The Houston daily post. [volume] (Houston, Tex.) 1886-1903, 1898-05-30
IN THE FIELDOF LITERATURE

THE Sword Of tho Pyramids" by Edward
Lyman BILL f. Tcnnyson Nicely, publisher,
New York. Cloth. price sl.l5.
This Is n story Of many wars. The heio.
Almond Breton. describes the lloCdiest bat-
ties of secession through which he had FOL
loved tho fortunes Ct Lee" Later h. Joins
Maximilian in Mexltc and dies with him on
the scafFold Meanwhile he receives what pur-
ports to be long concealed letter from his
father, Marshal Noy, IN which the ompcrors
| favorlte marshal gives among other things =
word picture OF Napolcons last battle.
| As write says Marshal Ney, It all comes
back TO me. can see the emperor as he
cnmo dashing down and said to me: "You
rust break that center o, the day Is lost"
The old guard was there the flower uf the
imperial army. the men who had on many a
| field withstood the deadly eadon hall. With
nodding plumes and flashing sabres we arc
moving across tn, plain. At the sight Of
| that soldierly column. IN all the brilliant PAM
oply of war the English cease for an instant
their death dealing batteries. A hull In the
storm, and the next moment the plain Is hall
swept. carrying to earth BY the hundreds tho
very flower OF the French army. on! Do
they fater? No--true f'renchmen, uD to the
| very muZIIe Oh inc guns. lucy HlVfc' ibrs
reel stagger back--icsh and blood can not
stand against that awful rain from close-
! shotted guns. Back. for France. Back they
turn. Fresh men press on and I'll up tho
omptlod ranks What is that from over that
low ridge. A long line of men. They wear
glttorng helmets. have seen them before
| They are Blucher's, and thirty thousand
strong Stand your ground men-and now
! for tho last charge of the old guard. We reel.
we staeger back What Is that? Fresh cav
airy on our right flank; and Blucher's troops
/ In our 'front.' Steady, mcn-Grouchy viii b.
here to help us. Soldiers Of France, stand
as you>stood at Auscrlitz Al, God W. are
moving backward Where are Grouchy's frcsh
troops to aid us? Not hero, and the timo
is long past. Another halt-anothor horse;
four did yon gay have gone down under me?
What matter-thls is our last stand, soldiers
Of tho empire. Shoulder to shoulder. close up
the ranks. thnnlng! Well never show the
enemy the back Of Frenchman. The tide
Is strong; we can stem It; but whore Is
Grouchy? Don't mako rout. Gle whore You
stand Sti we etaggcr tumble backwaid-.
VIC reel Waterloo Is lost!
"Iiasson: n Felloh." by Horny Gilman. Lit
,le, Brown q Co.. Boston. Mass Cloth: price.
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