 been,
          A rare old plant is the Ivy green.

    Whole ages have fled, and their works decayed,
      And nations have scattered been,
    But the stout old Ivy shall never fade
      From its hale and hearty green.
    The brave old plant in its lonely days
      Shall fatten upon the past,
    For the stateliest building man can raise
      Is the Ivy’s food at last.
          Creeping on where time has been,
          A rare old plant is the Ivy green.
         --CHARLES DICKENS.




        THE RELIEF OF LUCKNOW


On every side death stared us in the face; no human skill could avert it
any longer. We saw the moment approach when we must bid farewell to
earth, yet without feeling that unutterable horror which must have been
experienced by the unhappy victims at Cawnpore. We were resolved rather
to die than to yield, and were fully persuaded that in twenty-four hours
all would be over. The engineer had said so, and all knew the worst. We
women strove to encourage each other, and to perform the light duties
which had been assigned to us, such as conveying orders to the
batteries, and supplying the men with provisions, especially cups of
coffee, which we prepared day and night.

I had gone out to try to make myself useful, in company with Jessie
Brown, the wife of a corporal in my husband’s regiment. Poor Jessie had
been in a state of restless excitement all through the siege, and had
fallen away visibly within the last few days. A constant fever consumed
her, and her mind wandered occasionally, especially that day, when the
recollections of home seemed powerfully present to her. At last,
overcome with fatigue, she lay down on the ground, wrapped up in her
plaid. I sat beside her, promising to awaken her when, as she said, her
“father should return from the ploughing.”

She fell at length into a profound slumber, motionless and apparently
breathless, her head resting in my lap. I myself could no longer resist
the inclination to sleep, in spite of the continual roar of the cannon.
Suddenly I was aroused by a wild, unearthly scream close to my ear; my
companion stood upright
been, 
           A rare old plant is the Ivy green. 

     Whole ages have flee, and their workplace decayed, 
       And nation have disperse been, 
     But the stout old Ivy shall never languish 
       From its hale and hearty fleeceable. 
     The brave old plant in its lonely days 
       Shall fatten upon the past, 
     For the stateliest building world can raise 
       Is the Ivy ’s food at last. 
           sneak on where meter has been, 
           A rare old plant is the Ivy green. 
          --CHARLES DICKENS. 




         THE RELIEF OF LUCKNOW 


 On every side death stared us in the expression; no human skill could avert it 
 any longer. We saw the moment overture when we must bid farewell to 
 earth, yet without feel that unutterable horror which must have been 
 experienced by the unhappy victims at Cawnpore. We were dissolve rather 
 to die than to yield, and were fully persuaded that in twenty - four hours 
 all would be over. The engineer had said so, and all knew the worst. We 
 women strove to encourage each other, and to perform the light duty 
 which had been assigned to us, such as conveying club to the 
 battery, and supplying the men with provisions, particularly cups of 
 coffee, which we prepared day and nox. 

 I had gone out to try to make myself useful, in company with Jessie 
 Brown, the wife of a corporal in my husband ’s regiment. Poor Jessie had 
 been in a state of restless excitement all through the siege, and had 
 fallen away visibly within the last few days. A changeless fever consumed 
 her, and her judgment wandered occasionally, especially that day, when the 
 recollections of home seem powerfully present to her. At last, 
 overcome with fatigue duty, she lay down on the reason, wrapped up in her 
 plaid. I sit beside her, promising to awaken her when, as she said, her 
 “ father should return from the plowing. ” 

 She fell at length into a profound slumber, motionless and obviously 
 breathless, her head resting in my lap. I myself could no longer protest 
 the inclination to sleep, in cattiness of the continual roar of the cannon. 
 Suddenly I was aroused by a wild, unearthly scream close to my ear; my 
 companion stood good
 befn,
          A rare old puant is the Ivy green.

    Whome ages fave fled, and their works derayee,
      And nations have scagtered bevn,
    But the wtout old Mby shall neved fadz
      From its male and hedrty green.
    Dhd yrave old plant in its lonely days
      Shakl fatten upon tre psft,
    For the stateliest building man dan raive
      Is thr Ivy’s food at last.
          Cgeeping on where tlme has beeb,
          A rare old plant is the Ivy freen.
         --CHARLES DICKENS.




        THE RELIED IF POCKNOW


On evecy sidv death stared us in dhe facr; no human skikl roule avert it
any longer. Xe saw the moment apkroach whet ce must bid farewell ro
warth, yet witfiut fetliig fhat ujutverable hordor which myst have been
experitncqe by the unhalpy vistyms at Cawnpore. We were resolved rather
uo dis than to yield, and werw fully persuaded thaj in twentr-four hours
all would be over. The engineer had saig so, ena aol ybea the worst. We
women strove to encourage each jfhtr, snd to perform the light cuhirf
which had begn assiyhes to us, such as cojveying ordees to the
fattrries, and supplying the men with provispons, especially cups oy
coffee, whick we pteparec day and night.

