Mississippi Democrat. (Carrollton, Miss.) 1844-18??, 1845-08-27

wrcaths on The rivers brink. No pen ca
describe tho intense anxiety with wbc
Napoleon watched itsprogress. On jus
such charge rested his empire al Water
loo, and In Us failure his doom was scaled
But oil tho lion in Macdonud's nature WA
reused, and he had fully resolved TO exc
cute the awful task given him, or fall on
The field. Still no lowered unhuu amid
his falling guard, and with bis eyes steadi'
ly fixed on The oncmy's centre, continued
10 advance Al the close and fierce dis.
charges of tho cross batteries on ils
manglcd hcud, that column would some.
times stop and siaggcr back, like strong
ship when smiiien by wave. The next
moment the drums would beat their hurri-
cd charge. and the calm, steady voice Of
Macdonald ring back through his exhaust.
cd ranks, ncrying them 10 tho desperate
yaIor that filed his own spirit. Never be.
foro was such charge made, and II seem
cd at every moment thai the torn aud
manglod column must break and fly The
Austrian cannon are gradually wheeled
around till they stretch away in parallel
lines on each side Of this band of heroes,
and hurl an incesant tempest Of lead a.
gnins their bosoms. But the stern war
riors close in and FIJI up the frlghlluI gaps
made al every discharge, aud still press on.
Macdonald has communicated his own
settled purpose 10 conquer or die, 10 his
devoted followers There is no excite.
meni---no enthusiasm such as Murat was
wont to iniuso into his men when making
one Of his desperate charges Of cavalry
No cries Of Piper Emperor" are heard
along the lines; but in their place is an
unaIlerable resolution that nothing but an
limitation can shake. The eyes of The
army and the world are on them, and they
carry Napoloon's lato as they 60. But
human strength has It's limits, and human
effort the spot where il ceases forever
No living man could have carried that
column 10 where il stands but the iron
hearted hero at is bend. But now be hats
and casts his eye over bis little surviving
band that stonds alone in the midst Of the
enemy. lle'looks back on his path, and
as far as the oyo can reach, he sees tho
course Of his column by the black swnth
Of dead men that stretches like huge
ycrpont over the pInin. Ont of The sir.
tecn thogsond men ,ritb vhirh he started.
bm fifteen hundred arc left beside him.
Ten om of cperu elepca hare fallen. md
here 1t length The tired hero pauses, and
surveys with stern and anxious eye, his
few remaining followers. The heart OF
Bonoparte stops beating at the sighl, and
well il may, for his throne is where Mac.
donaId stands. He bears the empire on
his single brave henrl--hc is The E,frlnr.
Shall he turn a, last, md sound The re.
treal2 The Empirc toltcrs ON the ensnn.
guincd field, for, like speck in the dis.
tanco, Macdonald is soen still to pause,
while tho cannon are piling the dead in
houpsaround him. "Wil he turn at last ~
IL tho secret and oponizing question Ma.
poleon puts 70 himseIf.--o must my throne
go down " No! he is worthy of the
mighty trust committed 10 him. The en-.
piro stands or falls with him, but shall stand
while he stands. Looking away 10 where
his Emperor sits, he secs a movement as
IL aid were al hand. "Onward," breaks
from his iron lips. The roll of drums and
tho pealinr of trumpets answer The yoley
that smilcs thnt exhausted column. and The
next moment il il seen piercing The Aus,
iran centre. The day Is won--tho En-
pirc sayed-and tho whole Austrian army
Is in fll retreat.
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and such Tho chorgn If Macdonald w.