Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1898-04-21

| OF Obloquy IN the Auburn court room
was the first step of the stairs Of fame
| up which he went to the top, or Ia
! within one step of the top, that last de.
MED him through the treachery OF
American politics. Nothing sublimer
was ever seen in an American court
room than William Ii. Seward, WITHOUT
reward, standing between the furious
populace and the loathsome imbecile.
Substitution!
In the realm of the fine arts there
was as remarkable an instance. A
brilliant but hypercriticised painter,
Joseph William Turner, was met by a
volley of abuse from all the art CALLER
les Of Europe. His paintings, which
have since won the applause of all civ
ilized nations, "The Fifth Plague of
Egypt" FISHERMEN on Lee Shore in
Squally Weather." "Calais Pier" "The
Sun Rising Through Mist" and dido
Building Carthage, where then targets
for critics to shoot at. In defense of
this outrageously abused man, young
author of "a years, just one year out of
college, came forth with his pen and
wrote the ablest and most famous es-
say on art that the world ever saw or
ever will see-John Russin's Modern
Painters" For II years this author
fought the battle of the maltreated
artist, and after, in poverty and bro
ken-heartedness, the painter had
died and the public tried to
undo their cruelties toward him by
giving him big funeral and burial in
st. Paul's cathedral, his old-time friend
took out of Il tin box 10000 pieces OF
paper containing drawings by the old
painter, and through many weary, un-
compensated months assorted and ar
ranged them for public observation.
People say John Ruskin in his old days
is cross, misanthropic and morbid.
Whatever he may do that he ought not
to do, and whatever he may say that
he ought not to say between now and
his death, he will leave this world in
solvent us far as it has any capacity to
pay this authors pen for his chivalric
and Christian defense of poor paint
er's pencil. John RuslSin for William
Turner. Blood for blood. Substitu-
ton.
1t was most exciting day spent on
the battlefield of Waterloo. Starting
out with the morning train from l1rus-
sells, belgium, we arrived in about an
hour on the famous spot. A son of one
who was in the battle, who had heard
from his father thousand times the
whole scene recited, accompanied
US over the field. There stood the
old llougomont chateau, the walls
denied, and scratched, and broken,
and shattered by grapeshot and
cannon-bnll. There is the well in
which 800 dying and dead were pitch ed.
There Is the chapel with the head of
the infant Christ shot off, There are
the gates ut which, for many hours.
English and French armies wrestled.
Yonder were the 100 guns of the En-.
glish, and the $50 guns of the French,
Ionder the llanoverian hussars fed
for the woods,
londer was the ravine of Chain,
whore the French cavalry, not know.
ing there was u hollow in 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 grown 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, 1.-The High
land regiments lay down on their faces
waiting for the moment to spring upon
the foe, In that orchard $500 men
were cut to pieces. Here stood Well
ington with white lips, and up that
knob rode Marshal Ney on his sixth
horse. ave having been Shot under him.
Here the ranks of the French broke,
and Marshal Ney, with his boot slashcd
Of II 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 mar
shal OF France dies ON the bat
tlcheld. From yondrr direction
urouchy was expected for the French
Around those woods Bluchcr was
looked Tor To rc-cntOrCG the English,
and just in time he came up. Wonder
is the field where Napoleon stood, his
arms through the reins of the horses
bride, dazed and insane, trying
to go back, Scene of battle
that went on from Is minutes
to ~ o'clock on June Is
until four o'clock, when the
English seemed defeated, and their
commander cried Boys, you can't
think of giving way? Remember old
England" and the tides 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 u great mound has been
reared there hundreds Of feet high-a
mound at the expense of millions of
dollars 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 Palestine. There
came day when all hell
rode up, led by Apollyon, and
the Captain of our salvation con-