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| famous spot. A son Of one who was In
the battle and who had heard from his father
a Thousand times the whole scene recited, &C
companied us over the field. There stood the
old Husomont Chateau, the walls dented and
scratched and broken and shattered OF grape
shot and cannon ball. There Is the well IN
which three hundred dying and dead were
pitched. There is the chapel with the head
Of the infant Christ shot of. There are inc
gates at which for many hours English ana
French armies wrestled. Yonder were tne
the French. Yonder the Hanoverian hussars
fled for the woods. Yonder was the ravine
Of Ohaine where the French cavalry, not
knowing there was a hollow in tho ground,
rolled over and down, troop after troop, 1900
horses and 1900 men tumbling into one
awful mass OF suffering, hoof OF kicking
horses against brow and breast OF captains
and colonies and private soldiers, the human
and the beastly groan kept up until, the day
malodor arising in that hot month Of June.
''There,' said our guide, ''the Highland regi.
ments lay down on their faces waiting for the
moment to spring upon the foe. In that or
chard $500 men were cut to pieces. Here
stood Wellington with white lips, and up that
knoll rode Marshal Ney on his sixth horse,
five having been shot under him. Here the
ranks of the French broke and Marshal Ne,y
with his boot slashed with a sword and his
hat off and mis- face covered with powder and
blood, tried to rally his troops as he cried:
"Come and see how a marshal of France dies
on the battlefeld!' From yonder direction
Grouchy was expected for the French rein.
forcement, but he came not. Around
those woods Butcher was looked for
to reinforce the English, and just in
time he come up. Yonder is the field where
Napoleon stood, his arm through the reins OF
the horses bride, dazed and insane, trying to
20 back" Scene Of a battle that went on
from 11:35 o'clock on the 18th of june until
4 o'clock, when the English seemed defeated
and their commander cried out: "Boys, can
Englandn and the tides turned, and at {
o'clock in the evening the man Of destiny who
was called by his troops "Old Two Hundred
Thousand" turned away with a broken heart,
and the fate of centuries was decided. No
wonder q great mound has been reared there,
hundreds of feet high-a mound at the ex.
pense Of millions of dollars and many year,
in rising. On the top is the great Belgian
lion of bronze, and a grand old lion it is
But our greater waterloo was IN falestlne;
There came q day when all hell rode up, led
on by Apollyon, and the captain Of our saliva.
ton confronted them alone. The Rider on
the white horse of the Apocalypse going out
against the black horse cavalry Of death, and
the batallions of the demoniac and the myr
midons of darkness. From 10 o'clock al
noon to 5 o'clock in the afternoon the great
est battle Of the universe went on. Eternal
destinies were being decided. All the arrow
of hell pierced our chieftain and the battle
axes struck him until brow and cheek anc
shoulder and hand and foot were lncarna
dined with oozing life. But he fought or
until he gave a final stroke with sword from
Jehovah's buckler and the COMMANDMENTS
chief of hell and all his forces fell back II
everlasting ruin, and the victory was ours
And on the mound that celebrates the triumph
we plant this day two figures, not in bronx
or iron, or sculpturel marble, but two figure
of living light, the Lion Of Judah's tribe AM
the Lamb that was slain.