Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1897-03-26

in the battle and who had heard from
lis father a thousand times the whole
scene re- red accompanied rs over the
field TAere stood the old Hougomont
chateau, the walls dented and scratched
and broken and shattered by grapeshot
and cannon ball. There is the we'll in
which 500 dying and dead were pitched
There is the chapel with the head of the
infant Christ shot of. There are the
gates at which for many hours English
and French armies wrestled
Yonder were the 160 guns Of the Eng
lish and the 250 guns Of the French.
Yonder the Hanoverian hussars fed for
the woods. Yonder was the rayine Of
Chain, where the French cavalry, not
knowing there was a hollow in the
ground, rolled over and down, troop
after troop, tumbling into one awful
mass Of suffering, boot 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 after all was shoveled under because
of the malodor arising In that hot month
Of June.
The Lion and the Lamb.
"There," said our guide, "the high
land regiments lay down on their faces
waiting for the moment to spring upon
the foe. In that orchard 2, 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
Ney with bis boot slashed Of a sword,
and his hat off, and his face covered
with powder and blood, tried to rally
his troops as he cried, Come and see
how marshal Of France dies OH thu
battlefeldr From yonder direction
Grouchy was expected for the French re-
enforcement, but he came not. Around
those woods Butcher was looked for to
re-enforce the English, and just in time
he came mp. YOnder is the field where
Napoleon stood, his arm through the
reins of the horses bride. dazed and
insane, trying to 90 back. " Scene from
a battle that went ON from % minutes
to ~ O'Clock, on the 18th Of June, until
4 O'Clock, when the English seemed de-
feated, and their commander cried ont:
Boys, can you think of giving way:
Remember old England" And the tide
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 broken heart, and the
fate Of centuries was decided
No wonder a great mound has teen
reared there hundreds of feet high-a
mound at the expense of millions Of dol
lars and many years in rising-and on
the top is the great Belgian lion Of
bronze, and a grand old lion il Is. But
our great Waterloo was i'll Palestine.
There came day when all hell rode
up, led by Apollyop, and the Captain OF
our salvation confronted them alone,
the Rider on the white horse of the
Apocalypse going out against the black
horse cavalry Of death, and the bat
talions Of the demoniac, and the myr-
midons Of darkness. From II O'Clock at
noon to O'Clock in the afternoon the
greatest battle Of the universe went on.
Eternal destinies were being decided.
All the arrows Of hell pierced our Chief
tain, and the battleaxes struck him un-
til brow and check and shoulder and
hand end foot were incarnadincd with
oozing life, but he fought on until he
gave a final stroke, and the commander
in chief of hell and all his forces fell
back in everlasting ruin, and the vic
tory is ours. And on the mound that
celebrates the triumph we plant this
day two figures, not i'll bronze or iron
or sculptured marble, but two figures Of
living light, the lion Of Judah's tribe
and the Lamb that was slain.