THE RELIEF OF LUCKNOW (MARCH 1863) BY R. T. S. LOWELL Oh! that last day in Lucknow fort! 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, When my father comes hame frae the plough," she said, "Oh! please then waken me." She slept like a child on her father's floor In the flecking of woodbine shade, When the house dog sprawls by the open door, It was smoke, and roar, and powder stench, But the soldier's wife, like a full tired child, I sank to sleep, and I had my dream, And wall, and garden-a sudden scream Then Jessie Brown stood listening, And then a broad gladness broke All over her face, and she took my hand The Highlanders; oh, dinna ye hear The Macgregors ? Ah! I ken it weel; It's the grandest o' them a'; "God bless thae bonnie Highlanders ! Along the battery line her cry And they started, for they were there to die; They listened for life: but the rattling fire Were all; and the colonel shook his head, Then Jessie said: "That slogan's dune; The Campbells are coming! It's no' a dream; We heard the roar and the rattle afar, So the men plied their work of hopeless war, It was not long ere it must be heard— It was no noise of the strife afa It was the pipes of the Highlanders, And now they play'd "Auld Lang Syne " And they wept, and shook one another's hands, And every one knelt down where we stood, That happy day when we welcomed them And the general took her hand, and cheers And the pipers' ribbons and tartan stream d THE RED THREAD OF HONOUR [Told to the Author by the late Sir Charles James Napier.] BY SIR FRANCIS H. DOYLE ELEVEN men of England A breast-work charged in vain ; Lie stripped and gashed, and slain. Their rock-built fortress well, Whilst Napier piloted his wondrous way Then flashed at once, on each fierce clan, dis- Lord of their wild Truckee.1 These missed the glen to which their steps Mistook a mandate, from afar half heard The robber-chief mused deeply, 66 Above those daring dead; 'Bring here," at length he shouted, 66 Let Eblis blast for ever Their souls if Allah will: But we must keep unbroken The old rules of the Hill. "Before the Ghiznee tiger Taught our grim tribes to pray; Before Secunder's lances Pierced through each Indian glen; The mountain laws of honour Were framed for fearless men. "Still, when a chief dies bravely, We bind with green one wrist- The green one, or the red? 1 A stronghold in the Desert, supposed to be inaccessible and impregnable. "Our brethren, laid in honoured graves, may wear, Their green reward," each noble savage said To these, whom hawks and hungry wolves shall tear, Who dares deny the red? Thus conquering hate, and steadfast to the right, Fresh from the heart that haughty verdict came; Beneath a waning moon, each spectral height Once more the chief gazed keenly "These were not stirred by anger 66 'As, without sound or struggle, The stars unhurrying march Where Allah's finger guides them Through yonder purple arch, These Franks, sublimely silent, Without a quickened breath, Went, in the strength of duty, Straight to their goal of death. ; |