Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes. Asia: Vols. XXIXXIII. 187679.
Richard Chenevix Trench (18071886)
A company of Moolrajs Muzubees, or outcasts turned Sikhs, led on the mob. It was an appalling sight; and Sirdar Khan Sing begged of Mr. Agnew to be allowed to wave a sheet and sue for mercy. Weak in body from loss of blood, Agnews heart failed him not. He replied: The time for mercy is gone; let none be asked for. They can kill us two if they like, but we are not the last of the English: thousands of Englishmen will come down here when we are gone, and annihilate Moolraj, and his soldiers, and his fort! The crowd now rushed in with horrible shouts; made Khan Sing prisoner, and, pushing aside the servants with the butts of their muskets, surrounded the two wounded officers. Lieutenant Anderson, from the first, had been too much wounded even to move; and now Mr. Agnew was sitting by his bedside, holding his hand, and talking in English. Doubtless, they were bidding each other farewell for all time . Anderson was hacked to death with swords, and afterward the two bodies were dragged outside, and slashed and insulted by the crowd; then left all night under the sky.Major Edwardess Year on the Punjaub Frontier, Vol. II. p. 58.
BEAR them gently, bear them duly up the broad and sloping breach
Of this torn and shattered city, till their resting-place they reach.
In the costly cashmeres folded, on the strongholds topmost crown,
In the place of foremost honor, lay these noble relics down.
Here repose, for this is meetest, ye who here breathed out your life