The sun was just rising as the march began—it was a gallant sight—the band led the column, playing the regimental march—then came the Major in command,riding upon Pyramus, his stout charger—then marched the grenadiers, their Captain at their head; in the centre were the colours, borne by the senior and junior Ensigns—then George came marching at the head of his company. He looked up, and smiled at Amelia, and passed on; and even the sound of the music died away.