Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1858-01-30

myself useful, 10 company with Jessie Brown,
;he wife of q corporal in my husbands regiment.
Poor Jessie bad been in n state of restless excite
ment through the whole siege, and had fallen
away visibly within tho last few days. a CON
slant fever consumed her, and her mind wander
ed occasionally, especially ON that day, when
the recolleciions of home seemed powerfully pre-
sent to her.
AT last overcome with fatigue she lay down on
the ground, wrapped up in her plaid. l sat
beside her, promising to awaken her when as she
said. 'her father should return from the plough.
ing" She fell at length into a profound slumber,
motionless. and, apparently, breathless, her head
rested in my lap. ] myself could no longer re-
slst the inclination 10 sleep, in spite Of the con.
tinual roar of the cannon. Suddenly | was aruus.
ed by a wild, unearthly scream close to my ear f;
my companion stood upright beside me, her arm
raised, and her head bent forwark in the attitude
of listening. A look of intense delight broke
over her countenance, as she drew me toward her
and exclaimed
"Dinna ye hear III dinna ye hear it2 l am no
dreamin,' it's the slogan O. the Highlanders ?
We're saved we're savedP
Then flinging herself upon her knees, she
thanked God with passionate fervor. / felt utter
ly bewildered my Englisl, ears heard only the
; roar Of the artillery and i thought my poor Jessie
was still raying, but she darted to the batteries,
and | heard her cry necessarily to the men:
Courage! courage! bark to tho slogan
to the Macgregor, the grandest of them a.. Hers
help at last"
To describe the effect of these words upon
the soldiers would be impossible. For q mo
ment they ceased firing, and every soul listened
with intense anxiety. Gradually, however, there
arose a murmer of bitter disappointment, and the
wailing Of the women who had 1ocked to the spot
burst out anew as the Colonel shook his head
Our dull Lowland ears heard nothing but the rat
tie of the musketry.
. A few moments more of this death like sus
, pense-of this agonizing bore-and Jessie, who
had again sunk on the ground, .prang to her feet
Q and cried in q voice so clear and piercing, that i
J was heard along the whole line -
"Will ye no believe it moo? The slogan has
e ceased indeed, but the Campbells are comm Dye
o hear 7"
3 AT that moment we seemed indeed to hear thu
voice of God in the distance, when the pibroch,
of the Highlanders brought us tidings of deliver
ance, for now there was no longer doubt Of thu
< fact.
That shrill, penetrating. ceaseless sound, which
r rose above all other sounds, could come neither
g from the advance of tho enemy, nor from the
work of the sappers. No, it was indeed the bias
of the Scottish bagpipes, now shrill and harsh, al
threatning vengeance on the foe. then in sof
tones, seeming to PROMISE succor to their friends
in need, Never surely was there such a scene
/, as that which followed. Not a heart in the resi-
dency of Lucknow but bowed itself before God
I ALI, by one simultaneous impulse, fell upon theii
r knees, and nothing was heard but bursting sob'
:. and the murmured voice of prayer.-Then al
8 arose, and there rang out from a thousand lips
9 great shout of joy which resounded far and wide
T and lent new vigor to that blessed pibroch. IL
our cheer of "God save the Queen" they replied
I by the well known strain that moves every Scot t.
e tears "Should auld acquaintance be forgot" &c
e After that. nothing else made any impression OF
q me. ! scarcely remembered what followed. Jes
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q into the fort, and ct the officers banquet. bel
health was drank by all present, while the piper,
' marched round the table playing once more thu
familiar air af "Auld lang syne,"