The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1898-04-21

on the battle field Of Waterloo. Start
ing out with the morning train from
Brussels, Belgium, we arrived in about
an hour on that famous spot. "A son
of one who was in the battle, and who
had heard from his father a thousand
times the whole scene recited, accom-
panied us over the field. There stood
the old Hougomont Chateau, the walls
denied, and scratched, and broken, and
shattered by grape shot and cannon
ball. There is the well in which three
hundred dying and dead were pitched.
There is the chapel with the head of
the infant Christ shot off, There are
the gates at which, for many hours,
English and French armies wrestled.
Yonder were the one hundred and six
ty guns of the English, and the two
hundred and fifty guns of the French.
Yonder was the ravine of Chain,
where the Flelch cavalry, not knowing
there was q hollow in the ground, roll
ed over and down, troop after troop,
tumbling into one awful mass Of suf-
fering, hoof of kicking horses against
brow and breast of captains and colon
els and private soldiers, the human and
the beastly groan kept up until, the
day after, all was shoveled under be-
cause of the malodor arising in that
hot month of June.
There" said our guide, 'sthe High
land regiments lay down on their faces
waiting for the moment to spring upon
the foe. In that orchard twenty five
hundred men were cut to pieces. Here
stood Wellington with white lips, and
up that knoll 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 slashed 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 marshal
OF France dies on the battle field
From yonder direction Grouchy was
expected for the French reinforce
ments, but he came not. Around these
woods Butcher was looked for to rein
force 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 go back" Scene of
battle that went on from twenty-five
minutes to twelve o'clock, on the 18th
of June, until o'clock, when the Eng
fish seemed defeated, and their COM
mander cried out, Boys, you can't
think of giving way? Remember old
England!' and the tides turned, and at
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 great mound has been
reared there, hundreds of feet high-a
mound at the expense of millions of
dollars and many years 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 confronted them alone.
The Rider on the white horse of the
Apocalypse going out against the Black
horse cavalry of death. and the bat
talions of the demoniac, and the myr-
midons of darkness. From IL O'Clock
at noon to o'clock in the afternoon
the greatest battle of the universe
went on. Eternal destinies were being
decided. All the arrows of hell pierced
our Chieftain, and battle axes struck
him, until brow and cheek and shout
der and hand and foot were incarna-
dined with oozing life; but he fought
on until he gave a final stroke with
sword from Jehovah's buckler, and the
commander-in-chief of hell and all his
forces fell back in everlasting ruin.
and the victory is ours. And on the
mound that celebrates the triumph we
plant this day two figures. not in
bronze, or iron, or sculptured marble.
but two figures of living light, the liop
of Judah's tribe and the Lamb that was
slain.