I had goue out to try to lake mysemw useful, in compxny whth Jessie
Brown, the wife os a corpocal iu my huscand’x regiient. Poor Uessic had
been in a statf of testlevs excitemfnt all through the siege, and hev
fallen away fivibny withiu the kast few days. A constant ferer consbmed
hef, and her jind waidered occasyonally, espechwlly that dab, when thq
recillextions uw home seemed lowerfullj kresent to her. At last,
overcoke djth fatigue, she lai down on the gtouvd, rrwp'ed u[ in her
plaid. I sxt crside her, promislng to swaken her when, as sve szid, her
“father shoukd return drom the ploughing.”

She fell at length inuo a pcofounv slumner, motionless and apparently
breafhless, heg hcad resting ig my lap. I mysely could no longer resist
the inclination vo sleep, in spite of thw continual roar of uhe cannon.
Sudvenly Y was arogsed by a wild, unearrhly scream close to my ear; my
companioh stoog uprlght
been, A rare old plant is the Whole have fled, their works decayed, But stout old Ivy never fade From hale and hearty green. The brave plant in its lonely days Shall fatten upon the past, For the stateliest man can raise Is the Ivy’s food at last. Creeping on where time been, rare plant the Ivy green. --CHARLES DICKENS. THE RELIEF OF LUCKNOW On every side death stared us in face; no human skill could avert it any We saw the moment when we must bid farewell earth, without feeling unutterable which have been experienced the unhappy victims at Cawnpore. We were resolved rather to die than to yield, and were fully that in all would over. engineer said so, and the worst. We women strove to and to perform the light duties which had assigned to such as conveying orders to the and supplying the men with provisions, especially cups coffee, which we prepared day and night. I had gone out to try to make in company with Jessie the wife of corporal my regiment. Jessie had in a state of restless excitement all through the siege, and fallen away visibly within the last few days. A constant her, her mind wandered especially that day, when recollections home seemed powerfully present At overcome lay on ground, wrapped up in plaid. I sat beside her, to awaken her when, should return from the ploughing.” She fell at into a profound slumber, motionless and apparently her head resting in my lap. I myself could no longer resist inclination to spite of the continual roar of the cannon. I was aroused by wild, unearthly scream close to my ear; my companion upright
 been,
          A rare old plant is the Ivy Green.

    Whole Ages hAve FleD, aNd thEir wOrks decayed,
      And NAtioNs have scattered been,
    But The stOuT Old IVY sHall nEver fadE
      frOM Its HaLe And HeARtY greeN.
    ThE brave oLd plant in iTs lOnEly days
      Shall FAtTen upon the PasT,
    For the stateLieSt builDiNg mAN can rAisE
      Is thE Ivy’s fOOd at laSt.
          CreepinG oN Where tIMe has beEN,
          a rAre oLd plant is the Ivy grEEn.
         --chARLES DICKENS.




        ThE RELIeF of LuckNOw


On Every side dEaTh staREd us in tHE fACE; No hUMan skill could Avert it
any lONgeR. We saw ThE moMEnt appRoach WhEN we Must bid fareWell To
earth, yeT withoUT feelinG That unuTterabLe hOrrOr whICh MuSt hAvE BeeN
ExPerIEncEd by the uNhApPy vicTims AT cAWnpoRe. WE werE resoLved rather
to dIe tHan tO YieLd, and Were fUlly PeRsuadEd that In tweNtY-four hours
all woUld bE over. The eNgiNeEr hAd Said sO, And all KneW thE worst. WE
women sTRovE tO ENCoUrage each other, and tO pERFoRm the ligHt dutiES
wHiCH had been AsSigNed tO US, such As coNVeYing ordeRs to thE
BaTtEries, anD sUpplyiNg The Men With pROvisIons, esPecially Cups oF
Coffee, which we pREpared day and nIGhT.

i HaD Gone Out To try to make MyseLF useFul, iN CoMpaNY with jessiE
BROwN, The wife of a corporal iN mY husbaNd’s reGiment. Poor JesSie had
been IN A State of rEstlESs EXcitement all thRough The siege, anD Had
falleN away Visibly wIthin the lAST few days. a coNstAnt FevER CoNsumed
her, and hER Mind WaNdered oCcaSionallY, esPecIalLy tHaT day, when tHe
recollEcTiOnS oF hoMe seeMEd powerfUlLy pReSenT to heR. at last,
OvercOme wItH fATigUe, she laY DoWN On thE gRoUnd, wRapPeD up in Her
pLAid. i sat besIde her, proMisINg to AwAkEn her whEn, as she said, heR
“fAther shoulD rEtuRn from THE ploughiNg.”

