The weekly intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1891-1901, 1894-12-15
THE CITY OF BLOOD.
DR.. TaImage on the Massacre Of
Christians at Cawnpore.
A City Upon Whose Desolated Area Have
Risen Lasting Monument to Martyrs
Now q Citadel for Christ's
Gospel.

In his Round the World'' series of
sermons through the press Rev. T. De-
Witt Talmage recently took for his
subject 1.-The City of Blood" the text
selected being Psalms cxli., Z: ''Our
bones are scattered at the graves
mouth, as when one cutteth and cleav-
eth wood upon the earth. But mine
eyes are unto Thee, o God the Lord"
Following is the
Though you may rea this text from
the Bible, l read it as cut by chisel into
the pedestal of a cross beneath which
he many of the massacred at Gavin
pore, India. To show you what Hin
dooism and Mohammedanism really
are, where they have full swing, and
not as they represent themselves in a
parliament of Religions" and to
demonstrate to what extent of
cruelty and abomination human nature
may go when fully let loose, and t
illustrate the hardening process of sin,
and to remind you how our glorious
Christianity may utter its triumph over
death and the grave, l preach this my
second sermon in the Round the
World" series, and l shall speak of
THE City of Blood" or Cawnpore,
India.
Two hours and ten minutes after its
occurrence, Joseph Lee, of the Shrop-
shire regiment of foot, rode in upon
the Cawnpore massacre. He was the
first man l met at C~awnpore. l wanted
to ear the story from some one who
had been here in 1857, and with his
W eyes gazed upon the slaughtered
heaps of humanity. / could hardly
wait until the horses had been put up
to the carriage, and Mr.. Lee with us,
started for the scene, the story Of
which makes tame in contrast all
Modoc and Choctaw butcheries.
1t seems that all the worst passions
of the century were to be i-mpersonated
by one man, and he Mana Sahib, and
u escort at C%awnpore, Joseph Lee,
knew the man personally. Unfortu-
nately, there is no correct picture Of
Mana Sahib in existence. The pictures
of him published in the books Of
Europe and America, and familiar to
us all, are an amusing mistake.
said to our escort: "Mr. Lee,
was there any popularity in Mana
Sahib's appearance?" The reply was:
Nothing very peculiar; he was q dull,
lazy, cowardly, sensual man, brought
up to do nothing and wanted to con.
tinue on the same scale to do nothing"
From what Mr.. Lee told me, and all I
can learn In India, Mana Sahib ordered
the massacre in that city from sheer
revenge. His father abdicated the
throne and the English paid him annu-
ally q pension Of 500, 900. When the
father died the English government
declined to pay h same pension to
the son, Mana Sahib, but the poor fell |
low was not in any way suffering from
lack of funds. His father left him $780,
600 in gold ornaments; $500, 90 in Jewels;
$500, 900 in bonds, and other
amounting to al least 81, 500, 900. But
the poor young man was moi satisfied, |
and the Cawnpore massacre was his re-
venge.
"Mr. Lee, what Is this?" ! said to our |
escort as the carriage halted by an en-
bankment. Here" he said, sis the
en~trenchment where the Christians Of
Cawnpore took refuge" 1t is the re-
mains of O wall which at the time of
the mutiny was only 4 feet high, be-
hind which, with no shelter from the
sun, the heat of 100 degrees, 44O men
and $50 women and children dwelt
nearly n month. A handful of -four
and split peas was the daily ration and
only two wells lea by, the one in
which they buried their dead, because
they had no time to bury them in the
earth, and the other we'll the focus on
which the artillery of the enemy
played, SO that 1t was q choice between
death by thirst and death by bullet
shell. Ten thousand yelling
Hindoos outsides this frail wall
and 1000 suffering, dying peo-
pie inside. In addition to the army
of the Hindoos and Moslems, an invisi-
BILE army Of sickness swept upon them.
Why did not the heather dash down
those mud walls and the 10. 900 annihi-
late the now less than 1000? It was
because they seemed systematically
defended.
Mana Sahib resolved to celebrate an
anniversary. The 23d of June, 1857,
would be one hundred years since the
battle of Plassy, when under Lord
Give, India surrendered to England.
That day the last European in Gavin
pore was to be slaughtered. Other an
niversaries have been celebrated with
wine; this was to be celebrated with
blood. Other anniversaries have been
with garlands; this with
drawn swords. Others have been kept
with songs; this with excavations.
Others with the dance Of the gay; this
the dance Of death. The
infantry and cavaly aud artillery of
Mana Sahib made on that day one
grand assault, but the few guns Of the
English and Scotch put to flight these
Hindoo tigers. The Lord looked out
from the heavens, and on that anniver-
sary day gave the victory to His people.
Therefore, Mana Sahib must try some
other plan. Standing in a field not far
from the intrenchment Of the English
was a native Christian woman, Jacobee
by name, holding high in her hand a let
ter. 1t was evidently a communication
from the enemy, and Gen. Wheeler Or
dered the woman brought in. She
handed him a proposed treaty. If Gen.
Wheeler and his men would give up
their weapons, Mana Sahib would con-