The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1894-11-30

ucuu horses ADDED To the euuNla OF
corpses, and all waiting for the mo-
ment when the army of 10000 shrek
ing Hindoo devils should break in upon
the garrison of the Residcncy; now re-
duced by wounds and sickness and
death to a76 men, women and chill
dren.
"Call me carly said, tomorrow
morning, and let us be at the Resi-
dency before the sun becomes too hot"
At z o'clock in the morning we left our
hotel in Lucknow, and l said to our
obliging, gentlemanly escort, "Plcase
take as along the road by which Have
lock and Outram came to the relief of
the Residency." That was the way
we went. There was solemn still
ness as we approached the gate of the
Residency. Battered and torn is the
masonry of the entrance. Signature
of shot, and punctuation of can
non ball, all up and down and
everywhere Here to the left, said
our escort, ''are the remains of a
building the first floor of which in
other days had been used as "A banquet
ing hall, but then was used as hos
pital. At this part the amputations
took place, and all such patients died.
The heat was so great and the food so
insufficient that the poor fellows could
not recover from the loss of blood;
they all died. Amputations were per-
formed without chloroform. All the
anesthetics were exhausted. A tract
ure that in other climates and under
other circumstances would have come
to easy convalescence, here proved
fatal Yonder was DIR. Fayrer's house,
who was surgeon of the place, and is
now Queen Victoria's doctor. This
upper room was the officers room, and
there Sir Henry Lawrence, our dear
commander, was wounded. While he
sat there a shell struck the room, and
some one suggested that he had better
leave the room, but he smiled and said,
Lightning never struck twice in the
same place Hardly had he said
this when another shell tore off
his thigh, and he was carried dying into
DIR. Fayrer's house on the other side of
the road. Sir Henry Lawrence had been
in poor health for long time before
the mutiny. He had been in the Indian
service for years and he had started
for England to recover his health, but
getting as far as Bombay, the English
government requested him to remain
at least for n while, for he could not be
spared in such dangerous times. He
came here to Lucknow, and foreseeing
the siege of this Residency had filled
many of the rooms with grain, without
which the Residency would have been
obliged TO surrender. There were also
taken by him into this Residency rice,
and sugar, and charcoal, and fodder
for the oxen and hay for the horses.
But now, at the time when all the
people were looking to him for wisdom
and courage, Sir Henry is dying" Our
escort describes the scene, unique, ten
der, beautiful and ovcrpowering, and
while l stood on the very spot
where the signs and groans of the be-
sieged and lacerated, and broken
hearted met the whizz of bullets and
the demoniac hiss of bursting shell,
and the roar of batteries, my escort
gave me the particulars.
As soon as Sir Henry was told that
he had not many hours to live he asked
the chaplain to administer to him the
holy communion. He felt particularly
anxious for the safety of the women in
the Residency who, at any moment.
might be subjected to the savages who
howled around the Residency, their
breaking in only matter of time, un-
less reinforcements should come. He
would frequently say TO those who sur
rounded his death couch, Save the
ladies. God held the poor women and
children He gave directions for the
desperate defense of the place. He
asked forgiveness of all those whom
he might Internationally have neg
lected or offended. He left message
for all his friends. He forgot not to
give direction for the care of his
favorite horse. He charged the of
ficers, saying. BY no means surrender.
Make no treaty or compromise with
the desperadoes. Die fighting He
took charge of the asylum he
had established for the children of
soldiers. He gave directions for his
burial, saving, No nonsense, no fuss.
Let me be buried with the men, He
dictated his own epitaph, which read
above his tomb: Here lies Henry
Lawrence, who tried to do his duty.
May the Lord have mercy on his soul
He said. i would like to have a pass
age of Scripture added to the words on
my grave, such as: TO the Lord our
God belong mercies and forgiveness,
though we have rebelled against him
isn't it from Daniel? So as brave a
man as England or India ever saw,
expired. The soldiers lifted the cover
from his face and kissed him before
they carried him out The chaplain
offered prayer. Then they removed
the great hero amid the rafting hail
of the guns and put him down among
other soldiers buried at the same time"
All of which state for the benefit of
those who would have us believe that
the Christian religion is fit only for
women in the eighties and children
under seven. There was glory enough
in that departure to halo Christendom.
There, said our escort, "'Bob the