The Sun.
London, England, 1858-05-13 00:00:00

lating when they might be in, not expecting they
could reach us for several days longer,• when
suddenly, just at dark, we heard a very sharp fire -of
musketry quite close by, and then a tremendous cheer-
:g ; no rut niter, the sowid of bagpipes, then sol
Biers ui,aing up the read, our con pound and veiandab
filled with our daiscrers, and all of us sha'iing hands
‘rantiJally, and cx,Atang;ng f-r:ent "God b:ess jou's"
.ith the gallant men and officers of the 78th. Highlan-
ders. Sir James Outram and staff were the next to'
come in, and the state of joyful confusion and excite-,
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thirsty officers partook, without milk or Sugar,
and we had nothing to give them to eat._ :Every
one's tongue seemed going at once with so, much
to a,'IK nod to tell, and the faces of utter strangers
beamed upon each other like those of dearest friends
and brothers. In the crowd I suddenly found myself
caught 1),.1d of by both hands and warmly greeted by my
old friend Walter Birch. Two old Peshavrur friends also
turned up, C ptain C. and Mr. B. From the latter we
heard the terrible fate of poor Edward and Maggie B. at
Hiesar. They were both murdered iu May soon after the
disturbances first began at Delhi. Edward was shot on
the parade-ground, and Maggie cut to piece' in the
house. Willie B. has escaped to the hills from Bareilly
—he and a Mr. Hunter of his regiment (18th N. I.) The
Punjaub has remained quiet ; thanks, humanlyspsaking,
to the vigorous and stern policy of Sir John Lawrence."
Still the siege went on., and, among other escapes,
a bullet struck the leg of the chair the writer was
sitting on, and the following alarming visitor in-
truded one day :

"October SO.
"We bavibeen besieged four months to-day. This
morning an 18-pounder came through our udortunato
room again, which we flattered ourselves was so safe,
and which we had made so comfortable. It broke the
panel of the door, and knocked the whole barrio de down,
upsetting everything. My dressing-tabla was sent flying
througb•the door, and it the shot had come alittliearlier,
my heal would have gone with it. The box where Emily
usually sits to nurse baby was smashed flat; foriunately
she was spending the day with Mrs. Brydon,, or she
would probably have been in the room. There was a
sale to•day of Colonel Halford's property, and• James
baugtit some plated dishes a great bargain ; they will be
very useful to us if we ever set up house again in
India."

The little domestic records and anniversaries of
birth-days, wedding-days, and family meetings
come in mournfully, and so much that is grim and
ghostly. The writer is evidently of a warm heart
and allectienAte disposition as her care of the sick
and suffering about her, and her unwearied tend-
ing of the poor negleoted children, amply testify.
The record of what she had seen and done during
those weary months must indeed have been a trea-
sure to her disttnt friends. To all who were
sharers in those days of gloom and terror the litt!e
volume will bring moving recolections ; and to
those more happily circumstanced, who have neither
had to tremble for themselves or others iu that
epoch of suspense, it will afford some idea of the
prolonged anxiety, the patient endurance, the
Irtirbreadth 'scopes, and protracted sufferings of
their countrymen and countrywomen in Lucknow..