Litchfield enquirer., 1845-05-22


the evening" had the battle ragged. when dark OBJ
jet was seen 70 emerge from distant wood Lar
ger and larger il grew, TIL 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 Cor the final issue.
Bonaparte then rode up 10 bis old and well-tried
imperial guard, that had not been In the battle all
day. Placing himself at their head, he led them
half way down the slope, when be halted, and ad-
dressed them in his impetuoua and ieFy manner
RE told tasss g.st NJ. of te bestle end Of
France was in their hands. He was answered by
those devoted hearts, !" the Empsr0r foreUer 70
with shout that rung over the storm af battle.
and was heard all along the British linss.--fIe
then placed them under Ney, with orders to force
the English centre and prevent the junction Of
Butcher with the allied forces That hitherto in-
siacihie ssssfa Ssss N beautiful order, and
with hearts burning with high hopes. They knew
that their Emperor and the civilized world were
looking on. They needed nothing to Ere their
steady courage. No drum, or trumpet. or martial
strain cheered them on. No bugle. sounded the
charge In perfect order and dead silence, they
moved over the plain. Above them scared the
French Eagle, no power had ever yet wrested from
their grasp; and on them was the eye Of Bonapsrte.
The allied army saw, with awe and dread, the APP
preach Of that nnconquerable legion. The terror
Of Europe was on the march, For moment, the
firing ceased along the lines, The battle was
hushed. The mufied tread of that magnificent le-
gion alone was heard. Oh, you should have seen
young Gordon then, With flushed cheek and dila-
ting eye, and breath coming difficult and thick. be
gazed on that silent host He looked rs il, every
moment, he would be offlike thunderbolt. 8e.J
Il This sudden calm was momcntary. The artil.
lery opened like volcano of fire.. Whole ranks
went down before the destructive fire, yet they fall
tered not for a moment. Over their fallen com.
rades, with the same steady front, they moved on,
across the valley and up the slope; Before TIER
like frostwork. They took the last fire Of the ar
tllery full on their bosoms, then walked over the
cannon, artillery-men and all, On, on, like re-
sstless wave, they swept, carrying every thing
down in their passage, till they approached with.
in few rods Of where Wellington stood. All
seemed lost, when rank Of men who had lain
fiat their faces behind low ridge Of earth, sud-
denly heard the ringing order. " Up and at 'em Y
They started up as from the bowels Of the earth,
and poured their destructive fire in the very faces
Of the mangled guard. They recciled from the
discharge, as IL smitten by sudden blow. A sec
gered 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, s. ass sai elp
The battle WINS over. The thunder Of distant
where Butcher trpd down the foe. Wellington had
left to him the pursuit, and was leading back his
weary and bleeding army over the battle field. The
full round moon was riding the quiet heaven, light
4 ing up the mangled masses Of human flesh that
weighed down the field Here an epaulette, and
there shivered sword, flashed back its beams.
Groans loaded the cir, while the death-stfiek came
ct intervals on the ear. TellingtOn spepf The
excitement and rage Of the battle was over, and HE
II 1enHf sickeueA nc the awful Bran6 before him.
II Among . heap Of the slain. young Gordon WINS
stretched His sword Icy shivered q bis side:
dnhhled in blood The miniature Of his sister had
fallen from his bosom, and that spiritual face Scene
ed up toward heaven. a bullet had plowed up
his cheek, and traversing his brain, ended his life
at blow. /" He scas Dat eighteen years Of age.
and this seas his fscensicth battle" He sleeps in
the little church at Waterloo. within sight Of his
last battle field. N, IN 2iala-r ,a .ia
The history Of that sister 10 soon told In acoun-
| try church.yard Of England, Is plain monument
recording her death and virtues. lturned away,
murmuring to myself, sand these are but two oftho
twenty thousand hearts that single battlebroke,'--
Oh, War; thou last inventive Gilman for his own de.
struction. 4laatsl.a.l.Ia .tU
A Yankcp Lord-Lord Lyndhurst, the present
Lord High Chancellor, Of England 10 native born
Yankee. His father was q portrait painter in Bos-
ton; but not succeeding very well in business, he
went to England, and took bis son with him. OBJ
serving taste in him for reading and study, he
sent his boy to college. He graduated with hon.
ors, studied law, succeeded in his profession, and
became SO distinguished that bis services were cal
led into requisition BY the government; and he
soon worked his way up to the post Of Lord High
Chaneellor--as high an honor as can be conferred
upon subject. His fathers name was CopLEY;
and he is remembered by many Of the old residents
| of Boston. - eHa
| What an example is here for the youth of our
land. Fame, honors and wealth are within the
reach Of all who apply themselves faithfully to the
pursuit Of knowledge. des Haa
Official Digniiy.--Mr. Cist tells capital story
about constable in Pennsylvania: sta,.
He had served legal precept Of some sort on
particular friend Of his, greatly his superior in
strength, whot eing particularly drunk al the time
rebelled against the law and its myrmidon, Selling
the officer and shaking him almost to pieces The
parties meeting few days after. Jim, the offender,
was profuse in his apologies. IA" You know, jake"
says he. II would moi have servedlyon so ii had
been duly sober II was all the devilish Thiskey
did it. The official at last Modified and relented
Under Jim's eXpostulations. "Asto the shaking"
said Jake, don't bear any malice, don't vally il
cent my own account, but as an officer, Fec0l-
lect next time, Jim, whoever shakes me, shakes
The Telegraph. Southern Chronicle has
the following: f' E3 aB
The wonderful performances of the Electric Tel
egraph have suggested the following attempt at
tribute to the genius of the inventor, in Latin eegi
&C verse. would, with all humility. submit to the
philosophic world the propriety ofcalling this new
invention IS the Cesaunogyaph," and its ilustrious
author "he Ceraunosrapher."
EPIGRAA6MA
In .Morseum Ceraun0gropha .Natre Spo-
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| Parcite. ait Natura, almam nudare parentem,
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