Daily Iowa State Democrat. [volume] (Davenport, Iowa) 1856-1859, 1858-04-03
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Waterloo.

In all the accounts have read of the bat
tie Of Waterloo, do not remember, of hav-
ing but once seen, the following touching
story The melancholy tale, was commune
Gated by an old soldier who had resided in
the family Of Colonel G. for many years.
and who had followed him to the field of
Waterloo, but was accidentally separated
from his youthful master, at the awful mo-
ment of his death; "Thank God It's over.'
exclaimed young officer as he galloped
along the road from Brussels to Waterloo.
My Lucy! we are separated, and perhaps
forever. Should I not survive this my first
effort for glory, oh! thou Almighty Father.
protect my wife.
The battle RACES in all its fury; the enc
my press on and surround one part of the
English army, when young officer, with
tremendous shout Of " Death or Victory !.
urged his impetuous steed forward. follow
ed by his gallant troops; made desper-
ate attack upon his assailants, and compell-
ed them to retreat. rhe fiery Edward was
borne along by the tide Of conflict, into the
very midst of his foes His noble mein at
tracted the attention Of a French officer, who
calling on him to defend himself galloped
forward with ungovernable fury. Dreadful
was the conflict that ensued. For some
time victory seemed doubtful-at length the
French officer made a desperate lunge at
Edward. which the latter parried with the
greatest address, and returning it with
more skill, and better success, pierced
his adversary's left side, who, uttering q
heart rending groan. immediately fell from
his horse. Edward. through an unaccount-
able instinct. seldom manifested on the field
Of battle, instantly dismounted to assist his
fallen foe. and, unfastening the clasps
of his hemlet, discovered a face pale. through
the lossDoY blood, and fixed in the agonies
Of death The dying man raised his heavy
eyes to his generous conquerer. and with .
frenzied shrek, exclaimed. "can this be
Edward G. my long -forsaken brother p
The blood forsook Edwards cheeks as he
replied, "Charles, is it thus we meet ?" The
dying brother faintingly articulated. "In.
deed we meet. only to part" The life blood
gushed fast from his mortal wound-his
brother gazed intently on his marble fea-
tures-his breath had ceased. At this in
teresting moment of reunion and final SEP
aration, French soldier, influenced by re-
venge, approached the wretched Edward,
who. stupi6ed with grief and surprise, no
longer offered any resistance. In one mo-
ment the direful work was done, the spirit
of Edward followed that of his brother into
the regions of immortality
On the evening of the ever memorable
l lsth Of June, visited the plains Of Water
loo. What an awful sight! So many Of
my countrymen lying exposed to the in
c!emmency of the weather, and extended on
the bare ground, without one friend to
soothe or relieve their sufferings. A slight
rustling sound made me turn my head, and
l beheld fair and fragil form STOPPING and
examining the features Of the surround
ing dead. At last she knelt down by the
body Of young officer, and lifting the curla
that clouded his alabaster forehead, uttered
one dreadful shriek, and fell lifeless to the
ground. l approached, ,bnt all animation wal
gone-the angelic spirit of the beautiful
Lucy, had fled to be united with that oi
her Edward.
The old soldier here paused. torrents Of
tears streaming down his sunburnt visssge
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