The Sun. — 1857-09-09 (London, England)

LIICKNOW.  Heavier and heavier tidings of woe ! About a week ago it was known that Sir Henry Lawrence —whose defence of Lucknow with a mere handful, amid the rage of hostile myriads, has been the admiration of all India—had gone out to attack a vast body of armed rebels—that his native force, with characteristic treachery, had turned round upon him at the commencement of the fight—and that, with his 200 Europeans, he had to cut his way back, with Spartan daring, to the Residency. It was also known that, on that occasion, the brave leader was severely wounded ; and two days ago, intelligence reached us, which, alas ! has since been confirmed, that on the 4th inst. he sunk under the effects of his wounds. - What shall I say 1 It is impossible for me to express the grief of heart which I feel in thus recording the death of Sir Henry Lawrence. In his character were singularly blended the heroic chivalry of the old Greek, and the inflexible sternness of the old Roman, in happy combination with the tenderness of a patriarch, and the benevolence of the Christian philanthropist. In him the native army, throuc,,,h whose murderous treachery he prematurely fell, has lost its greatest benefactor ; while the girls and boys' schools, founded by his munificence on the heights of the Himalaya, of Mount Aboo, and of the Nilgiris, must testify through coming ages to the depth and liveliness of his interest in the welfare of the British soldier's family in this burning foreign clime. I mourn over him as a personal friend—one whose friendship resembledmore what we sometimes meet with in romance rather than in actual everyday life. I mourn over him'as one of the truest, sincerest, and most liberal supporters of our Calcutta mission. -I mourn over him as the heaviest loss which giritish India could possibly sustain in the very midst of the most terrible crisis of her history. The only counterpoise to all this heavy badget of calamities is the fact, that a small colum of Europeans which marched under General Havelock from Allahabad, after routing the rebels at Futtehpore and other places, recaptured Cawnpore on the 16th inst. There the rebel army, commanded by Nana Sahib in person, after a vigorous defence, was totally defeated. It was found, however, to the horror of our brava men, that all the captive British women and children, whom it was supposed that Nana Santo had been reserving as hostages, had been barbarously murdered by him before the engagement. A gleam of hope now opens upon u 4, that General Havelock and his dauntless little force will be able to fight their way to Lucknow in time to save the garrison there—of which the late Sir Henry Lawrence was the life and soul—from a similar terrible fate to that of Cawnpare. The reports of the fall of Delhi, which, coming from so many different (Fluters, were universally credited, turn out to have been premature. In the neighbourhood, and under the walls of the doomed city, there were several severe combats, in which hundreds of the murderous mutineers were slain ; and these had been exaggerated by native reports into the fall and capture of the city itself. That anxiously looked for event has not yet been officially annoupcad. In the absence of authentic intelligence, the long delay is on all hands felt to be inexplicable. It is th;s unexpected delay which has diubtless enheartened the disaffected everywhere, and filled them with bright visions of reconquest and re-established dominion.