The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1898-04-23

OuDSIlJullOn.
In the realm Of the fine arts there
was as remarkable an instance. A
brilliant but hypercriticised painter,
Joseph William Turner, was met by
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 Ruskin's Modern
Painters" For II years this author
fought the battles 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 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 as far as it has any capacity to
pay this authors pen for his chivalric
and Christian defense of a poor paint
er's pencil. John Ruskin 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 Brus-
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 Hougomont chateau, the walls
dented, and scratched, and broken,
and shattered by grape-shot and
cannon-ball There is the well in
which 800 dying and dead were pitched.
There is the chapel with the head of
the infant Christ shot off. There are
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English and French armies wrestled.
Yonder were the 100 guns of the En-
glish, and the $50 guns of the French,
Yonder the Hanoverian hussars fed
for the woods,
Yonder was the ravine of Chain,
where the French cavalry, not know
ing there was 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, "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.
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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 Le
cried: Come and see how mar
shall of France dies on the bat
tleheld. From yonder direction
Grouchy was expected for the French
reinforcement, 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
arms through the reins OF the horse /
bride, dazed and insane, trying
to go back" Scene of a battle
that went on from 20 minutes
to IL o'clock on June Ii
until four o'clock, when the
English seemed defeated, and their
commander cried Boys, you can't
think of giving way? Remember ole
England!" and the tides turned, and al
elgnu 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 beer
reared there-hundreds OF feet highs
mound at the expense of millions o.
dollars in rising, aud on the top is the
great Belgian hon of bronze, and &
grand old lion it is. But our great
Waterloo was in Palestine. There
came day when all hel
rode up, led by Apollyon, anc
the Captain of our salvation con
: fronted them alone. The rider on thu
white horse of the Apocalypse goinl
out against the black morse cavalry o
death, and the battalions of the de
monlac, and the myrmldons of dark
, ness. From IL O'CLOCK at noon Il
! 3 o'clock in the afternoon tn
! greatest battle of the univers wen
on. Eternal destinies were being de
, cided. All the arrows Of hell pierce'
our Chieftai.i, and the battle-aXes
struck Him, until brow and cheek anC
shoulder and hand and foot were in
e carnadned with oozing life; but IL
d. fought on until He gave final strok
with sword from Jehovah's buckler
= and the commander-in-chief of hal
: and all his forces fell back in ever
= lasting ruin. and the victory is onrS