Memoirs of the Extraordinary Military Career of John Shipp: Late a Lieut. in His Majesty's 87th RegimentShipp, John
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Memoirs of the Extraordinary Military Career of John Shipp: Late a Lieut. in His Majesty's 87th Regiment
Shipp, John
India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Biography; Shipp, John, 1784-1834
this night stolen like a thief from the riotous parties I have too long
joined, to spend an hour or two alone; and, if I must confess it, in
prayer. Having offered up my prayers, I felt my poor heart relieved of a
burden I cannot describe, and thus I fell asleep, and am now glad to
meet a friend in this lonely spot." We then, together, made the earth
our communion-table, and offered up our poor but fervent devotions to
the throne of mercy. It was the will of the Almighty to call my
companion in prayer the next day from the world, and to spare me, but
with a wound in the head, to show my dependence upon His mercy.
Two o'clock in the afternoon of the next day was ordered for the
assault. I forgot my aches and wounds, and was at my old post.
Lieutenant Templer, of his majesty's 76th regiment (he was a little man,
but he possessed the heart of a lion) accompanied me on this occasion,
with a small union jack, to plant on the enemy's bastion. He gave me his
hand, and smilingly said, "Shipp, I am come to rob you of part of your
glory; you are a regular monopolist of that commodity." He continued, "I
will place Old England's banner on their haughty bastion, or die in the
attempt!" He fell a victim to his zeal, having first planted his colour
on the bastion.
On the way down from the camp, we met his excellency the
commander-in-chief, and suite. His lordship addressed me and my forlorn
hope: "Sergeant, it is with sincere regret I again see you wounded, and
again at the head of your little band of heroes. I will not check your
praiseworthy spirit; go into glory, my lads, and may Heaven prosper your
zeal, and crown you with triumph!" His lordship addressed every corps
that passed him; but when the remnant of the two companies of the 22nd
regiment marched by, he was seen to turn from them, and the tear fell
down his cheek; but, fearful it might be observed, he took off his hat
and cheered them. This was not the tear of Judas, for his lordship often
shed tears of sorrow for our great loss at this place. He was a true
soldier's friend, and valued their lives as much as he did his own.
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