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From The National Review, On the morning of the 17th of May, LIEUTENANT MACKENZIE'S RIDE.

Lieutenant Mackenzie, 1 of the 3rd Light EVERY one has heard of Hodson's Cavalry, saw a letter lying under a ride from Kurnaul to Meerut, and from table in one of the barracks. Some Meerut to Kurnaul, the first of the one picked it up and read it.

It was many daring deeds that won for him a written in French, and addressed to place among the heroes of the Mutiny. General Hewitt. It had evidently been But, except a few personal friends, read and thrown away. The writer hardly any one has heard of a far more was one of a party of officers and ladies memorable ride that was accomplished who had escaped from the massacre at almost at the same time by a young Delhi. They were wandering in the subaltern who had not completed his jungle near the city, and implored the twenty-second year. Comparisons are general to save them. Young Macnot odious when their aim is to do jus- kenzie instantly resolved that an attice to one without depreciating an- tempt must be made. Come what other. The sternest censors of Hodson might, women and children must not have never stinted their admiration of be abandoned, without an effort, by his courage. But, when he started their own kinsmen. The bulk of his upon his famous ride, he was escorted regiment had mutinied ; but a small by troops whose fidelity was above sus- remnant had hesitated. Mackenzie picion. The youth whose story I am went to the general, and offered to go about to tell had only one companion with five-and-twenty of these men, and upon whom he could depend.

attempt the rescue of the fugitives. Six days had passed since the out. The general replied that he had con'break at Meerut ; and still General sidered it absolutely hopeless to try. Hewitt remained helplessly inert. Mas- Was Mackenzie in earnest ? Had he ter of a regiment of dragoons, a bat- reflected on the fearful danger ? The talion of the 60th Rifles, and two young man's manner showed that he batteries of field artillery, the poor old meant what he said ; and the general man had suffered the mutineers to plun- gave his consent. Why he did not der, burn, and slay, and then to escape offer to reinforce the feeble escort unscathed. Fifteen hundred British which Mackenzie had induced to acsoldiers were expecting the word of company him does not appear. But command; but it was never spoken. self-preservation is the first law of naVillagers, hearing that the sepoys had ture. A strong guard was considered mutinied, relapsed into anarchy. The necessary for the protection of the barGoojurs, the hereditary thieves of In- rack in which the general and some of dia, robbed and outraged every one his officers had taken refuge ; and this upon whom they could lay hands. It fact may perhaps be taken as his exmight have been expected that the cuse. It is only fair to say that he general who had at his disposal the asked a number of his officers whether strongest European force in the North- any of them would volunteer to accomWestern Provinces would make some pany Mackenzie. There were men of effort to restore order. He hardly made proved courage among them ; but none an effort even to punish the ruffians responded to the appeal. The odds who were within gunshot of his own were too great. The troopers were noquarters. Nor was he alone to blame. toriously in an uncertain temper. They There were Englishmen at Meerut who had been subjected to the humiliation shuddered at the sight of a dark face, of disarmament; and, if they did not and were ready to believe that every murder their young leader, it was probnative was a mutineer. Some of the able that the Goojurs would. The natives, in their turn, believed - so whole garrison believed that Mackenzie complete was the paralysis of authority was going to his grave. – that not a single white man remained alive.

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Before noon the little party started. , of everything they had been able to As they were riding out of the station, carry away, and even stripped of some they met Lieutenant Hugh Gough, of of their clothes. All night long Macthe same regiment, a great-nephew of kenzie and Gough waited while the the chivalrous old soldier whose valor head-man of the village was collecting Charles Napier enthusiastically carts for the conveyance of the women praised. He told Mackenzie that he and children. Their suspense was not had heard of his intention, and would over; for it was quite possible that not let him go alone. All day they some of the troopers might hasten to rode on side by side ; and neither dared Delhi, and inform the mutineers where to hope that he would ever see his their prey was to be found. But to friends again. Asiatics are capable their honor be it said, the men of great self-devotion ; but they are mained staunch ; and next day Macstrangely impressionable. The troopers kenzie brought his party safely back to had been obedient so far ; but how long Delhi. would their obedience last ? They had He had not been long asleep when he witnessed the prostration of British was roused by a brother-officer, Lieutenauthority, the cowardice of British offi- ant Sanford, who told him that he had cers, the imbecility of a British general. volunteered to carry despatches to the They knew that the historic capital commander-in-chief, and asked for his of the Mogul Empire was lost to the escort. Mackenzie promptly went off British. Why should they support a to the cavalry lines, and called upon the doomed raj ? Every moment the two tired troopers to turn out once more. young subalterns expected that their The spirit of their youthful leader had men would turn upon them, and ride regenerated them; they were no longer off to join the mutineers. They learned waverers, but loyal soldiers. They from some peasants that the fugitives cheerfully obeyed. Their cattle, howwhom they wished to

