The Nevada journal., 1858-03-05


ty has given a most interesting descrip-
ton of the events in Lucknow, prior to
and at the arrival of Havelock's S forces.
She says:
"On every side death stared us in the
face no human skill could avert it any
longer. We saw the moment approach
when we must bid farewell to earth-yet
without feeling that unutterable horror
which must have been experienced by
the unhappy victims at Cawnpore. We
were resolved rather to die than to yield,
and were fully persuaded that in twenty
four hours all would be over; the engi-
neers had said so, and all knew the worst.
We women strove to encourage each
other. and to perform the light duties
which had been assigned to us, such as
conveying orders to the batteries and
supplying the men with provisions, es-
pecially cups of coffee. which we pre-
pared day and night. l had gone out
to try and make myself useful, in COM
pany with Jessie Brown, the wife of a
corporal in my husbands regiment Poor
Jessie had been in a state of restless ex-
citement all through the siege, and had
fallen away visibly within the last few
days; constant fever consumed her,
and her mind wandered occasionally, es-
pecially that day, when the recollec-
tions of home seemed powerfully pres
ent to her; at last, overcome with fa-
tigue, she lay down on the ground, wrap
up in her plaid | had sat down beside
ner, promising to awaken her when, as
she said, her father should return from
the plowing. She fell at length into
profound slumber, motionless and appa-
rently breathless, her head resting upon
my lap. myself could not resist the
inclination to sleep, in spite of the con-
tinual roar of the cannon. Suddenly |
was aroused by wild, unearthly scream
close to my ear; my companion stood
upright beside me, her arms raised, and
her head bent forward in an attitude of
listening; look of intense delight broke
over her countenance she pressed my
hand, drew me towards her, and exclaim-
ed, Dinna we hear it dinna We hear it!
Ay, I'm no dreamin' its the slogan of
the Hishlandcrs we're saved-we're
savedP Then finging herself on her
knees, she thanked God with passionate
tervor. felt utterly bewildered; my
English ears heard only the roar of ar
til'ery, and thought my poor Jessie
was still raving; but she darted to the
batteries, and | heard her cry incessant-
ly to the men--'Courage courage
Hark to the slogan-to the MacGregor,
the grandest of them a Here's help at
last = To describe the effects Of these
words upon the soldiers would be impos-
slble. For moment they ceased firing,
and every soul listened in intense anxi-
ETY. gradually, however, there arose a
murmur of bitter disappointment, and
the wailing of women who had focked
to the spot, burst out anew as the Colo
mel shook his head. Our dull lowland
ears heard nothing but the musketry.-
A few moments more of the death-like
suspense, of this agonizing hope, and
Jessie, WHO had sank on the ground,
sprang to her feet, and cried, in a voice
so clear and SO piercing that it was heard
along the whole line-'Will ye no be-
lieve it moo ? The slogan has ceased, in
deed, but the Campbells are comm =
Dye hear--d'ye hear!
AT that moment we seemed to hear
the voice of God in the distance, when
the pibroch of the Highlanders brought US
tidings of deliverance' for now there was
no longer any doubt of the fact. The
shrill, peneti ating, ceaseless sound which
rose above all other sounds, could come
neither from the advance of the enemy
nor from the works of the sappers. No,
it was indeed the blast of the Scottish
bagpipes, now shrill and harsh, and
threatening vengeance on the foe, then,
i'll softer 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 Lucknow but
bowed itself to God. All, by one stimuli
taneous impulse, fell on their knees, and
nothing was heard but bursting sobs and
murmured voice of prayer. Then all
arose, and there rang out from a thou
sand lips great shout of Joy which re-
sounded far and wide, and lent me- W vigor
to that blessed pibroch. To our cheer
of God save the Queen they replied
by the well known strains that moves
every Scot to tears, Should auld ac-
quaintance be forgot &c. After that.
nothing else made an impression on me,
| scarcely remembered what followed.
Jessie was presented to the General on
his entrance into the fort, and at the Off
GERS banquet her health was drank by
all present, while the pipers marched
around the table playing once more the
familiar air of Aud Lang Syne.' "
What are wages here l'' asked
laborer of a boy.
81 don't know, sir."
"Whst does your father get on Sat
urday night e.
Get" said the boy, "why, he gets
as tight as brick"
BEAUTY IN South AFRICA.-The
English call Satan black; the Hotten-
tots call him white the Cape Colonists,
when Lord Grey was Colonial Secreta-