The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1896-03-13

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And there was mounting in hot haste the steed,
The mastering squadron and the Gathering car,
Went pouring forward with impetuous speed,
And swiftly forming in the ranks of war;
And the deep thunder peal on peal afar;
And nearer the beat of the alarming drum
Reused up the soldier ere the morning star;
While thronged the citizens with terror dumb,
Or whispering, with white lips-"The foe they
come they come
And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves,
Dewy with natures tear-drops as they pass,
Grieying if aught inanimate eer grieves,
Over the unreturning brave,-alas!
Ere evening to be trodden like the grass
Which now beneath them, but above shall grow
In its next verdure, when this fiery mass
Of living valor rolling on the foe,
And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold
and low.
Last noon beheld them full oil lusty life,
Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay,
The midnight brought the signa-sound of strife,
The morn marshalling in arms,-the day
Battles magnifcently-stern array!
The thunder-clouds closed DER it, which when rent
The earth is coyer'd thick with other clay,
Which her own clay shall cover, heapd and pent,
Rider and horse-friend foe in one red burial
blent!
This description of the battle OF
Waterloo, is probably the most
graphic ever written of great bat
tie. 1t was the closing of a long
conflict of bloody wars of a new
house of despotism against the
hoary old abuse, which had arisen
out of the grave of betrayed free
dom. The new house went down
on that bloody field to rise no more,
but the old superstitions of the
"divinity which doth hedge a
king" had been shattered, never
again to regain their ancient
prestige.
In order to make his description
more graphic Byron opens his tale
of the battle in a ball room in Brus-
sells, whence the scene is quickly
transferred to the battlefield.
From noon on that memorable 18th
of June 1915, till almost night the
anxious eye of Wellington watched
for the coming of Blucher's col
umns, and when at last the Prus-
sian army began to attack the
French and the British squares
which had stood and endured the
pelting storm of lead and iron
hail the French poured upon
them, began to move and the
French lines to break and retreat,
a vulture in human form, who,
perched on an eminence, watched
all day the bloody tide of battle,
hastily mounted horse which
stood saddled and ready at any
moment. The inspiration of greed
for gold and burning avarice lent
wings to this monster.
This vulture was one of the
Rothschild gang. BY relays, pro-
yided for the occasion, he reached
the English Channel at the height
of raging storm and hired dar-
ing skipper to take him over to
England, paying the captain, it is
reported, 800. He spread the
news as he sped towards London
that Bonaparte had won, and by
the lie his syndicate gathered into
their possession the public debt of
Great Britain for song. The story
is told by Gordon Clark in his little
book, EThe Anarchists of Wealth."
This Red Shield war on all man
kind was watered and nOurished
by such diabolism as the battle of
Waterloo. Clark tells the story as
follows
"The house of ROthschild was
founded the last quarter of the
century by Mayer
Anselm Bauer, man born in
Jews Alley, at Frankfort on-the-
eX-priest, pawnbroker,
and money changer, doing business
at the sign of the Red Shield
From that sign the family derived
their blood colored title. In Ger
man Red Shield is pronounced
Rote-Sheeldt. In English we call
it Rothschild.
"Mayer Anselm Bauer made
himself the broker of kings and his
sons inherited his trend and his
shekels. In 1916, as the battle of
Waterloo came on, the Rothschild
took a deep interest in that
field of carnage. 1t was no humane,
no patriotic interest, but the cold,
interest of wreckers and
squids. To speculate over pools OF
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