Providence) only the agis which Britannia throws over her the sick were quietly borne away on the night of November 18th to the Dilkousha garden (five miles distant), and during the two next days the women, children, and non-combatants followed to the same place. Here Havelock died of dysentery, and was buried amid the tears of his mourning comrades, headed by Campbell and Outram. The latter now proceeded to the Alumbagh, where Campbell left him with 4000 men (a token that England retained her title to Oude, and that the avenger would return), while he himself proceeded with his charge to Cawnpore, whence the women and children ultimately reached Calcutta. Meanwhile the rebels at Lucknow, seeing that Outram, though he had vacated the Residency, remained at the Alumbagh, and anticipating, as it would seem, the return of Campbell with a yet mightier force than they had hitherto had to encounter, extended and strengthened their fortifications, adding an external line of defence surrounding the greater part of the city in a circuit of twenty miles, and getting together many great guns and mortars. And now came the final struggle. On March 2nd, after affording most timely aid to Windham at Cawnpore, against a renewed attack of Nana Sahib, and utterly defeating the latter, Sir Colin approached the Alumbagh, was joined by Outram (who for four months had there sustained and defeated the attacks of more than 120,000 rebels), and with an army of 25,000, infantry, cavalry, artillery, and engineers, of whom two-thirds were Europeans, and many of these veterans who had been victors at Delhi and in the previous expeditions to Lucknow, advanced on the great city. With Outram were such commanders as Franks, Hope Grant, Sir Archdale Wilson, Sir Robert Napier, Peel, Adrian Hope, Tombs, Turner, Norman, Mansfield, Hodson, and other distinguished officers. Some 70,000 or 80,000 of the foe awaited them, brave, resolute, and cunning, and full of hate and fanaticism; and the onslaught was terrible. To Campbell during the operations came Jung Bahadoor of Nepaul, with 12,000 Ghoorkas. In twelve days of almost consecutive fighting the victory was won, and the city taken, with a loss of 500 killed and wounded on our side (Peel and Hodson being among the slain), and many more on that of the enemy, of whom 3000 were buried. Lucknow was finally left with a powerful garrison commanded by Sir Hope Grant under the direction of Sir James Outram, Chief Commissioner. The insurgents of Oude generally, who yet remained, were left to be dealt with by troops sent through the country for that purpose, under selected commanders; and the estates of all the talookdars, which had been confiscated by their rebellion, were restored to such as laid down their arms and swore fealty to the British Government. It may be added that before peace was restored "the eyes of the Church Missionary Society were upon Lucknow, as a place to be occupied in the name of Christ." Sir Henry Lawrence had earnestly desired that a Mission should be established there; and Sir Robert Montgomery, on his appointment as first Chief Commissioner, lost no time in expressing the same wish. Mr. Leupolt, of Benares, was the first Missionary to visit Lucknow. On September 24th, the eve of the first anniversary of the relief of the city by Havelock, and while the sound of distant artillery could still be heard, of troops pursuing parties of rebels, a Church Missionary Association was formed among the English Christians at Lucknow, with the Commissioner himself as President. Missionaries were soon appointed to occupy the station permanently, and their work appears to have been very successful. The Zahur Bahksh, an old Mahommedan palace, has been let by the Government at a nominal rent to the Church Missionary Society. "The ruins (of the Residency) have been left most wisely," said Mr. Grant Duff, in 1875, "just as they were after the storm had passed by ; but tablets fixed here and there mark the most famous spots-Jahannes's children has protected me from the former,* and that same good Providence itself alone from the latter, wolves being very numerous. Before leaving India, I have had a glimpse of a great City under Native Rule, and am pleased to think that my lot is not cast in it, or in any part of the dominion of which it is the capital. House, the Baillie Guard-gate, the room where Sir Henry Lawrence died, Here, too, the scenes of that fearful struggle which, like many and many an Indian battlefield, deserves to be remembered with Thermopyla, have been veiled in gardens. A model in the Museum (or in native parlance, the House of Wonders) hard by, is said accurately to represent the ground as it was when the conflict commenced." etc. Sleeman has constructed a map showing no less than 274 wayside THUG stations in Oude for regularly committing the murder of travellers. † A curious account is given by Captain Egerton in his "Winter Tour in India" of some "wolf children." "Some time ago two of the King of Oude's sowars, riding along the banks of the river Goomtee, saw three animals come down to drink. Two of them were evidently young wolves, but the third was some other animal. They rode up and captured the whole three, and to their great surprise found that the doubtful animal was a small naked boy. He was on all fours, like his companions, had callosities on his knees and elbows, evidently caused by the attitude used in moving about, and bit and scratched his captors as any wolf might have done. The boy was brought into Lucknow, and after a long time to a certain extent tamed. At first he could not speak at all, but he seemed to have a dog-like faculty for finding out what was meant by signs. He lived some time at Lucknow. Another boy found under somewhat similar circumstances lived with two English people for some time. He learnt at last to pronounce one word -the name of a lady who was kind to him-but his intellect was always clouded, more like the instinct of an animal than the mind of a human being. There was another more wonderful but less well-authenticated story of a boy, who after his recapture was seen to be visited by three wolves one evening. They came evidently with evil intentions; but after examining him closely, he apparently not the least alarmed, they fraternised with him, played with him, and subsequently brought the rest of the