The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1898-05-19
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censures and excited fears, and tell me
where among my neighbors or my fell
lowmen, where, even in his heart, I
can expect to find a sentiment,
thought, not to say of reward or Of ac-
acknowledgement or even of recognition.
Gentlemen, you may think of this evil
dence what you please, bring in what
verdict you can, but asseverate before
Heaven and you, that, to the best of
my knowledge and belief, the prisoner
at the bar does not at this moment
know why it is that my shadow falls
on you instead of his own.
The gallows got its victim, but the
post mortem examination of the poor
creature showed to all the surgeons
and to all the world that the public
We're wrong, and William II. Seward
was right, and that hard, stoney step
of obloquy in the Auburn court room
was the first step of the stairs of fame
up which he went to the top, or to
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 H. Seward, without
reward, standing between the furious
populace and the loathsome imbecile.
Substitution!
1t was most exciting day spenton
the battlefield of Waterloo. Starting
out with the morning train from Brus-
sells, Belgium, we arrived in about an
hour on the famous spot. A son of one
~. ~, ho hot
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 shattered by grape-shot and
cannon-ball. There is the we'll in
which 800 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 16o guns of the En-
glish, and the 250 guns of the French,
Yonder the Hanoverian hussars fled
for the woods,
Yonder was the ravine of Ohain,
where the French cavalry, not know
ing there was a 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 colonels 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.
IT 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 $500 men
were cut to pieces. Here stood Well
ington with white lips, and up that
knob 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 slashcd
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 mar
shall of France dies on the bat
tletield.' From yonder direction
Grouchy was expected for the French
reinforcement, but he came not.
Around those woods Blucher was
looked for to re-enforce the English,
| and just in time he came up. Yonder
is the field where Napoleon stood, his
arms through the reins of the horses
bride, dazed and insane, trying
| to 20 back" Scene of a battle
that went on from 25 minutes
l n
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 a 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 a day when all hell
rode up, led by Apollyon, and
the Captain of our salvation con-
fronted them alone. The rider on the
white horse of the Apocalypse going
out against the black horse cavalry OF
death, and the battalio1s OF the de-
moniac, and the myrmidons of dark
ness. From II o'clock at noon to
3 o'clock in the afternoon the
greatest battle of the univers went
on. Eternal destinies were being de-
cided. All the arrows of hell pierced
our Chieftain, and the battie-axes
struck Him, until brow and cheek and
shoulder and hand and foot were in
carnadined with ooziny life; bat lie
fought on until He gave final stroke
with sword from Jehovah's buckler
and the commander-in-chief OF he'll
and all his forces fell back in ever
lasting ruin, and the victory is oars.
And on the mound that celebrates the
triumph we plant this day two figures,
not in bronze, or iron, o. scllpsured
marble, but two figures OF living light