The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1897-03-26


on his own footstool. He came from
the top of glory to the bottom OF hui
initiation. and changed q circumfer-
ence seraphic for circumference dia-
bolic. Once waited on by angels, now
hissed at by brigands. From afar and
high up he came down; past meteors
swifter than they; by starry thrones.
himself more lustrous; past larger
worlds to smaller worlds; down stairs
OF ornaments, and from cloud to
cloud, and through tree-tops and into
the camel's stall, to thrust his shout-
der under our burdens and take the
lances Of pain through his vitais, anu
wrapped himself in all the agonies
which we deserve for our misdoings.
and stood on the splitting decks of a
laundering vessel, amid the drenching
surf OF the sea, and passed midnights
on the mountains amid wild beasts OF
prey, and stood at the point where all
earthly and Internal hostilities charged
on him at once with their keen sabres
our Substitute!
The most exciting and overpowering
day Of one summer was the day spent
on the battlefield of Waterloo. Starting
out with the morning train from Brus-
sells, Belgium, we arrived in about an
hour on that famous spot. A son of one
who was in the battle, and who had
heard from his father thousand times
the whole scene recited, accompanied
us over the field. There stood the old
Hougomont Chateau, the walls dented,
and scratched. and broken, and shat
tered by grape-shot and cannon-ball.
There is the we'll in which three hun
dred dying and dead were pitched.
There is the chapel with the head Of
the infant Christ shot off. There are
the gates at which, for many hours,
English and French armies wrestled.
Yonder were the one hundred and six
ty guns Of the English, and the two
hundred and fifty guns OF the French.
Yonder the Hanoverian Hussars fled
for the woods. Yonder was the rayine
Of Chain, where the French cavalry
not knowing there was hollow
in the ground, rolled over and down.
troop after troop, tumbling into one
awful mass of suffering. hoof of kick
ing horses against brow and breast OF
captains and colonies and private SOL
diers, 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.
There" said our guide, "the High
land regiments lay down on their faces
waiting for the moment to spring upon
the foe. In thai orchard twenty-five
hundred men were cat to pieces. Here
stood Wellington with white lips, and
up that knoll rode Marshal Ney on his
sixth horse, five having been shot I'M
der him. Here the ranks OF the French
broke, and Marshal Ney, with his 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 a marshal
of France dies on the battlefield
From yonder direction Grouchy was
expected for the French REINFORCE
ment, but he came not. Around those
woods Butcher was looked for to re-
enforce the English, and just in time
he came up. Yonder is the field where
Napoleon stood, his arm through the
reins of horses bride. dazed and in
sane. trying to go back" Scene from a
battle that went on from twenty-five
minutes to twelve o'clock, on the
eighteenth of June, until four O'Clock.
when the English seemed defeated
and their commander cried out: Boys.
can you think of giving way? Remem-
her old Englandw and the tide turned
and at eight 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 been
reared there, hundreds of feet high.
a mound at the expense of millions of
dollars and many years in rising, and
on the top is the great Belgian lion of
bronze, and a grand old lion it is
But our great Waterloo was in Pales-
tine. 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 battalions of the de-
moniac, and the myrmidons of dark
ness. From twelve o'clock at noon to
three 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
Chienfain, and the battle-axes struck
him, until brow and cheek and Shout
der and hand and foot were incarna
dined with oozing life; but he fought
on until he gave final stroke and tho
of hell and all his
forces fell back in everlasting ruin,
and the victory 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