The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-04-23

| 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 n Lee Shore in
| Squally Weather" ''Calais Pier" 1.-The
Sun Rising Through Mist" and "Dido
Building Carthage" where then targets
for critics to shoot at. In defense o,
this outrageously abused man, "a 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
artist, and after, in poverty and bro
Observation-Disclosures, the painter had
| died and the public tried to
undo their cruclties toward him by
! giving him big funeral and burial in
! st. Paul 5 cathedral, his old-time friend
took out OF II tin box $4,000 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 Rusi<in i'll his old days
! is cross, misanthropie 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
1 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 de ensc of a poor psint-
/ er's pencil Jonn RusIlin for vii lam
4 Turner. Blood for blood. Substt tu-
/ ton.
1t was most exciting day / spcn, on
| the battlefield of Waterlooi Starti nc
! out with the morning train from Brus-
sells, Belgium, we arrived in about an
/ hour ON the famous spot. \ son OF one
who was n the batt,c, who had heard
4 from his father a thousand times the
/ whole scene recited, accompanied
us over the field. There stood the
old llougomont chateau, the walls
/ dented, and scratched, and broken,
and shattered by grapc-shot and
! cannon-balI. There is the we'll in
which 300 dying and dead were pitch cd.
! 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 wrestlcd.
/ Wonder were the 100 guns of the En-
elisa, and the go guns OF the French,
! Gonder the lIanoverian hussars fled
for the woods,
Gonder was the ravine of o hahn
! where 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 = 800 men
were cut to pieces. Here stood Well
| ington with white lips, and up that
knob rode Marshal Ncy on his sixth
horse, five having been shot under him.
Here the ranks of the French broke,
(, and Marshal Ney, with his boot slashed
of Il sword, and his hat of, and his
face covered with powder and blood,
tried to rally his troops as he
! cried: Come and see how IA mar
shall of France dies on the bat
! tleheld. From yondcr 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. Ionder
is the iield where Napoleon stood, his
arms through the reins of the horse S
bride, dazed and insane, trying
I to go back Scene of battle
that went on from 25 minutes
| to II o'clock on June Is
until four o'clock, when the
I 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 Win broken neart, ana the late
of centuries was decided.
No wonder 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
grand old lion it is. But our grea,
Waterloo was in Palestine. Their,
came day when all hel
rode up, led by Apollyon, an.
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 oil
death, and the battalions of tls de-
moniac, and the myrmidons of iark.
ness. From IL o'clock at nooL to
3 o'clock in the afternoon ne
greatest battle of the univers wci I
ON. Eternal destinics were being de
cided. All the arrows of hell pierced
our Chieftain, and the battle-axes
struck Him, until brow and cheek ant
shoulder and hand aud foot were in
carnadined with ooziny life; but lie
fought on until He gave final stroke