Eeview of Rerieus, 110/13. NOTABLE ANNIVERSARIES. 



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scribes the final scene. Perhaps the 

 most remarkable action of Wolfe's was 

 his dying order to send troops down to 

 cut off the French retreat. Such an 

 order in i8th century fighting was rare 

 indeed. 



" The order was given to charge. Then 

 over the field rose the British cheer, 

 mixed with the fierce yell of the High- 

 land slogan. The clansmen drew their 

 broadswords and dashed keen and swift 

 as bloodhounds. At the English right, 

 though the attacking column was broken 

 to pieces, a fire was still kept up, chiefly, 

 it seems, by sharpshooters from the 

 bushes and cornfields, where they had 

 lain for an hour or more. Here Wolfe 

 himself led the charge at the head of 

 the Louisberg Grenadiers. A shot shat- 

 tered his wrist. He wrapped his hand- 

 kerchief about it and kept on. Another 

 shot struck him, and he still advanced, 

 Mhen a third lodged in his breast. He 



staggered, and sat on the ground. Lieu- 

 tenant Brown, of the Grenadiers, one 

 Henderson, a volunteer in the same com- 

 pany, and a private soldier, aided by 

 an officer of artillery, who ran to join 

 him, carried him in their arms to the 

 rear. He begged them to lay him down. 

 They did so, and asked him if he would 

 have a surgeon. ' There's no need,' he 

 answered ; ' it's all over with me.' A 

 moment after one of them cried out: 

 ' They run ; see how they run ! ' ' Who 

 run?' Wolfe demanded, like a man 

 roused from sleep. ' The enem\-, sir. 

 Egad, they give way everywhere!' 

 ' Go, one of you, to Colonel Burton,' 

 returned the dying man; 'tell him to 

 march Webb's regiment down to Charles 

 River, to cut off their retreat from the 

 bridge.' Then, turning on his side, he 

 murmured, ' Now God be praised, I will 

 die in peace!' And in a few moments 

 his gallant soul had fled." 



The Relief of Lucknow, September 25, 1857. 



The defence of the Residency at 

 I^ucknow holds one of the highest places 

 amongst the famous deeds of the British 

 race. Sir Henry Lawrence, one of the 

 most far-seeing of Indian Statesmen, 

 had in vain warned the Indian Govern- 

 ment as to the mutinous state of the 

 native army. Fortunately, before the 

 outbreak Sir Henry summoned from 

 their homes two bodies of pensioners, 

 one of sepo)'S and one of artiller)men ; 

 these, with a few Sikhs, formed the gar- 

 rison of the Residency. This, in all, 

 consisted of 1720 fighting men, includ- 

 ing 855 British officers and men. There 

 were 1280 non-combatants. Sir Henry 

 Lawrence was killed by a shell soon 

 after the siege started. General Inglis 

 then took command, and for nearly 

 three months succeeded in keeping 6000 

 trained soldiers and a vast rabble at 

 bay. Only 982 of the garrison were 

 left when Havelock, at the second at- 

 tempt, succeeded in forcing his way 

 through the besiegers, and reached the 

 Residencv His 2000 troops were in 

 turn besieged there, and it was not until 



November 17th that the town v.-as finally 

 relieved by Sir Colin Campbell, who, 

 with 4500 men, cut his way through the 

 60,000 rebels who had invested the 

 place for five months. Wliittier, in the 

 following stirring lines, thus describes 

 the first relief of the Residency: — 



Oh. they listened, looked, and waited, 



Till their Jiopes became despair; 

 And the sobs of low bewailing 



Filled the pauses of their prayer. 

 Then up spake a Scottish maiden. 



With her ear unto the gronnd : 

 Dinna ye hear it? — dinna ye hear it? 



The pipes of Havelock sound ! 



Oh, they listened dumb and breathless. 



And they caught the sound at last : ; 

 Faint and far beyond the Gomtee ' 



Rose and fell the pipers' blast! 

 Then a burst of wild thanksgiving 



Mingled woman's voice and man's : 

 " God be prai.sed, the march of Havelock ! 



The piping of the clans !" 



Louder, nearer, fierce as vengeance. 



Sharp and .shrill as swords at strife, . 

 Came the wild MacGregors' clan-call, ; 



Stinging all the air to life. 

 But when the far-off dust-cloud 



To plaided legions grew. 

 Full tenderly and blithsomely 



The pipes of rescue blew! 



