The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1882-04-06

inflicted death Of his old coarade Give,
No visions Of renowned Brahnin States
men hanged hks dogs on an unjust charge,
noble Afghan tribes butchsred wholesale to
earn the bribes Of a cowardly dsspot, royal
laaIes piundred ana l1sultet, aged and in
acn men tortured IN midnight dungeo rs,
haunted the peaceful deatlbsd Of tbs op-
pressoE Of Asia. But the evil that he did
lived after him, and upon these 81 ot-torn
walls and countless graves tina hand Of
God has written intellectually: Know that
for AL these things God shall bring shss
into Judgment, AMI yet, could mare
courage atone fo- any nisdasd, the blood
Of those who Lis here might vel purge the
Sins Of their fathers.
These were not stirred by passion,
Nor yet by wina made bold
Twas not renoWn that moved slem.
Nor did they look TOR gold:
To them their leaders sigma.
Vas as the voice Of God, -s
answering, accomplishing, .
The way OF death they sroi.n
s Never was bad cause better defended.
Ona can almost forget the biacknsss of
England's national crime in ths heroic CON
stanoy with which the punishment of THAI
crime was met aad endured by those whose
Eatai lot 1t was to expiata tia sins o. their
fathers. Slowly but surely across ha glow
Ct Mahrstta conQuests, Punia1b victories,
Afghan CT usa6es, Dude annazations, creps
onward the deepening shadow Of the ayeug-
ing whirlwind. But when the storm broke,
and the shepherds who had 9evoured the
dock which heaven appointed them to
iced and guide baheld the remnant start
mp around them as raveang wolves, what
dil. the denoun GERS OF British tyranny
ssestnem? The steruest Of them all were
aushed into admiring wonder as shsy looked
iew1 into the Golgotha where handful OF
worn -out men, gaunt with thirst and hunger,
haggard from want of sleep, grimed with
dust and powder, with the blood dronpine
from their nnbandased wounds, and the
fierce hsat Of India scorching up their
aaa life, were standing grimly at
bag tagoagts&2 snany q weary week aga;ns. q
re y .4s224 ~ ~ Eu4-s s-.,s5e Z
!, 70 save lives iearer than their own sron
tho fsl,ss who were still red with the BUTCH
cry Of Cawnpore.
The Greeks have, Thermopyie, the
Anglo Saxons haFe Lucknow. few small
buildings Of Indiaa brick. tiny mosque, O
tower no bigger than lighthouse, low
bank Of crunbllng earth. with two or thIes
guns behind it every here and there such
were the defenees which q handful OF
Englishmen and few hundred Sikhs.
Engsana's brayest enemies in 1916 and her
5eanchest allies in 1857, made good against
80, 900 murderers. Just outside the Bailey
Guard gate, pock- marked from base to key
stone by the iron hall that beat against it so
! long. q slender pillar stands to bear witness
to the yalor Of the loyal native soldiers,
while upon high mound within the in
srenchment, close to tho rains Of the cen
trail tower, = tall cross Of stone rises to COM
msmorate the deeds OF their English CON-
rades. But such men need no monument,
There is neither speech nor language wheze
their voice is not heard; their sound is gone
end of the world.
The story of TINT famous siege has been
often written az it deserves to be. The
| men who do these things are not the men
who talk about them; and such tale can
| aot be told with technical phrases and mil
lsary diagrams. But iBtauy man with blood
Ii his veins go at sunrise to the ruins of
the Residency and walk through those
silent rooms and shattered walls in the
stiffness OF early morning, and he 1ill need
no historian to set the great struggle be-
fore him in all its fuliness. Hsre, close by
the shot-torn gate, stood Aitksn's Battery
where its sturdy godfather might be seen
day after day striding to and fro amid the
thickest Of the fire as eoolly as IL the life
that be exposed so freely were Oh armed
against all peril. This large building behind
It. hacked through and through by shot, in
as neat inscription tells you, @ths old
banqueting- hall, used as 3 hospital" and
here, under these arches which once re-
sounded with rsvelry and laughter strong
men gasped out there lives in mortal agony
and fever stricken lads yaarnai yainly for
fresh, cool breezes OF the far-of English
home which they were never to see again.
That crumbling FIRE blackeod shell to the
left was once DR.. Fayrer's house, where
brave Sir Henry Lawrence, q commander
worthy of such garrison. sank to rise no
more. Beyond it a guaat and ghastely
skeleton, with its stately dome defaced BY
countless scars, and one Of its tall minarets
cut half through by shot, rises the sacred
"gegum KoG.' Half seen in the shadow
OF the clustering trees appears the line Of
Grants Bastion. and at the furthess ex-
tremity of the intrsnchment- -4in the hot
1851 eorner OF all, " as Its gallant defenders
used to say with grim esultauon-iies the
crunbling mound which was once the ia
NOUS CaWnpora Battery"
us not always the greatest heroes thai
are the most heard OF. Who remembers
the name of that gallant sspoy, one Of the
few that were still faithful, who, struck
down in mistake by an English comtade
amid the internal hurry b1riy of q night at
taca, said wits his last breath to his re-
norseful slayer, Don't grieve, friend, It's
ail for the good cause?7 What history has
preserved the memory Of that unknown
hero who, wounded to the death
IN the van Of Hayslook's revieIing column,
cried to his comgads: Take me on your
back. Tom, and lat mssee or woa.en's
10 ypf, Ia 4.
will cover you from the shot: But the
eVer-rising sea Of oblivion has spaced one
name among these humble supernumera-
RES on the stage Of Englands greatest trage-
dy- the name Of Highland hssie who
asarfad from aIanru Haa ,1ff.nxirn.