The age-herald., 1900-06-18


 Thou wilt be inclined for pleasure and
 company. and wilt spend thy money fast;
 avoid speculation, and do not travel or l change"
 'rhe young may court
 "A child born on this day will be fond of
 pleasure and society and will spend its
 money therein, and keep itself very poor. If female she will get bad husband.
 Hire maidseryants; set geese, ducks, I and turkeys; go a-fshing.'
 Eighty-dve years ago exactly or on | June 1S 1S15 there was fought the battle of Waterloo in beautiful Belgium Hay ing regard to it's general effect upon the human race, Waterloo was the most de- | cisive battle ever fought, and, leaving San | Juan Hill apart to itself as pre-eminently | great the fight between the allies under | Wellington and tho French under Napoleon was one of the mightiest conflicts in his | tory The immortal Englishman and the | immortal Corsican loomed up as greatest ! of figures until they were shadowed by the l hero Teddy Roosevelt, who won fame by | the valor of the Tenth Cavalry, a negro | regiment of the American army, on the ensanguined slopes of the Cuban hill of l San Juan, Wellington and Napoleon are l forgot in this age of real heroism Teddy l Roosevelt is the most masterful and l mighty military marvel of war, and he is
 our'n-our ownest own genius. Grouchy didn't arrive to aid his imperial master at 1 Waterloo but Butcher did join Wellington
 and drink beer and help to make thous- l ands of pages of history. A New York white regiment fell down in fear on San l Juan, but the negro regiment got there l in great shape, actually treading the l footses of the white honeys, and thereby I making Teddy Roosevelt the most lumin- ous figure in the wars history, and in | cidentally the leader of the worlds most 1 corrupt politics; lieutenant of a political l corruptonist, Governor of the Empire | State of rottenness, and prospective Presi- l dent of the ''empire" republic of worse l rottenness. Mighty magic of military | masterfuness. It is true very few sol l diers were slain at San Juan, there being very few there; but all the greater looms the glory of Teddy Roosevelt. There is no
 record of any visit paid by Mrs. Yelling l ton to the scene of the licking her hubby gave to that rascaly Nap; but Mrs. Roose- l N6ll NlSiltu llie SCele Ol Htl ONll nuDp9 S 1 immortal daring, and she and Teddy thus 1 piled it on to MT. and Mrs. Wellington. 1 The field of Waterloo, whereon the world reeled and staggered, and half of it fell, | just eighty-five years ago, is now given 1 over to wheat, beets and potatoes, and forms one of the quietest and sweetest cor
 ners of the great garden of beautiful Bel 1 gium. Except for the hideous mound built l by a Belgian in honor of the ''valor' of his cowardly countrymen, who away l from the fight, the field is today very
 much as it was when the battle was fought. | The deep ditch or gully, which broke the
 line of the French vavalry and defeated | Napoleon, is not there In point of fact, 1 it never was there. The crest of the slight l hill behind which Wellington stood and | didn't cry, "Up Guards, and at 'em," is I as 1t was; so are Huguemont farm, La l Belle Alliance the village of Waterloo, and l the other historic points of the field. The garden wall of red brick at Hugemont,
 which the French soldiers, seeing it through
 a hedge, mistook for British readcoated l soldiers, still stands and bears distinctly
 the marks of French bullets. The little ap- l dead British soldiers lay is apple orchard l still, and the farmhouse well that was l filled with dead and dying soldiers remains
 hole in the ground, though it is no long
 CT used. The plastered walls of the we'll | house are marked by the names and ad- 1 dresses-of a million or two of fools, chiefly 1 Americans There is an inn, shop and a | museum near the Belgian mound where | vile wine thin Brussels beer, and bullets | fired in the great battle of 1915, but manu- | factured in Birmingham, England in this 1 year of our Lord 1900, are sold to fools. l There are pictures and books also on sale;
 and peasant girls smrk and say soft noth- 1 ings in the soft tongue of Flanders until
 one must needs buy.
 | Thus saith a Birmingham Alabamian | who spent quiet and dreamy days wander | ing over Waterloo's hills and dells in a | Junetime that is done. He was followed | for time by a peasant maid who elected to be his guide. She was a jolly little thing with blue-eyes, tanned face, and hair like | tow; not uncomely, as peasant maids go.
 Her prattlng patois had tendency to lull
 him to repose so long she didn't try to | instruct him in historic sense Being a | y,
 cred immediately that as a guide she | wasn't a guide; and so, with some skill, he | induced her to talk of herself instead of
 the battle. When fatigued they would l seek an estaminet, and there he would lis- | ten by the hour to the rustic cackle of the | Belgian fields. But-that is another story | We are undoubtedly passing through
 "rainy June" said by many persons to | be always promising of abundant crops | and held by many other persons to be | always disastrous to crops. There was | never yet any weather that satisfied every | body Every fair day is too fair or not
 fair ''enough;' every rainy day is ''too'' | rainy not rainy enough There are | some folk who would object to the gold 1 pavements of the new Jerusalem holding l that silver were the better material
 There is a preacher in Augusta, Ga, who | recently preached on the subject of | whether the Lord would wear silk hat if
 he were now earth. He reminds one