On the 1st of September, the mortar batteries being completed, General Peymaun, the governor, was again summoned, but without effect; therefore, about seven o'clock that evening, the mortars opened their tremendous fire upon the town, and with the assistance of the rockets, it was very soon set on fire. Nothing could exceed the awfulness of the scene; the hollow roar of the mortars, and the dreadful rush of the rockets - the shells of both sides passing each other in their revolving courses, dealing death and destruction everywhere they fell. The bombardment continued until eight o'clock next morning, the 2nd, and at seven that evening the batteries again opened, dealing dreadful devestation on this unfortunate city, and did not cease until about eight o'clock next morning.
September the 3rd, in the evening,
the batteries renewed their fire; again the town was in a blaze;
the flames spread far and wide, and communicated to that beautiful
building the Frei-kerke; in a short time its mangnificent and
lofty spire was enveloped in a sheet of fire, and in the space
of an hour, fell in with a tremendous crash, which was heard for
miles around; the light that issued from the ruins completely
illuminated the surrounding country. The siege continued until
the morning of the 7th, when orders were given for the formation
of a flank battalion for the assault, composed of the grenadiers
of the 28th regiment, with those of the 7th, 23d, and 79th, under
the command of Major Browne. Their services, however, were
not required. The town capitulated that forenoon at eleven o'clock,
and the flank battalion immediately proceeded to take possession
of the citadel and dockyard. In the course of a few days, when
the necessary arrangements were made, and things became a little
quiet, officers with passes, were allowed to go into Copenhagen.
Although our dangerous duties were now over, those of the working parties in the dockyard were far from easy, which service continued until the middle of October, when, by the extraordinary exertions of the navy, with the assistance of the army, the Danish fleet was made ready for sea. It would be but justice to mention, that the young men of the Danish Naval Academy vied with the students in the defence of their country; they assisted in manning the gun-boats and praams, and behaved throughout in the most gallant manner. They used to annoy the batteries on the right of the British line, by throwing sixty-eight pounds shot from their floating hulks.
On the 15th of October, we prepared to leave the beautiful island of Zealand, resembling the finest part of England. On the 16th the regiment embarked in the Hercule, seventy-four, the Waldamaar, eighty-four, (prize), and Odin, seventy-four, (Prize), and on the morning of the 20th, the whole of the British fleet, each ship with one or two prizes, got under weigh from the roads of Copenhagen. What a sight it must have been for the unfortunate Danes, to witness the whole of their magnificent fleet borne away triumphantly. One, however, of the finest of our Danish prizes, the Neptune, getting aground, was obliged to be abandoned and destroyed, to prevent her falling into the hands of her late unfortunate masters. The transports that brought the troops over, were freighted back with the stores of their extensive arsenal. In the afternoon the whole fleet passed the Sound, with a leading wind, each ship with her prizes in wake. The Danish flag was flying in the Castle of Cronburgh, and the batteries were all manned; but not a shot was fired. The fleet kept close to the Swedish shore, and what added more to the extraordinary sight, was the presence of the King of Sweden, who, having come down to Helsingborg to see the fleet pass, received a royal salute from every ship of the British fleet. After a most boisterous passage, we arrived at Portsmouth, and landed on the 21st of November, and in a few days proceeded to our old quarters at Colchester. In this expedition we did not lose any men in our regiment, and had only a few wounded.