were ever, were exhausted ; and it was hiding in a village called Hirchinpore. necessary to mount them on Mile after mile they rode ; and, to their half-broken horses belonging to the amazement, they met with no opposi- Dragoons. The commander-in-chief tion. It may have been chance, or was at Umballah, about a hundred and what we call chance. It may have been thirty miles away. Early in the mornthat the robber bands had heard that ing the little column started. The British officers were again abroad, but young horses reared and bucked and did not care to encounter them. For plunged till fatigue had broken them in the East they own the truth of Dan- in. All that day and night and all the ton's motto, “ To dare, and to dare, and next day their riders pressed on. On to dare again.” It was nightfall when the second day they met Hodson and the horsemen reached the village. The his escort ; and in the evening, having villagers appeared greatly alarmed, and ridden more than ninety miles in thirtyshut the gate in their faces. They were six hours, they reached Kurnaul. Macwearing light grey uniforms; and it kenzie has always been jealous for the was evident that they were taken for honor of his friend. The credit of mutineers in quest of plunder. Mac- carrying the first despatches from Meekenzie, however, undertook to make his rut to Umballah,” he writes, “ is due to men remain outside ; and at length he the late Major Sanford, who, to me and and Gough were admitted. They found to all who knew him, was a type of all the fugitives in miserable plight. There that is most noble and brave and modwere fifteen of them in all, - seven est. But, alas ! his memory is buried officers, a merchant, and seven women in our hearts. The world has heard and children. They had suffered ago- little of him.” nies of thirst. They had beeu robbed

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CONTENTS. I. ENGLISH WHIST AND ENGLISH WHISTPLAYERS,

Temple Bar, II. "THE HINT O' HAIRST." By Menie Muriel Dowie, author of “ A Girl in the Kar

Chambers' Journal, .
III. ST. VINCENT. By J. R. Mozley,

Blackwood's Magazine,
IV. THE FAIRCHILD FAMILY AND
CREATOR. By L. B. Lang,

Longman's Magazine,
V. PRIVATE HISTORY OF BHOGERAJ Doo-
SAD. (Indian Syce), .

All The Year Round,
VI. THE SACRED NILE. By J. Norman
Lockyer,

Nature,
VII. ELECTRICITY FROM NIAGARA.

By J.
Munro,

Chambers' Journal, .
VIII. DICKSON, TEAMSTER. By Murray Eyre, . Longman's Magazine,
IX. JAVA,

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PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY BY
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WAITING.

All things rest — the clouds at noon, As those who, on some lonely mountain- And the leaves in nights of June ; height,

And the grief-bewildered brain Watching through all the weary hours of

When sleep falls like softest rain ; night,

And the stars when day awakes,
Await the pale rose of the morning-light,

And the day when Hesper shakes
I wait for thee.

Gleams of gol i from out the skies

Into wandering lovers' eyes. As one who, waking on a bed of pain,

You alone speed on your way,
And helpless in his agony, is fain

Never resting night or day.
To wait the sweet return of sleep again,
I wait for thee.

Yet what joys those hands have brought !

Golden days with rapture fraught ; As he who, in some vast cathedral, dim

Golden days by sunlit fountain ; With shadows, silent waits, on bended

Golden days on breezy mountain ; limb,

Days made more divine by love
The music of the Eucharistic hymn,

Than by radiance from above.
I wait for thee.

Ah ! those hands that to the sense
As deaf men crave for song, and blind for

Bring such joys and bear them hence ;

Could we know what Time conceals sight As weary sons of toil long for the night,

'Neath those little ticking wheels ! And as the fettered spirit longs for flight,

Yet when those slight hands shall mark I long for thee.

That last hour when all grows dark ;
Spectator.. ARTHUR T. FROGGATT.

And shall still keep ticking on
When earth's light from me is gone,
Little watch, your face shall be

Still a memory sweet to me,
TO MY WATCH.

Though diviner light may shine
LITTLE Watch, fast ticking out

On these opened eyes of mine. All the hours of pain and doubt,

For your hands that never cease
All the tumult, toil and strife

Bring at last the perfect peace.
Temple Bar.

