The Sun.
London, England, 1858-01-16 00:00:00

53d, and 93d Regiments have crossed the bridge of
boats below our Fort. Heartily glad to'see tha
kilts, the plumes, and the tartan. May God de-
fend, direct, and bless my brave countrymen
Such a Sunday t Two shells have just whizzed
over our heads. "Fall in, 82d 1" is the cry. We
hope the advance with fixed bayonets is now to be
made, as the rebels are taking shelter under some
ruined houses. The hotel is in flames.
" 12 NOON.—Grape, round shot, and rifle bullets
rushing aver us in slight showers. A round shot
has crashed through the big tree beside us.
"1 P.M.—.This is exciting. Another large round
shot over our heads. They have not quite got our
range. Fortunately the parapet protects us in
some degree. Bang ! another over us ! Again—
again—again (a shell this time and burst). Our
guns on the parapet are answering them, so that
the earth trembles. A person has come into the
tent saying, " We have killed loads of the enemy."
The more the better, we all think. The artillery
is beautifully directed by Captain Dangerfield and
others on the parapets.
" 2.15 P.m.—The cannonade has paused for half
an hour. I hear Lucknow soldiers and their old
comrades exchanging greetings and congratulations
in their rough but hearty style, and counting over
the dead and the wounded of their acquaintance.
" 2.35 P.m.—Cannonade commenced again. The
Rifles have not ceased all day. Colonel Fyers and
his men have done good service. They went into
action on Friday as soon as they reached= Cawn-
pore although they had marched 48 miles almost
without halting, and some were lame, many foot-
sore, and all weary. Their arrival seemed to be
the means of saving the Fort, when our other troops
were in full retreat. Colonel Woodford, an ex-
cellent officer, with whom I came from Benares to
Allahabad, was killed in a hand-to-hand fight in the
field yesterday. The church, lam just informed,
was burnt last night by the enemy ; and the Assem-
bly-rooms and School have been burnt to-day.
There is a dense column of smoke ascending from
the town, about half-a-mile off.
" 4 P. m. —0 ne of the ladies from Lucknow has
come in, and M— and I have given up the tent
to her. She has a most touching story to tell, and
she tells it most effectively. She gave us in half an
hour what might be the substance of an interesting
volume. She and her husband have lost their all.
"5.30 P.M.—TheM. scene from the verandah of the
General Hospital is at' this moment one never to
be forgotten. A procession of human beings, cattle
and vehicles, six miles long, is coming up to the
bridge of boats below the Fort. It is just about
sunset. The variety of colour in the sky and on
the plain, the bright costumes and black faces of
the native servants, the crowd of camels and horses,
and the piles of furniture, and so forth, in the fore-
ground at my feet—all seen between two pillars of
this verandah, which is raised some 8 or 10 feet
from the ground—produce a very remarkable effect.
But the grow ns of the poor fellows on charpoys and
the floor, behind and around me, dissolve the fas-
cination of the scene.
"Sept again in my waggon."

The following are extracts from letters of the
widow of an officer killed at Lucknow :
"Lucknow, Oct. 4.

" My dearest ---,—l hope you may have heard
of the blow which has fallen upon us before my
letter reaches you, for I cannot soften the miserable
tidings. Your brother is gone, I trust and believe,
to a happier world, and in all human probability
his chield and I shall soon follow him. I cannot
attempt to tell you of our 3 months' siege and all
its horrors. My husband was, as always, the
foremost where anything difficult and dangerous
work was to be done, and when on Sir H. Law-
rence's death he was appointed Chief Commissioner
neither I nor others could persuade him to remem-
ber his own peril enough. He died nobly, leading
on the Europeans to repel a furious attack on an
outpost. Those who were near told me that the
bullet struck his temple, and that he fell back with-
out a groan. . . . After three months of siege relief
came to us, but the force sent was not strong enough
to take away the number of wounded of the women
and children that are here, and to-night they march
back to Cawnpore, leaving us with a slight aug-
mentation of our garrison, but with a fearfully
diminished stock of food, and with an enemy who
will be much emboldened by their retreat. Gen.
Outram hopes to return in six weeks with 10,000
men, but we have had too much experience of how
slowly relief can be afforded in this country to look
very hopefully on the prospect. . . . The defences
of the place are very weak now, and the enemy
outside are said to muster in greater number than
ever. We have beard too much of the tragedies at
Cawnpore and elsewhere not to dread the fate that
awaits us if they succeed in carrying the place, and
our other danger is want of food, which, should the
army be unable to return, we shall be in the utmost
distress for. Thank God, I can feel assured all is
well and wisely ordered, though very bitter has
been the trial.—Your affectionate sister,
" E. H. B."

