The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1874-04-04
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For the Union.
THE STORY OF WATERLOO.
Is RELATED BY OUR GUIDE.

AS RELATED BY OUR GUIDE.
1t had been raining but the sun rose clear upon that day.
When rations early took and marched in array
And passed saw the grain wave proudly in the
Which reaped by hostile shot and from its stem
torn,
And gentle peace whose quiet notes pped by bee
and bird,
Was driven off and in their place wars horrd voice
heard.
With of skill than Liepsic showed the French
While in ranks the British troops posted over
there;
But one was hid behind the slope and wi1t their chief
tain stood,
And watched forces stretching down to where you
see the wood.
Napoleon 'Marengo" sat- clothed in suit of grey,
And while his marshals gathered round Bertrand Nor
tier and Ney,
He sadly missed the aid received from hose of earlier
From Money, Duroc and Dessaix, Berthier and Bes-
sierres;
For tho he priced these noble men now rayins to his
side
His heart still fondly asked for thoee who in his cause
had died.
Now cast your eye just the left down where our lines
ran,
To where in front you see the WALL twas there the fight
began
And as the thunder the Alps precodes the coming
blast,
This shock signal for the str down the ranks
was past.
That ruin seen, named Hugoumont, by the British
held,
Who through the holes cut in its WALL the renchmen
oft repelled
And could see from out those ports the lightning as it
flashed
Upon troops who up the slope and through the gar
den dashed,
And then heard the shout and cry, the rsttling and
the din,
Which with the sulphurous fire seemed to make hell
within.
The flying aid the dashing steed its rider the ground
Men dragging guns, the ambulance now slowly creeping
round
With loud report and quickened pace told the fight
had spread,
Here troops attack there repeled from thence the
dastards fed,
While there was seen the squadron strong pursue y-
ing foe,
Which raying here made to turn and strike tell
ing blow.
'Fix bayonets,'' charge" no quarter give,' "no~
make the villains yield.'
''Up guards and at them, "kneel" ''advance" 'come
boys, let's sweep the field ~
These words heard with noise of guns buge and
of fife,
And every sound which devils make or men with pas
sion rife,
Who years hate have added demon
nations lust of power the source, nations rule the
gage
While mid the hrong the only lips which uttered forth
sound
Were those whose struck death lay stretched
upon the ground.
From La Haye sainte, right in front, drove the Brit
ish out
And though dragons pressed them sore they often
turned about;
And delaying valiant charged beneath their lead
er's eye,
And numbers had to bite the dust before the rest would
Here Pcton fell, that stern old chief who Badajos
And on all fields in old Castillo his work had bravey
done;
Now at the close unwounded STILL with peerage in full
view,
The battle swayed from side to side until four
O'Clock,
Our Lancers charged upon the squares which kneeling
met the shock;
And guarded by their bayonets fixed, delivered such
fire,
As empted half saddles and forced to retire.
And looking then saw within the hookednose British
chief,
And heard him say, "Hold my lads, for night will
bring relief"
Uxbridge, who charged from out the square, was Of
think it the right one lost perhaps the right
Here fought our guards the bravest troops upon that
bloody field,
Who with Cambronne preferred die French guards
never yield'
Fitzroy aid Wellington, here lost his good sword
arm,
To Paris from Opor he marched without sustaining
He bravey fought against our flag all the seds of
Spain,
But wreathed its glories with his on Almss rocky
plain.
wood,
And gathered from Napoeons face the he under
For Butcher had escaped GrOnchy and came in on our
right,
And in the nicely balanced field was mingling with the
fight.
As quick thought Lobos sent to keep the Prus
SLAMS back,
While with strong force, in column massed should
the front attack;
For led by Bravest of the the good and gallant
He thought the Brton we might drive and thus retrieve
the day.
The Guard Imperial young and proudly to
the strife,
But in moment were repellcd with fearful loss of life
And he who mid Smolenskos flames the palm refused to
yield,
With veteran troops, defeated now swept from off
the field.
And Fraut fe-as heroes fall-amid the surging tide,
As Bayard pure Conde Brave, the old guards hope
and pride
Our leaders, soul stricken then, but not muscle
stirred,
As from the British force in front shouts of triumph
The word 'tadvance struck the movement we
could see
And then our men in panic cried UoilG S0nfeS trdhS!
Thus while the Prussans press our flank the foes in front
And down years then sunk ag the glorious flag
of France,
Of Jena the Prussans thought and by revenge in
spred,
From slaughters work desisted not till their sword
arm grew tired;
But when they ceased the field srovn with wound
ed and with dead,
Who taught by lust and pride of power had been to
slaughter led.
But when the Commune rule the land, men shall the
wiser be,
Yet we must fight one battle STILL the one to make
free;
And en as brothers shall rest beneath the
shade,
Enjoy all that God has sent with none to make afraid
-WHITELocK.