The Sun.
London, England, 1857-09-08 00:00:00

DELHI-(1857).
By W. CIIATtLES KENT, Author of " Alotheia."

Great God ! roll ont thy thunders—strow the lightnings of
thy wrath !
From thy red right hand of terror scatter death•dooms on

thy path ! -
At thrswift, avenging advent, smitinc, down to Delhi's dust
Yonder heathen horde of demons, black with crimes of blood
. .

and lust !
Arise, 0 God of Armies, Lord of Hosts, and Lord of War—
'Rise and hurl this darker Dagon from its hell-drawn idol-ear !
For above the, roar of carnage, boom of Gannon, crash of drums,
Sword-like thro' the deadly tumult, Hark ! one piercing echo

comes—
Comes iu accents, Ah so wofal, so thrilling—sad —forlorn,
Not Roland blew more plaintive tones thro' Roncevalle's wild

horn !
God ! it is the voice of woman raised in wailings of despair,
Of the Virgin and the Matron, of the gentle and the fair :
God ! it is the doleful anguish ringing shrill from maiden lips
When.the glory of her day-dawn darkens with a dire eclipse.
By the memory of our Mothers, by the pure love of our Wi yes—
Up ! Husbands, Fathers, Brothers : not a. thought now for

our lives.
Let us draw the brand of vengeance, let us march with

smothered breath,
March upon yon' hell of devils, though it be the march of death.
. ,
Away with dreams of Mercy—fling the scabbard far away
But One duty lies before us—'tis to rush upon the fray :
To vindicate the grandeur of a Holy Name reviled,
To wash with blo)d and purge with fire a sacred shrine
defiled—

That shrine the shrine of Chastity, that name the name of God
A holy name, a sacre,cl shrine, revered o'er Earth's green sod;
Hallowed in every region, by every race and age,
By thoughtless savages not less than by the brooding 3 age,
Yet There I desecrated, spat upon, p Alut2d, jeered,
abhorred
By the vilest Hindoo villain that e'er cringed before his Lord—
Down the pagan streets at noonday, trailed in the slough oi

crime,
Thro' unutterable horrors unimagined till the time

When that Bengal Saturbalia seernerl to ruO,l-t; evil dream
Or the Seer-like Tusean poet who had sailed the Awful Stream.
God ! can we muse one moment over agonies like these,
Nor swear with blanched and trembling lip, on lo Ay-bonded

knees,
Swear s knightly oath of honour, swear a manly plight of
truth, •
Not to yield to drivelling;dietatea of most despicable ruth.
Swear—Vengeance for the Sinless, by the cross at every hilt !
Swear=-Vzogeance .oa- the Guilty by the memory of their
guilt ! • ,•-• • ..

On,,then, on for dreadful Delhi—on to raze each grimly wall.;
On, to crush the tarnished temples where the bolts of Heaven
might fall,

God's fiery rain descending, ai on. Sadoia's anc.,ien
pride,
- • • • • - - - • •• • - -•- - -

One might aithost look to witness drawn fromlightnings thus
defied—

Thus defied by crimes unnumbered, crimes that cry to !leaven
for doom,

With the tongues of murdered victims shrieking ghostlike
thro' the gloom,

Shades of little prattling children, yearling babes and women
fair,
Tender forms of youth and beauty, reverent ago with silvered
hair:
All we hold most dear, most saintly, all we guard with love
complete
Haled like dogs thro' all that filth of vice, and spurned by
squalid feet !
0 Englishmen, 0 brothers—is the fate these deeds demand

One Tt Christian heart should shrink from, one beneath a
Christian hand ?

No—calm Justice breathes the Sentence and unsheathes the
gleaming Steel
Listen awfully to her mandato —feeling still as mon should
feel— _

Listen ! Act ! in stern obedience, knowing well her words of
woe

Driving like a Deathfull tempest-shower of poison on the foe—
Fall among the s eyed grave-mounds, in a tear-like, dewy flood
Wh :re sleep, huddled in the dust for aye, the daughters of
our blood ! •

Old England's outrageddang;hters, and that little infant ban('
Who never more may cull the flowersof the far off fatherland

Avenge them, 0 brave Soldiers, 0 gallant hearts and true
A vengethem outhe herd those lives with damning stains hu

b ue—
Those lives so innocent, so fa'r, so virginally white
Yet welling out in crimson streams that blacken where they
. .

'light !
Brandiug with infamy each brow in Noun, Sahib's train
With the fiend-brand of Gomorrah and tho infamy of Cain.
Sweep the dastarda from the daylight, tread them down into

th 3 mira,
Rid the globe of their aceu:sed throng by deaths more swift

than dire :
Draw a line about their city—let a desert tell its lot
Remember, we're the sons of sires Clive tutored at Arcot
We have learnt the grand old lesson how to conquer when we

may
Since the student-hero led the rout from tho mangoes o:

Plassey—
Thro' all those glotious memories of Asian Victories won
By the axe of the proconsul, 'neath th' gonfauon.

l YMA UKET THEATRE.

(From. the Tinges.)

Mrs. Catherine. Sinclair, a lady well known in the
United States, made her first appearance last night as
Beatrice, in' "Much Ado about Nothing." With a
commanding fignre and a handsome and expressive czinn-
tertoce, she has every personal advantage conducive to
success in high comedy, vq3ile her rummer bespeaks
-int,lligence- and refinement.

(From the Morning Herald.) •
A crowded audience assembled at this theatre last
night to witness the debut of sirs. Catherine Sinclair,
an American actress of great reputation, in the character
of Beatrice, in "Much Ado about Nothing." Al's.
Sinclair i 4 the daughter of the celebrated English tenor,
Sinclair, who many years ago was accounted all but the
rival of Brahatn, and was remarkabii fur the flexibility
of his voice and his beautiful falsetto.

Mrs. Sinclair selected for her first essay one of VII
most diffi?.ult and exacting characters in the whole
range of the Shaltesperiin drama, and, therefore, we
have no doubt was not seen or heard to the best ad•
vantage. Her talents, nevertheless, were made evidt nt
in the first scene. Her conception of the part of
Beatrice is distinguished by sound judgment and 'noel-
lent taste. Her animal spirits are very great, and she
never loses a chance of malting a point. In everything
she does she indicates tie careful, studious, and con-
scientious artist. The audience received her with un-
usual marks of distinction throughout the performance,
and recalled her at the end of the third act and tbe fall
of the curtain.

(From the Morning Chronicle.)
Aire. Catherine Sinclair has unqu4stionably addel to
the reputation she has already acquired by her per-
foirnance of Beatrice last night iu " Much 4.d0 About
N, thing." The points in this part are so string, and
the character throughout so vigorously and intz-Ligibly
.marked, that to prai6e the force and spiritof any .actress
who could venture to. undertake it is altogether super.
thous. What we can praise in Mrs. Sinclair's acting
in the part is its perfect delicacy in quality very essen-
tial to its proper perf:iinanca, and n.it always forth-
coming. Tne mingled shadows of grief, love, ani vi-
vacity in the scene with Benedick after the public in-
sult off,red t 3 her cousin were gracefully and ably ma-
naged, and the total a'aence of anything Ilke the
pearauce of study, in this piece a point of more than
usual difficulty, was in this instance thoroughly at-
tained.