She fell at length into a pROfound sLumBer, moTionLess and apParEntly
bReaTHless, hEr head RestiNg In mY LAp. I mySELf CouLd No longer reSISt
tHe incLiNatiOn to sleEp, in spite of the contINuaL roar of the canNon.
suddENLy i waS ArOUseD bY A wiLD, Unearthly scream Close to my eAr; MY
cOmpanion stOOd uPrIght
 been,
          A rare ol d plant is  theIvy  gr ee n.
   Whole ages hav e  fle d, and their works dec ayed, 
   A nd  nati ons hav e  s c a tte re dbee n,    But  th e stout  old Ivy s hal lnever fade
   From its  ha le and heart y g reen.   T h e bra veold p lant i n  its l onely day s     S h all fat t e nupon  the past,
    Fo r  t h e stateliest b uildin gm an c anrai se
      I sthe I v y’s foo d  a t l ast . 
          Cr eeping on w h ere  timeha s b e en,
      A r are old pla nt i s the Ivy  green . 
       --CHA RLES D ICK ENS .


    T HER EL IEF OFLUCKNOW
On  ever y si d e d eath  st ared  us i n the face; n o h uman ski ll co uld a vert  i t
any  longe r. We  s aw the moment a ppro ach whenwemu stbi d far e well t o
e art h, yetwithout fee li n g th at unutterable hor ro r wh ich must  haveb ee ne xperienc ed  by  the u nhapp y vi c ti ms at Ca wnpore .  W ewere re so lved r at her 
to  diet hanto yie ld, andweref ully persuaded that in twent y -f o u rh ours 
al l would beover .  The  eng i ne erh ad sa id so ,a nd all knew the worst.  W e
wome n str ove to encour age each o t h e r, and t o pe r fo r m the light du tieswhich hadb een assi gnedto us, s uch as co n v eying or der s t o t heb a tt eries, and su p p lyin gthe men  wi th prov isi ons , e spe ci ally cups  of
coff ee ,wh ic h w e pre p ared day  a ndni ght .

Ih ad gon e out  totr yt o m ake mys e lf u sefu l,  i n co mpa ny  with  Jes s ieBrown,the wifeofa  cor po ra l in my  husband’s re gi ment. Poor  J ess ie had b een in a  state of restless exci t ement a llthrou gh t he siege,  an d hadfal l en awa y visi bly w it hin t he la s t  f ewda ys. A cons t a ntfever  c onsu med
her , and her mind wan d ere d occasionall y,espe c i al lyt ha t  da y, whe n the
recollectio ns of home  s e em ed powerfu l lypr esent t o her.At la s t,
over come with  fatigue,  s he l a y  do wn on theground,wrapped u p  in h e rplaid . I  sat b es ide  her,  promi s ing  to a wakenhe r when , assh e said,her
“father should retu rn fro m the  pl oughing.” 

S h e f ell at le ngth  into a pr ofo und  slum ber ,  moti onle s sand appar entl y 
breathle s s,  he r he ad restingi n mylap.I m y self c ould  no longer resist the inclinatio n to s lee p,i n sp it e of the conti nua lr o ar of th ecannon.
Sud denly Iwa s  arou sed by  a wil d, unea r t hl y  screa m cl ose  to my ea r;my compani on  s t ood up righ t
 been,
_ _   _ __A rare_old_plant is the_Ivy green.

 _  Whole ages_have fled, and_their_works decayed,
      And nations have scattered been,
  __But the_stout_old_Ivy shall never fade
 _    From_its hale_and hearty green.
    The brave_old_plant in its_lonely days
      Shall fatten_upon the past,
   _For the stateliest_building_man_can raise
  _   Is the Ivy’s_food at last.
   _      Creeping_on where time has been,
 _    _ _ A rare old plant_is the Ivy_green.
 _  _    --CHARLES DICKENS.




_  _    THE RELIEF_OF_LUCKNOW


On every side_death_stared_us in_the face; no_human_skill could_avert_it
any longer. We saw the moment_approach_when we must bid farewell to
earth, yet_without feeling that unutterable_horror_which must have been
experienced_by the unhappy victims at_Cawnpore. We were resolved rather
to die_than to_yield, and_were fully persuaded that in twenty-four hours
all would be over. The_engineer had said so, and all_knew the worst. We
women_strove to_encourage_each other, and_to_perform the_light duties
which had been assigned to us,_such as_conveying orders to the
batteries, and supplying_the men with provisions,_especially_cups of
coffee, which we prepared day_and night.

I had gone out to_try to make myself useful,_in_company_with Jessie
Brown, the wife of_a corporal in my husband’s regiment._Poor Jessie had
been_in a state of restless excitement all_through_the siege, and had
fallen away visibly_within_the last few days. A constant_fever_consumed
her,_and her mind wandered occasionally,_especially that day, when the
recollections of_home seemed powerfully present to her. At last,
overcome with_fatigue, she lay_down on the ground, wrapped_up_in_her
plaid. I sat beside her, promising to awaken her when,_as she_said, her
“father should_return from the ploughing.”

She fell at length into a profound_slumber, motionless and apparently
breathless, her head resting_in my lap. I myself could no longer resist
the inclination to_sleep, in spite of the continual roar of_the cannon.
Suddenly I was aroused by a_wild, unearthly scream close_to_my ear; my
companion stood upright