Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1860-12-20
Waterloo the Day After the Battle
On the surface of two square miles. j

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grain which had covered the field of battle.
was reduced to litter, and beaten into the
earth; and the surface trodden down by the
cavalry, and furrowed deeply by the cannon
wheels, strewed with many relic of the
fight. Helmets and cuirasses, shattered
and broken swords; all the variety of mill
tary ornaments, lancer caps and Highland
bennets; uniforms of every color, plume and
pennon; musical instruments, the appara-
tus of artillery, drums, bugles: but, good
God :! why dwell on the narrowing picture
Of foughten field ?-each and every ruin
GUS display bore mute testimony to the mis-
cry of such battle \ i 4
Could the melancholy appearance of this
scene Of death be heightened, it would be by
witnessing the researches Of the living, amid
its desolation, for the objects of their love.
Mothers, and wives. and children, for days
were occupied in that mournful duty; and
the confusion of the corpses-friend and foe
intermingled, as they were-often rendered
the attempt at recognizing individuals diff
cult, and in some cases impossible. !:
In many places the dead lay four deep upon
each other, marking the spot where some
British square had occupied, exposed for
hours to the murderous fire of French bat
terry. Outside. lancer and cuirassier were
scattered thickly on the earth Madly at
tempting to force the serried bayonets of the
British, they had fallen in the bootless essay
by the muskctry of the inner files. Farther
on, you trace the spot where the cavalry Of
France and England had encountered; chas-
seur and hussar were intermingled; and the
heavy Norman horses of the Imperial Guard
were interspersed with the gray chargers
which had carried Albion's chivalry. Here
the Highlander and traileur lay, side BY
side, together; and the heavy dragoon. with
green Erin's badge upon his helmet. was
graphing in death with the Polish lancer
On the summit of the ridge. where
the ground was numbered with dead, and
trodden fetlockdeep in mud and gore by the
frequent rush of rival cavalry, the thick
strewn corpses of the Imperial Guard point
ed out the spot where Napoleon had been
defeated. Here, in column, that favored
corps, on which his last chances rested, had
been annihilated: and the advance and re-
pulse of the Guard was traceable BY mass
Of fallen Frenchmen. In the hollow below.
the last struggle Of France had been vainly
made; for there the Old Guard attempted
to meet the British, and afford time to their
disorganized companions to rally.
"WHAT Is IT ?'-Barnums "What Is
It?" is nowhere We have in our posses
sion (picked up in the street) singular
piece of dry goods; it is fourteen, only think
fourteen inches long, about three quarters
of an inch wide, one half of it made of elias
tic, the other half is white velvet with red
rose, delicate bud, and sundry green leaves
stamped upon it in bright colors 1t appears
to have had silver clasp upon it. but one
side of the said clasp is gone. (Which will
account for it being in the street perhaps.)
The first question is, "What is it ?" the
next is, Whose is it? We know that the
lady-for it must have been lady who waoro
it's pretty, or has been but inclined to
the opinion that she is slightly en.bonposns,
"Whose is ity' we rersar. Oh dear, how
queer the iady must have felt when she felt
tie clasp burst and knew it must fall to the
Pavement the next instant, eugh We'll
warrant that her cheeks turned as red as
the rose on the beautiful zone before Us
But 'swhose is it p that's the question :
The fair one to whom it belongs can have it
by calling at this Office and proving proper
ty, There are no charges to pay, consc-
quently the recovery Of the said belt (?) de
pends entirely upon the production Of its
! mate
| n. B.-We forgot to mention that it just
fits around our neck. ''Whose is it?'
'whose is it?' ay! and s<what is it?'-
Norfolk Day Book.
| a HINT TO GARpENERs.-The latest in
vention is an instrument to prevent poultry
from scratching up the gardens. It's some
thing like long spur, attached to the hind
part of a ROSTERS leg. The instrument is
so arranged that when the fowl is about to
scratch the earth, the spur catches in the
ground before the foot has fairly descended,
and obliges it to bring its foot down quietly
and harmlessly in front of the place wherc
it aimed at. The fowl thereupon tries the
other foot with like result It kceps Old
trying, and, before it is aware of it, the
machine has walked it right out of the gar
den.
ES There was an old farmer who kept \
large poultry yard, and had one hen who,
not content with ner proper sphere of action,
was continually endeavoring to crow At
last, after repeated attempts, she succeeded
n making something like crow The
farmer was taking his baeakfast at the time
and hearing the noise rose and went out,
and discovered the author of the curious at
tempt. He soon returned, bearing in his
hand the Growing hen, mimus her head
There" said he, ''Tm willing hens should
do most anything, but l amt willing they
should crow. Cocks may crow as much as
they please, but hens shall not; it's setting
bad example"
EElf a ship is of the feminine gender
Why are not fighting vessels called women
of-war, instead of men-of. war? es.