The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1894-03-07
JESSIE OF LUCKNOW.
A FAMOUS CASE OF CLAlRvOYANcE
GRAPHICALLY RELATED,

were Coming TO the Eescue.
In conversation between distinguish.
ed judge of this state and an editor the
article Of Mark Twain'son 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 NJ ~ to many. and it is given here,
WITH as it appeared in a letter to the
London Times, the letter being written
by a lady who was the wife of an officer
at Lucknow:
ION 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, We.
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 We're fully persuaded that in 24hours
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 tn" batteries. supplying the
men with provisions, especially cups of
coffee. which we prepared day and night.
II had gone ont TO try TO make myself
useful in company with Jessie Brown.
the wife of "A corporal in my husbands
regiment. Poor Jessie had been in a
stat" If restless excitement all through
IT." Sl"Sr and had fallen away visiblv
'!nrnZ the last few days. A constant
fever consumed ner. and her mind wan
'i~red occasionally. especially that day.
when the predictions of home seemed
powerfully present to her. At last. over
come with fatigue, she lay down on the
ground, wrapped in her plaid. sat be-
IL her, promising to awake her when.
as she said, her father should return
from the plowing.'
she fell at length into q profound
siulnD"r. motionless and apparently
GREATNESS. her head resting in my lap.
Il myself could no longer resist the in.
~cllnatl"n to sleep, in spite Of the con-
tlnua roar Of the cannon. Suddenly |
was aroused by II wild. unearthly scream
close to my ear. companion stood
upright beside me, her arms raised and
her head bent forward in the attitude Of
listening.
"A look Of intense delight broke owe,
her c~ountenance. She grasped my band.
drew me toward her and exclaimed,
'Dinna We hear it? Dinna We hear it;
Aye, I'm no dreaming! It's the slogan
O the highlanders! We're saved! We're
saved" Then f1inging 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 poor Jes-
sic was still raving, but she darted tc
the batteries, and I heard her cry inces-
sanity to the men: Courage! Courage!
Hark to the slogan-the Macgregor, the
grandest of them all! Here's help at
LAST
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 muir.
mur of bitter disappointment, and the
wailing Of women who had focked tc
the spot burst out anew as the colone.
shook his head. Our dull lowland care
heard only the "a Of the musketry.
"A few moments more of this death.
like suspense of this agonizing hope. and
Jessie, who had again sunk on the ground,
sprang to her feet and cried in a voice sc
clear and piercing that it was heard
along the whole line: Will We no believe
it moo? The slogan has ceased indeed,
but the Campbells are coming. DYE
hear: Dye hear
AT that moment all seemed, indeed.
10 hear the voice of God III the distance,
when the plbroch of the highlanders
brought us tidings of deliverance, fo1
now there was no longer any doubt of
the fact. That shrill, penetrating, cease
less sound. which rose above all other
sounds, could come neither from the adj
vance of the enemy nor from the work
of the sappers. NJ, 1t was indeed the blast
of the Scottish bagpipes. now shrill and
harsh. as threatening vengeance on the
foe, then in softer tones seeming 10 prom.
Use succor to their friends in need.
Never, surely. was there such n scene
as that which followed. Not a heart in
the r~esidency of Lucknow but bowad it
self before God. All by one simultaneous
impulse fell upon their knees, and moth
ing was heard but bursting sobs and
murmured voice of prayer. Then all
arose, and there rang out from a thou
sand lips a great shout of joy, which re-
sounded far and wide and lent new vipor
to that blessed pibroch.
ITO our cheer of God Sayethe Queen
they replied by the we'll known strain
that moves every Scot to tears, Should
Aud Acquaintance Be Forgot After
that nothing else made any impression
OF me. | scarcely remember what fol
lowed. Jessie was presented to the gen
eral on his entrance to the fort, and at
the officers banquet her health was
drunk by all present, while the pipers
marched around the table playing once
more the familiar air of Aud Lang
Syne."
Whittier's poem. The Pipes at Luck
now" and Robert T. $. Lowell's The
Relief of Lucknow are descriptive of
this same Observation-Disclosures Ameri-
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