family, until the wolves were five in number; which was also the number of the litter the boy had been taken from. A curious part of this story is the statement that this boy always had about him, in spite of ablutions, etc., a strong wolfish smell. This story my informant did not vouch for, but he said he knew of five instances of his own personal knowledge. The fact of no grown-up person having been found among wolves may easily be accounted for, on the ground that probably when grown up to a certain age, the wolves may have lost the remembrance of their adoption of the children; or that they may have met with members of other litters not acquainted with the family." Mr. Ball, in his "Jungle Life in India,” bears witness to similar cases. He says, moreover: Most of the recorded Indian cases, I believe, come from the province of Oude. This is possibly in a great measure attributable to the fact that the number of children carried away and killed by wolves is greater there than elsewhere. According to a table which I possess, the loss of life in this province attributable to this cause, for the seven years from 1867 to 1873 inclusive, averaged upwards of 100 per annum. . . . The number of little victims carried off to be devoured is so great in some parts of India, that people make a living by collecting from the dens of wild animals the gold ornaments with which children in India are always decked out by their parents." CHAPTER XVII. THE HOMEWARD JOURNEY AND VOYAGE DOWN THE GANGES, WE E now bid adieu to our old friends, whom it is possible that we may never see again; and to our old haunts, whose chief features are stamped ineffaceably upon our memory. Jan. 2nd, '44.-Since my last entry the Old Year has passed away and a New Year has begun. This, to us so memorable an occurrence, is to most of those around us no event at all. Both the Hindoo and the Mahommedan calendars differ from our own. The Hindoo year does not agree with the Solar year, and they have various ways of reconciling them in different parts of India (as calculations based on several eras are in force in various provinces), so that New Years' Days do not occur in all quarters simultaneously with each other. The Hindoo months are called lunar months, but have thirty days each; and every third year their calendar contains thirteen months. Among Moslem nations, as is well known, the year has no fixed position in relation to the sun's course or the seasons, being invariably a lunar year, which begins annually ten, eleven, or twelve days earlier in the season than the previous year; so that in the course of thirty-three years the commencement of the Mahommedan year runs through the whole of the seasons; while the Era dates from the first day of the Mohurrum preceding the Hegira, or emigration of Mahommed from Mecca (A.D. 622); and each New Year's Day is the first day of the Mohurrum, which is itself regulated by the moon.* Of course neither the Hindoo nor the Mahommedan months correspond with our own. * "It is ordinarily reckoned from the first observed appearance of the new moon, or, in cloudy weather, from the time at which it would be visible; I proceed on my journey this day towards Calcutta. At this period of the year the road swarms with pilgrims for the great January festival at Allahabad which we have already described. Among these the fakirs are ever conspicuous, and we have imagined to ourselves the song of such an one— a Yogi-as he travels along. SONG OF THE YOGI. O I am a Yogi! A Yogi am I! Ho haha aha! Ho haha aha! And sorrow, vexation, and pain I defy! Ho haha aha! Ho haha aha ! With my bottle, my staff, and my cloak of a skin, Yes, I am a Yogi, devoted to Brahm, For ever a Yogi, a Yogi, I am— Ho haha aha! Ho haha aha ! No infants climb laughingly up to my knee; But my time's all my own to spend as I choose, So I sleep away half, and the rest—why, I muse, I live quite alone, and do just what I please; Kings may die, war may rage, I know nothing of these; On the wings of abstraction to heaven I fly, And a god I shall be-aye, a god by-and-by; and this can scarcely happen earlier than twenty-four or later than fortyeight hours after the conjunction. In this manner each separate month is reckoned, and as a few cloudy days may thus retard its commencement, two parts of the same country may sometimes differ a day in their reckoning."-Extract from a Native Calendar, given in the Christmas Number (1883) of India's Women (a monthly magazine published by Nisbet & Co.), in which the English, Hindu, and Mahommedan calendars for 1884 are shown! side by side. We have modified in this line the thought entertained by the Yogi. He believes that he will be one hereafter with the Supreme Spirit. January 5th.-Arrive at Allahabad, where we once more see the " MEETING OF THE WATERS" of the clear blue Jumna, with the turbid yellow current of the Ganges. Here, again, is the fine old fort, and all the familiar scenery. That great Jewish missionary, Dr. Joseph Wolff,* stayed a short time at Allahabad on his return from Bokhara. He lectured and preached in the Fort to crowded congregations. It would appear that he greatly interested our people by singing, in the course of his sermons, some Hebrew hymns and chants. Some curious anecdotes are told of him. A lady on whom he called says: "On his arrival he introduced himself in these words, 'I am of the tribe of Benjamin, and Benjamin was a ravening wolf-and so they call me Wolff."" It is said that he once encountered two fakirs, whose faces, as usual, were besmeared with dirt. Wolff asked them “why they befouled their faces in such a way?" They replied, To indicate that man was created of dirt." Wolff answered, "If man is created of dirt, you need not make yourselves more dirty than you are by nature." They said, "You have entirely convinced us of the truth of your remarks; and we will give you an immediate proof that we will reform." They then spat on their hands, washed their faces, and wiped the dirt off with their arms. January 9th.-At 10 p.m. I leave Allahabad for Benares; An old Indian officer, Major Vetch, who met Dr. Wolff abroad, commemorated a visit which he afterwards received from him in the following lines: SONNET On receiving a visit from Joseph Wolff, in my Hindoo cottage, Haddington, 1851. Champion of Heaven! chief of heroic men! To hail thy burst from slavery and snow |