Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1845-03-17

French at length gave it up, aad retired to
their position. Again on separate squares
were these terrific charges made, and again,
rs fast as they wavered. did Wellington
fling himself in their midst Young Cor
don was ever at his side, and in one OF these
dangerous attempts. had his sword struck
on; Of his hand. by a chance shot But
there were enough other good blades on
tina, ensanguined field without owners, and
he was soon welding one, from which the
hand Of an officer had scarcely
loosened.
Thus. from eleven in the morning till
four in the evening, had the battle ragged.
when dark object was seen 10 emerge
from distant wood. Larger and larger
II grew, till whole column stood revealed
with banners waving in the breeze. Blu
cher and his Prussians had come. Both
armies saw that the hour had arrived for
the final issue. Bonapart then rode up 10
his old and well tried simperial guard, tina,
had not been in the battle all day. Placing
himself at their head. he led them halfway
down the slope, when he halted and ad-
dressed them in his impeiuous and fiery
bn,tle and Of France was in their hands
He was answered by those devoted hearts,
"thc Emperor forerern with a shout that
rung over the storm Of battle, and was
heard all along the British lines. Ee then
placed them under Ney, with orders TO
force the English center and prevent the
iunct on Of Butcher with the allied forces.
That hitherto invincb.e guard came down
in beautiful order, and with hearts burning
with high hopes. They knew that their
Emperor and the civilized world were look
ing on. They Carried thrones and kings
as they went. They needed nothing 10
fire their steady courage. No drum. or
trumpet, or martial strain cheered them on.
No bugol sounded the charge. In perfect
order. the dead silence they moved over
the plain. Above them scared the French
Eagle, no power had ever yet wres;ed from
THEFT grasp; and on Them was The eye Of
Bonapan. The allied army saw. with awe
and dread. the approach ofihat unconquer-
able legion. The terror Of Europe was on
the march. For 4 moment the firing ceased
along the lines. The battlcd was hushcd.
The muflled tread Of that magnificent le-
have seen young Gordon then. With
flushed cheek, and d,lating eye, and breath
coming difficult and thick, he gazed on
lha, silent host He looked as if every
momen, he would be off like q ihunde rbolt.
The sudden CAIN was but momen!arv.
The artillery again opened like a volcano on
the foe. Whole ranks went down before
the destructive fire, vet they ialtered not
for moment Over their fallen comrades,
with the same steady front, they moved on,
across the valley, and up the slope. Before
their cool. resisiless charge. the English
lines melted like frost-work. They took the
last fie oflhe artillery full on their bosoms,
then walked over the cannon, auillerv-mcn
and all. On, on, like resistless wave, they
swept, carrying every thing down in their
passage, till they approached within few
rods Of where Wellington stood. All Scent
ed lost, when rank Of men who had lain
fiat On thier faces behind low ridge Of
earth, suddenly heard the ringing order,
Cup and at 'em." They started up.as fiom
the bowels of the earth, and.poured in their
destructive fire in the very faces Of that man
gled guard. They recoiled 10 the discharge.
as if smiiten by sudden blow. A second
and a third followed. They reeled and
staggered moment, and then broke and
fled. Young Gordon could be restrained
no longer. He burst away with yell like
that of mailman, and was lost in the fight.
The battle was over. The thunder Of
distant cannon came at intervals on the
night air, telling where Butcher ,rod down
the foe. Wellington had left 10 him the
pursuit, and was leading back his weary and
bleeding army over the battlefield. The
full round moon was riding the quiet hcev-
ems, lighting up The mangled masses of hu-
man flesh that weighed down the field
Here an epaulette, and there shivercd
sword. flashed back lis beams Groans
loaded the air, while the death-shriek came at
intervals on the ear. WELLINGTON nsm.
The excitement and rage Of the battle was
over, and his heart s;ckcncd at the awful
scene before him. Among a heap of the
slain, young Gordo was stretched. His
sword lay shivercd at his SIDE, dahblcd
with blood. The miniature of his SIS
ter had fallen from his bosom, and that sp.r-
ltual face seemed gazing nd toward heaven.
A bullet hcd p.oughed up his cheek, and
trayersing his brain ended his life al blow.
ale rGs bit eighteen gears IF age, G,d
This ,cas his t,rcntietk b0ttle." He sleep in
the little church at Waterloo, within sIght OF
his last ba tic field.
The history of that sister is soon told. In
a country church-yard Of England is a plain
monument recording her death and virtues.
| turned away. m,,imuring to myself f" And
these were but two of the twenty thousand
hearts that single battle broke" Oh, War /!
thou last invention Of man for his cwn do
struc.ion.
PAINFUL SUICIDE The Hartford T mes
says: "The friends Of Gen. Samuel L..
! Pitkin, of East Hartford, became alar,n9di
AT his absence on the night Of the S,h inst.
! He left mis- house with the intention Of Wis.,
! l.,noz La