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DES C Es I l y 111V I A  X U  1.1R A A [ A T 1C  RE A DING S.

                               :ad  of the  column  of cuirassiers  reared with frightful  clamor,  and there
                             a opca.ec  three  tin01:sand  faces  with  gray  mnsraehcs,  cryingj  "
                             i '  E'.r.t'. v xn r :   (J1:111a: 1 agea b le,  I a 11  o f fi; f y  and  bent on  ox t c mi i n at i on

                             of the  square  and  cannon,  the  cuirassicrs  saw  between  them  and  tlie
                             English.  "  ditch— a  grave  !   It  was  tlie  sunken  road  of  Ohain,    It
                             *.v:,s  a  fnrfctrV.  rnoniLiit.   There  was  a  ravine,  11 ii looked  for,  vawnintr
                                      k_->                                       '               ’   J    l   s
                             at     v     feet  of  the  horses,  two  fathoms  deep  between  its  double
                             <!       T.k:    road  rank  pushed  in  the  first,    The  horses  reared;
                             rr.rr-"-            ever j  fell  upon  their  hacks;  struggled  with  their
                             f-jt:  :a  : 1   air,  pihag  itp  and  overturning  their  riders.   VVilhout  power
                             :>:=  ra.ria..  the  ■.■.hole  column  was  nothin'’-  but  a  projectile.   The  force
                             i c ;  air id  lo  eru-di  the  English  crashed  the  French.   The  inexorable
                                    c.:uld  ra t  vic’ d  until  iL  was  filled  with  riders  and  horses  rolled
                                to o th e r,  grinding  one  another,  making  common  flesh  in  this dread-
                                 gt-Y;  and  when  this  grave  was full  of  living  men,  the  rest  marched
                             OV '  r.rie   sc cl  Mi.
                                Y\"as  ::  tjos ab 1 e  that  X ap01 eon  si:ou 1 d  win  th«  1 >att 1 e  of  W  ate r1o n  ?
                             We  h.r     t   Mo  r   W h y ?    Because  of  Wellington  ?     Because  of
                             la  .  v s   r   iw.,   because  of  G od!   loir  lionaparL:  to  conquer  at
                              ■s'averW..  v.y.'.  no'.:  i,n  the  lav/  of  the  nineteenth  century.   It  was  time
                                       v - v   man  should  i;dl.   lie   had  been  impeached  before  the
                             Tnfh.hf !   I [e  bad  vexed  God !   Waterloo  was  not  a  battle.   It  was
                             ti\s  chfere/e  of front  of tire  Universe.— V ic t o r   H




                                                   A S L E E P   A T   T H E   5 W S T C H ,


                                  : i L   r e.  Slvng  lhat  I  remember  was  Carlo  tugging  away,
                               J_    Whh  the  sieeve  of  my  coat  fast  in  his  teeth,  palling as  much  as
                                          to say" 2
                             *' Core a,  rrartca  awake,  and  tend  to  the  switch,  lives  now   depend  upon
                                     yo-.l,
                              fbinb  of  the  eonb;  in  the  coining  train  an el  the  graves. yo u ’re  sending
                                     them to ;
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