loiter here beyond the time required for a visit to
that splendid memorial, executed by Marochetti in
snow-white marble, and erected in the centre of a
beautiful and well-kept garden; its figure, representing
the Angel of Peace, is enclosed by a very
handsome carved stone screen. Those of my
readers who wish to peruse the most graphic
account of the thrilling events which this monument
recalls, I refer to Colonel, then Captain, Mowbray
Thomson’s “ The Story of Cawnpore.” The gallant
author is one of the only two survivors who escaped
by swimming for their lives.
Instead of continuing my route in a westerly
direction, I decided upon visiting Lucknow, lying
fifty-three miles due north-east by the Oude and
Rohilcund railway. After leaving Cawnpore, I drove
for a short distance along the noble Ganges canal,
projected by Colonel Colvin, and began during Lord
Auckland’s administration, to prevent the recurrence
of such fearful famine as had desolated, in 1837, the
Dooab district, lying between the Ganges and the
Jumna. This canal, after many vicissitudes and interruptions,
was at last completed in 1854.
CHAPTEK III.
L u c k n ow— M a h o m e d a n ism — A g r a— T h e T a j a n d t h e P e a r l M o s q u e
— A k b a r ’s T e s t o p R e l ig io n — P u t t e h p o r e S ik r e e— D e l h i—
I n d r a p u t — A m r it z a r — L a h o r e — B u d d h i s t R e l ig io n a n d
A r c h it e c t u r e .
T h e Ganges is crossed by a long pontoon bridge, and
thence to Lucknow, the handsome capital of Oude,
which kingdom had been annexed in 1855, took us
five long hours, owing to the shaky condition of the
entire line. The engine seemed to feel its way at
every turn of the wheel, for fear of displacing the
rails or being tossed out of its track. The heat and
dust were insufferable as we passed over that dreary