bagged” about fifty Russians by his own hands!

He also states that he was compelled to feign dead sixteen hours as he lay on the field of battle surrounded by Russians, in order that he might be enabled to release two comrades who were taken into Sebastopol prisoners. He got into Sebastopol, shot the sentry who was guarding the house where they were confined, released them, and then brought them safely out.