VII Hark cannonade, fusilade! is it true what was told by the scout Outram and Havelock breaking their way through the fell mutineers? Surely the pibroch of Europe is ringing again in our ears! All on a sudden the garrison utter a jubilant shout, Havelock's glorious Highlanders answer with conquering cheers, Sick from the hospital echo them, women and children come out, Blessing the wholesome white faces of Havelock's good fusil eers, Kissing the war-hardened hand of the Highlander wet with their tears! Dance to the pibroch!-saved! we are saved!-is it you? is it you? Saved by the valor of Havelock, saved by the blessing of Heaven! "Hold it for fifteen days!" we have held it for eighty-seven! And ever aloft on the palace roof the old banner of England blew. Alfred Tennyson [1809-1892] THE RELIEF OF LUCKNOW [SEPTEMBER 26, 1857] Он, that last day in Lucknow fort! We knew that it was the last; To yield to that foe meant worse than death; There was one of us, a corporal's wife, And her mind was wandering. She lay on the ground, in her Scottish plaid, And I took her head on my knee; "When my father comes hame frae the pleugh," she said, "Oh! then please wauken me." She slept like a child on her father's floor, It was smoke and roar and powder-stench, And the soldier's wife, like a full-tired child, I sank to sleep; and I had my Of an English village-lane, dream And wall and garden;-but one wild scream There Jessie Brown stood listening Till a sudden gladness broke All over her face; and she caught my hand "The Hielanders! O! dinna ye hear The McGregor's. O! I ken it weel; "God bless the bonny Hielanders! We're saved! we're saved!" she cried; And fell on her knees; and thanks to God Along the battery-line her cry Had fallen among the men, And they started back;-they were there to die; But was life so near them, then? They listened for life; the rattling fire Far off, and the far-off roar, Were all; and the colonel shook his head, But Jessie said, "The slogan's done; The Campbells are comin'? It's no a dream; We heard the roar and the rattle afar, It was not long ere it made its way,- It was no noise from the strife afar, It was the pipes of the Highlanders! And now they played Auld Lang Syne, It came to our men like the voice of God, And they shouted along the line. And they wept, and shook one another's hands, And the women sobbed in a crowd; And every one knelt down where he stood, And we all thanked God aloud. That happy time, when we welcomed them, And the general gave her his hand, and cheers And the pipers' ribbons and tartans streamed, Robert Traill Spence Lowell [1816-1891] THE PRIVATE OF THE BUFFS; OR, THE BRITISH SOLDIER IN CHINA [1857] LAST night, among his fellow roughs, To-day, beneath the foeman's frown, Poor, reckless, rude, low-born, untaught, A heart, with English instinct fraught, Ay, tear his body limb from limb, Far Kentish hop-fields round him seemed, Bright leagues of cherry-blossom gleamed, The smoke above his father's door In gray soft eddyings hung; Yes, honor calls!—with strength like steel He put the vision by; Let dusky Indians whine and kneel, An English lad must die. And thus, with eyes that would not shrink, With knee to man unbent, Unfaltering on its dreadful brink, To his red grave he went. Vain, mightiest fleets of iron framed, So let his name through Europe ring,- Who died, as firm as Sparta's king, Because his soul was great. Francis Hastings Doyle [1810-1888] HOW OLD BROWN TOOK HARPER'S FERRY [OCTOBER 16, 1859] JOHN BROWN in Kansas settled, like a steadfast Yankee farmer, Brave and godly, with four sons, all stalwart men of might. There he spoke aloud for freedom, and the Border-strife grew warmer, Till the Rangers fired his dwelling, in his absence, in the night; And Old Brown, Came homeward in the morning-to find his house burned down. Then he grasped his trusty rifle and boldly fought for freedom; Smote from border unto border the fierce, invading band; And he and his brave boys vowed-so might Heaven help and speed 'em!— They would save those grand old prairies from the curse that blights the land; And Old Brown, Osawatomie Brown, Said, "Boys, the Lord will aid us!" and he shoved his ram rod down. |