Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1897-03-27

chauteau, the walls donted and scratched
and broken and shattered by graposhot
and cannon bail. There is the we'll in
which 300 dying and dead were pitched.
There is the chapel with the head of tho
infant Christ shot off. There are the
gates at which for many hours English
and French armies wrestlcd.
Yonder were the 100 guns of tho Eng
lish and the $50 guns of the French.
Yonder the Hanoverian hussars fled for
tho woods. Yonder was the ravine Of
Chain, where the French cavalry, not
knowing there was a hollow i'll the
ground, rolled over and down, troop
after troop, 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 after al was shoveled under because
of the malodor arising in that hot month
Of June.
The Lion and tho 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 his boot slashed Of 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 on the
battlefcldr From yonder direction
Grouchy was expected for the French re-
enforcement, but he came not. Around
those woods Butcher was looked for to
re-cnforce the English, and just in time
he came up. Yonder is the field where
Napoleon stood, his arm through the
reins of the horse's bride, dazed and
insane, trying to go back. F." Scene from
a battle that went OH from 25 minutes
to 10 O'Clock, on the 18th of June, until
4 o'clock, when the English seemed de-
feated, and their commander cried out:
Boys, can you think of giving way?
Remember old England" And the tide
turned, and at s 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 4 great mound has been
reared there hundreds of feet high-a
mound at the expense of millions of dol
lars and many years i'll rising-and on
the top is the great Belgian lion Of
bronze, and grand old lion it is. But
our great Waterloo was in Palestine.
There came day when all hell rode
up, led by Apollyon, 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 demcniac, and the myr-:
miGors of darkness. From 12 o'clock at
rcon TO o'clock in the afternoon the
greatest battle of the universe went on.
Eternal desinies were being decided.
All tie arrows Of he'll pierced our Chief
tain, and the battleaxes struck him IN
til brow and cheek and shoulder and
hand and foot were incarnadined with
oozing life. but he fought Oh until he
gave 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 in bronze or iron
or sculptured marble, but two figures Of
living light, the lion of Judah's tribe
and the Lamb that was slain.