Part 32 (1/2)

courage! Hark to the slogan--to the Macgregor, the grandest of them a'!

Here's help at last!”

To describe the effect of these words upon the soldiers would be i, and every soul listened with intense anxiety Gradually, however, there arose aof the women, who had flocked to the spot, burst out anew as the colonel shook his head Our dull Lowland ears heard only the rattle of the musketry

A fewhope, and Jessie, who had again sunk on the ground, sprang to her feet, and cried in a voice so clear and piercing that it was heard along the whole line: ”Will ye no believe it noo? The slogan has ceased, indeed, but the Campbells are comin'! D'ye hear? d'ye hear?”

At that moment all seemed, indeed, to hear the voice of God in the distance, when the pibroch of the Highlanders brought us tidings of deliverance; for now there was no longer any doubt of the fact That shrill, penetrating, ceaseless sound, which rose above all other sounds, could come neither from the advance of the enemy nor from the work of the sappers No, it was, indeed, the blast of the Scottish bagpipes, now shrill and harsh, as threatening vengeance on the foe, then in softer tones, see to promise succour to their friends in need

Never, surely, was there such a scene as that which followed Not a heart in the residency of Lucknow but bowed itself before God All, by one si was heard but bursting sobs and theout froreat shout of joy, which resounded far and wide, and lent new vigour to that blessed pibroch

To our cheer of ”God save the Queen,” they replied by the well-known strain that ot” After that, nothing else made any impression on me I scarcely reeneral on his entrance into the fort, and at the officers' banquet her health was drunk by all present, while the pipersonceSyne”

”Letter from an officer's wife”

THE SONG IN CAMP

”Give us a song!” the soldiers cried, The outer trenches guarding, When the heated guns of the ca

The dark Redan, in silent scoff, Lay, gri, under; And the tawny er belched its thunder

There was a pause A guards while we h of sorrow”

They lay along the battery's side, Below the s cannon: Brave hearts, from Severn and fro of love, and not of falory: Each heart recalled a different naht up the song, Until its tender passion Rose like an anthe,-- Their battle-eve confession

Dear girl, her na upon the soldier's cheek Washed off the stains of powder

Beyond the darkening ocean burned The bloody sunset's elish love reain a fire of hell Rained on the Russian quarters, With screa of the er, du of ”Annie Laurie”

Sleep, soldiers! still in honoured rest Your truth and valour wearing: The bravest are the tenderest,-- The loving are the daring

BAYARD TAYLOR

AFTERGLOW

After the clangour of battle There comes a moment of rest, And the sihts are best

After the victor's paean, After the thunder of gun, There comes a lull that must come to all Before the set of the sun