New Tabernacle Sermons eBook

Thomas De Witt Talmage
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“There,” said our guide, “the Highland 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 a 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 a marshal of French dies on the battle-field.’  From yonder direction Grouchy was expected for the French re-enforcement, but he came not.  Around those woods Blucher was looked for to re-enforce the English, and just in time he came up.  Yonder is the field where Napoleon stood, his arm through the reins of the horse’s bridle, dazed and insane, trying to go back.”  Scene of a battle that went on from twenty-five minutes to twelve o’clock, on the eighteenth of June, until four o’clock, when the English seemed defeated, and their commander cried out; “Boys, can you think of giving way?  Remember old England!” and the tides turned, and at eight 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 a 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 battalions of the demoniac, and the myrmidons of darkness.  From twelve o’clock at noon to three 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 the battle-axes struck Him, until brow and cheek and shoulder and hand and foot were incarnadined 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 Lion of Judah’s tribe and the Lamb that was slain.

POSTHUMOUS OPPORTUNITY.

    “If the tree fall toward the south or toward the north, in the
    place where the tree falleth there it shall be.”—­Eccles. xi:  3.

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