Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1894-02-22
JESSIE OF LUCKNOW.
A FAMOUS CASE OF CLAIRVOYANcE
GRAPHICALLY RELATED.

When the Besieged Had Lost All Hope,
the Scotchwoman Heard the Slogan
Which Announced That the Highlanders
Were Coming to the Rescue.
In conversation between distinguish
ed judge of this state and an editor the
article of Mark Twain's on telepathy cas-
ually came into talk. Many cases were
cited, and the judge alluded to the re-
markable story of Jessie Brown. 1t will
be new to many, and it is given here
with as it appeared in a letter to the
London Times, the letter being written
by lady who was the wife of an officer
at Lucknow:
"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. vet
without feeling that unutterable horror
which must have been experienced by
the unhappy victims at Cawnpur. We
were resolved rather to die than to Weld
and were fully persuaded that in "a hours
all would be over. The engineer had
said so, and all knew the worst. We
women strove to encourage each other
and to perform the light duties which
were assigned to US, such as conveying
orders to the batteries, supplying the
men with provisions, especially cups of |
coffee, which we prepared day and night.
Il had gone out to try to make myself
useful in company with Jessie Brown,
the wife of corporal in my husbands |
regiment. Poor Jessie had been in a |
state of restless excitement all through |
the siege and had fallen away visibly |
during the last few days. A constant !
fever consumed her, and her mind wan
dered occasionally, especially that day,
when the recollections of home seemed
powerfully present to her. At last, over
come with fatigue, she lay down on the
ground, wrapped in her plaid 1 sat be-
side her, promising to awake her when.
as she said, her father should return
from the plowing.'
''She fell at length into profound
slumber, motionless and apparently
breathless, her head resting in my lap.
Il myself could no longer resist the in
clination 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 the attitude of
listening.
"a look of intense delight broke over
her countenance. one grasped my fst1ryl,
drew me toward her and exclaimed:
'Dinna ye hear it? Dinna We hear it?
Aye, I'm no dreaming! It's the slogan
o. the highlanders! We're saved! We're
savedr Then finging herself on her
knees she thanked God with passionate
fervor. felt utterly bewildered.
my English ears heard only the roar
of artillery, and thought my poo- Jes- I
sic was still raving, but she darted to
the batteries, and heard her cry inces- I
sanity to the men: Courage! Courage! I
Hark to the slogan-the Macgregor. the
grandest Of them all! Here's help at
lastr
ITO describe the effect of these words
upon the soldiers would be impossible. |
For a moment they ceased firing. and '
every soul listened with intense anxiety. |
Gradually, however, there arose a mur-
muir of bitter disappointment, and the i
walllng OF women who had hOcked to I
the spot burst out anew as the colonel f
shook his head. Our dull lowland ears 9
heard only the roar of the musketry. il
ga few moments more of this death
ike suspense, of this agonizing hope, and C
Jessie, who had again sunk on the ground, o
'prang to her feet and cried in a voice so
clear and piercing that it was heard 4
along the whole line: Will We no believe p
t moo? The slogan has ceased indeed, n
put the Campbells are coming. Dye IL
near? Dye hearY v
cat that moment all seemed. indeed. il
20 hear the voice of God in the distance. "
when the pibroch of the highlanders =
brought US tidings of deliverance. for
low there was no longer any.doubt of
he fact. That shrill, penetrating, cease
ess sound, which rose above all other Of
ounds, could come neither from the ad- Ii
'ance of the enemy nor from the work c.
f the sappers. No, it wasindeed the blast d,
f the Scottish bagpipes, now shrill and es
arsh, as threatening vengeance on the ci
oe, then in softer tones seeming 70 prom Ir
;e succor to their friends in need. er
Never, surely, was there such scene 81
s that which followed. Not heart in th
he residency of Lucknow but bowed it lie
elf before God. All by one simultaneous p
npulse fell upon their knees, and moth bl
lg was heard but bursting sobs and II
voice of prayer. Then all ia
rose, and there rang out from thou sa
and lips great shout of joy, which re- ia
)unded far and wide and lent new vigor o.
, that blessed pibroch. of
ITO our cheer of God Save the Queen Gl
ley replied by the well known strain
iat moves every Scot to tears, Should
uld Acquaintance Be Forgot?' After
lat nothing else made any impression re
4 me. l scarcely remember what fol- ca
wed. Jessie was presented to the gen. We
al on his entrance to the fort, and at L,
le officers banquet her health was tn
.unk by all present, while the pipers no
arched around the table playing once tu
ore the familiar air of Aud Lang tin
me-" VIC
Whittier's poem, 1.-The Pipes at Luck Is
,w," and Robert T. S. Lowelrs ''The no
elief of Lucknow" are descriptive of II
is same incident.-Baltimore Ameri- kn
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