The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1916-04-06

| lion tnlIStlnR TOT the OlOOQ OF an enemy
and here are the veterans of many wars
men who have won brilliant victories with
scarcely struggle, they lie waiting in
readiness for their foe like crouching tiger
watches the APPROACH of rival, ready to rend
| him limb from limb, At last these mighty
hosts rush upon each other amid the crash
of shells and giving utterance to shrill cries
that seem more like the shrek of wild beasts
than those of human creatures. They bat
tie all day and as night mercifully draws
her dark mantle over the bloody scene we
here the dying groans of brothers, husbands
and fathers who will never again return to
the home that bravely sent them forth in
answer to duty's call. The lion has de-
feated the tigers and Napoleon with his
| shattered fortunes is carried along by his
dazed troops in his last earthly defeat. The
| second time he abdicated and was banished
to St. Helena, small and rocky island I'M
der English authority and here, upon this
isolated spot, after many months of insid-
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immoral degenerate of boosted English aris-
| tocracy, this man whose name shall con-
tinue to posterity emblematic of power died
with but few true friends about his bed
side. Just as mans last thoughts on this
earth are of the place where and the people
among whom his happiest hours were spent,
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substance of his life's ambition in his asst
words: BURY me on the banks of The Seine
among the people loved so WE'LL
In 1910 the mist aoated from the eyes of
France and she, seeing and realizing the re-
suits of Napoleon's work, fulfilled his last
wish by taking his remains home and plac-
ing them in the soil of his beloved France.
Thousands have stood and gazed, SPELL
bound with wonder and admiration, at the
most marvellous conception of dreamer's
mind ever made visible by the hand of man,
that wonderfully beautiful edi6ce made
holy as the last home of ancient love-
the Taiz Mahal of India, but people
so held mute by awe, have given no
thought to the origin of the scene they
view and the sanctuary within. No! They
think of and see only the harmony of col
oring and the symmetry of outline there dis
played. Now come to Paris and approach
that mausoIeum wherein was placed all the
remaining mortal evidence of this mans
do
stop without to look upon Italian marble,
intricate carving and columned strength!
No. you, with hat in hand and head bowed
go within and there stand in an atmosphere
made sacred by mems spiritual worship of
this mans material accomplish ment.
Let us now go to the Isle of St. Helena
leon his last walking day upon earth.
There he stands-silent alone, shrunken in
figure but magnihed in mind. He is there
by the side of that great rock that stands.
a sentinel, guarding the inland from the
rush of the restless waters. He is not by
memory's power receiving the tumultuous
acclaim of admiring multitudes in noble
Versailles nor is he dreaming of the marble
halls and tapestried chambers of Imperial
Fauntainbleau. No. All glories of finite
conquest are gone from him and he is look
ing into the infinite. He sees the mighty
river Acheron, immutable and majestic,
cutting in twain all visible into the lands of
"Here'' and Over there Here" in
part he sees gently rolling hills and verdant
plains, peopled with happy few who rose
superior to temptations Power: and part,
sharp, rough and appalling crevices filled
with the refuse of exultant and gloating
Evil But, cover there" he sees the gilt
tering minarets and golden shores Of Heav-
en- S eternal home, and standing by the wat
er's brim in flowing robes of purified white,
he sees the spirits of those who have gone
before, with faces illumed with immortal
love and arms outstretched for a welcoming
home. At lasr, as he slowly sinks upon
his knee, there is given to US by the mar
velous power of reciprocal thought, this
word painting of his vision of Immortality:
81 kneel and think as the sunsets gold,
is flushing o 'er river and hill and shore; l
am this day close by the waters cold and
list for the sound of the boatmans oar
But look? catch CLEAN of the tapping
sail, hear the boat as it gains the strand:
l shall soon pass from sight with the boat
man pale to the better shore of the Spirit
Land. I'll meet you, loved ones, who
there wait for me and gloriously sweet will
that meeting be: for over this river, this
mystic river, Gods angel of Peace has now
come for me-