Northern Times.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1857-08-11 00:00:00

and to avoid a future outbreak, every sepoy in and about-
Calcutta has been disarmed ; most of them have since run
away. Well, this is not all. Same few nights ago a plan
of Calcutta was found,. marked into dirtric's, and parties
of Mussulmans attached to each, who were tote ready whey
called upon to rise and massacre every European. We arc
told that the ltajih of Noorsheialiad, ICO miles from this,
is now marching down with 30,000 men, to attack Calcutta.
This is not strictly true ; he meant to do sr, but the Bar-
rackpore plot being discovered has frightened him, mid he
:awaits another oppertanity.
You know, next Tuesday, June 23, is the centenary of
the battle of Plassy, when Clive defeated Slrejah
lab, the hero of the Black Rile atrocity. The natives
say,•before that dayiwe are all to be turned out of India
again ; and we quite expect they will do all they can to
maks their prophecy true. Wa are at any rate preparing
for them. _

The native press is treasonable to the very buttons, and
this seems to be a time when the native mind, filled with
fanaticism, is running to all sorts of wild extremes.
Noticing seems too desperate for them to attempt; no
crime too fiendish 'for them tto commie. Worked up by
their preachers, and drunk with intoxicating drugs, they
vow vengeance upoe the 'bated Yeringhees, and expect a
blessing from their prophet proportioned to the quantity of
lade' blood which they shed.
You will think I have' give you but a doleful view of
things, but beg you to read 'on and dispel your fears. As
our security we have. first and highest, the watchful provi-
dence of our Heavenly Father. As yet He has revealed to
us the eecret designs of our enemies, and preserved us fronx
their accomplishment, and, we trust the same merciful
Providence will continue to protect us:
But we are not idle. The troops on their way to China
have been intercepted, and, we hope, arc coming here. We
have all turned out as volunteers, and do duty as soldiers.
To-night I patrol the streets with loaded musket and
bayonet, and a revolver containing five bullets. I go out
at ten and return at twelve, whn lam relieved at five
a.m. .We go out to be drilled, and in. a few days will be-
able to settle our account with the &pops, should they
venture down here. We are all ia capital spirits, and nnly
anxious to meet the wretches, when a thousand honest men,
who never dreamed of becoming soldiers, are sworn to die
or avenge the death of our dear countrywomen. Verily,
the blood of our English veins boils with indignation, and
neither the numbers of our foes.ner the burning sun shalt
allay our passions, till we have scouted the mur.larous
wretches to help'. Heaven only knows whether the
brutes wilt attempt to carry oet their intention of efer-
minating us before Tuesday • this wo know—they will find
us armed to the teeth, and, what is more, baying British
hearts within us, which never yet knew what it was to
shrink from our ranks in time of danger.. One's better
nature as a Christian leads him to pray that we may be
spared the awful necessity of shedding blood, but it requires
something more than human charity to continue s'eadflet
in this prayer. Our passions are excited, and the most
amiable of us cry aloud to be led to the attack.