SYDNEY HODGES.
Making up our span of life ;
All the heart-wrung sighs, and tears
Falling faster with the years,
As the petals drop and fade
From the bloom life's summer made,

APRIL. Ah ! what thoughts each other chase SPRING whispers : all Earth's quivering As I look upon your face !

pulses leap Every tick your motions give

With throbs of life uprushing ; now again One tick less have I to live.

Her dainty limbs she frees from Winter's Did I realize this thought,

chain, With such solemn meaning fraught,

And flinging off the garniture of sleep, When some new-born joy drew nigh

Sings Easter carol. Fleecy cloud-flocks In the happy days gone by?'

creep

Wind-vexed from the west, where ray and And your slight hands all too slow

rain Round about your face did go ? Ah ! those tardy hours have passed.

Mingle, like children's laughter blent

with pain. Would they were not now so fast !

A myriad baby-eyes soft blinking peep, Never stopping in your flight,

A myriad spears upthronging from the Never pausing day or night ;

clod Not a moment's rest you crave

Flash back the kisses of the young SunFrom the cradle to the grave.

God : With a never-ceasing motion,

The cuckoo wearies Echo with his name, Steadfast as the tides of ocean ;

In the blue the lark 'hangs' trilling ; with Seeming evermore to hurry,

.acclaim Yet without a moment's flurry ;.

Of all her April voices Earth is gay, Till our worni hearts almost pray

To greet the coming of the Queen of May ! That you would a moment stay.

Temple Bar.

ALAN WALTERS.

PLAYERS.

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From Temple Bar. Tence between man and woman more ENGLISH WHIST AND ENGLISH WHIST- markedly shown than in the replies to

these questions. Were such an inquiry

addressed to man, the ready response HAVE you forgotten, my dear A- would be, “ Yes, if they like it.” But those happy days in October that we with woman the case was far different: spent together in the watering-place of Yes, they should play whist; in that Riverscombe ? They have not faded | all the writers were agreed, but not be- from - my mind, - even if they live no cause it was a pleasure to themselves: longer in your memory, for the weather They should play whist, and should was delightful, the society was pleas- play it to “exalt that mean thing, man.??: ant, and the sole amusements of the Thus could ladies amuse a father, a place, : suited our habits. We passed husband, or a brother, “confined to the the hours of sunshine in musing by the house by gout or rheumatism, and seashore, or in rambling amid the re- brute enough not to care for days spent mains of the pine groves; and in the in the refined pursuit of books or music: afternoon, when the sun was declining, Thus could ladies help to keep the we met our friends in the card-room of game within reasonablé bounds, and the little club at the bourne's mouth. restrain man, that wicked man, from It was then our turn to revel in the heavy stakes. Their presence woull congenial game of whist. The players add to the pleasure of the lords of crearmight not be of the first-class in skill, tion ; it would expel far, far away the but they were well matched. The l'occasional oath, the evanescent explestakes. were small, but they were such tive. These were the reasons ;- but :I as we could lose without repining, or, could have parted with them all for one which is still more difficult, such as we simple statement, that whist, or indeed could gain without undue exultation. any other game, should be played by We delighted to save the game by a those women who like it. stroke of finesse, or to win the odd trick From your conversation, my dear by bringing in a long suit against a A4, I have learned that such reasons preponderance of trumps." We asked would not always have been given. not for mercy, and we gave no quarter. There were learned women, and there But our téñpers were good, and so we attractive women, there were met without anxiety and we separated many both learned and attractive, amiri without bickering.

the arid wastes of the last century;; You, my dear A—, have one flaw and there never was a time when women in your character. You cannot be in- rejoiced more in the pastime of cards. duced, even in your own drawing-room, What picture of Bath or of Tunbridge to join a rubber in which ladies are Wells under the second or third George playing. For you Saralı Battle has would be complete without the l'eprelived in vain. Indeed, in the language sentation of a drawing-room crowded of another Sarah, one still more famous, with card-tables at which ladies both you have been heard to declare that young and old would be sitting ?. It is there never was no sich person.” not only in the age of to-day that : il With such feelings you did not expect royal personage- can_dictate the game me to sympathize, and I expressed my at which his hosts shall pass their evenhorror at your lack of gallantry. But ings. The practice existed generations

, : I, even. I, salas ! could not but confess ago. The difference was that in those to myself that you were “not altogether days such illustrious beings only visited in the wrong." That same October, in at the houses of their social equals: the grim solitude of my hotel, I read A hundred and twenty years ago, the in the columns of a paper published for Princess Amelia, who was fanions for the benefit of women, a discussion on her love of gaiety, could write in the absorbing question, “Should ladies her simple language to her friend the play whist?” Never was the_differ- Countess Temple, that she purposed

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