" P.S. Oot. s.—The troops did not go last night,
for our men got possession of a good many houses
during the day ; and, I believe, the General is
going to wait a little longer and see if there is any
hope of our sufficiently commanding the road to
get in supplies, so our prospects are a shade
brighter. It may please God yet to save us, and
traly it will be a marvellous deliverance. That it
is all right and ordered for the best I know, and
that it will be so to the end."
" Dil Koost Park, outside Lucknow,
November 22.

" My dearest —, We are at length released
from our long siege. On the 19th all women and
children left the Residency, and the same night
reached this place, about four miles, and scarcely
two from my old house. I cannot attempt to de-
scribe all the horrors of that first march, under a
burning sun, on foot, and in many places exposed
to a heavy fire. My child and I have been brought
safely through it. We are encamped here until the
military pl,ors have been settled. Many think that
Lucknow must be abandoned for the present, and
that the whole force will soon join us here and
march back to Cawnpore : a few days must show.
I must hope that the papers will give you all pub-
lic intelligence and help you to understand toy
letters, for I have neither time nor heart to enter
ueon a detail of the last five dreadful months.
When we meet, if please God we ever do, I shall be
able to tell it all ; I cannot write it The
poor children have f een deprived ( f milk and every
proper food for -hem. The air we have been breath-
ing was tainted by the dead natives arid animals
uninteired close to our walls, and for certainly two
months of the siege the daily return of young child-
ren buried in the graveyards at Lucknow must hare
averaged seven a-night. It is a melancholy sight
that graveyard ; in one corner close together lie
poca. Sir Henry, my darling Sherbrooke, and our
chaplain (Polehampton), who died of cholera. If
any garrison remain, one of his friends has pro-
mised to get a stone put
.up for me to mark the
spot ; but if the place be abandoned its only mark
will be in my recollection ; and I even could go to
it only once, and that by night, the musketry fire
was so incessant there.
" Some time ago, when General Havelock's force
came in, I wrote you a letter, which I enclose in
this ; it never had the opportunity of going, but it
will give you some idea of what our state was at
that time, and of the little anticipation I then
had of ever leaving Lucknow. The resolution
which had then been taken of sending the force back
to Cawnpore was given up. Two or three days
after some wheat and some bullocks were brought
in by a sallying party, and, though not much, it
enabled us to hold out a good deal longer on half
rations than we otherwise could have done. When
Sir C. Campbell came with real relief we were taken
out with 24 hours' notice. . . . Surely, such
fearful events as have passed here in the last few
months have scarcely occurred before in the history
of the world. The accounts given of the Cawnpore
tragedy by officers now with this army are dreadful,
beyond anything one can imagine ; and the sight I
have witnessed in Lucknow can never be forgotten.
" Your affectionate sister, " E. H. B."
A private telegraphic notice states that the
writer of the above had arrived safe with her child
I at Allahabad.

The following is from another eye-witness :
"Cawnpore, Dec. 2.

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the
" Perhaps this letter will be more acceptable on
some accounts than its predecessors. My last was
Penned while great events were going on—this
while
stillgreater are on the horizon ; and the
interval has not been passed without a great sheet
i
history of this rebellion. Before my letter Ihad winged its flight beyond the office-box Wind-
ham had made himself beyond
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and
the canal on the Culpee-road, beyond
some six miles. On
the following day Windham withdrew his camp. in
the direction of the city of Cawnpore' with high
brick-kilns on either side, and the town close be-
hind. him.
"About 11 the enemy came on, and with a very
extended line quite outflanked us on both sides.
The fire was heavy, but not very accurate, as the
lois on our side was nothing ; but the day began
with disaster, and things never mended.
"The detachment Naval Brigade, in charge
r
of two 24-pounders, iron guns, abandoned thei
guns when the enemy wore 1,100 yards off,
and left them standing on the road for others
others to bring in. The enemy got rotted Wind-
' ham's right, and into caaitonments.
while the fight
was going on in front. Au alarm was spread
through all, and a retreat was• sounded: Herlter