A most original and graphic writer, delineating the battle of Waterloo
, remarked: ‘Here a general of division fell; near by, brigades with their commanders perished; soon the grand old Imperial Guard, that had never known defeat, hurled its front ranks into a yawning chasm of earth that its rear might pass over to meet, upon the fixed bayonets of the hollow squares of Wellington
, a no less certain fate.
And all this, why?
A cowboy said to a general on one bright Sunday morning: “Sire, take this road.”
, seventy-three years old, fired with the spirit of war and revenge, falling from his horse, but mounting again with the alacrity of youth, presses upon the scene, while Wellington
prays that he or night would come.
was won by the accident of a well-directed route.
was doubtless a drawn battle because the Quaker
road was misunderstood.
It was a fearful ordeal to pass from under the cover of the hills that fringed the Crew field, and face the enemy.
I could easily give you examples of personal valor and heroism unsurpassed in war. Of many such, probably none exceeded the gallantry of Captain Martin
, of the 53rd Virginia Infantry, Armistead
And Thomas Fletcher Harwood
, of Co. K (Charles City
Southern Guard), color-bearer in his regiment, who lost a leg there, and is today one of the many maimed survivors of that fight, has a record in the archives at Washington
that will carry his name to the latest posterity.
A century hence the Daughters of the Confederacy will be establishing their right to membership upon these records, as many of Virginia
's fair daughters to-day are building their claims upon the imperfectly kept records of our Revolutionary fathers.