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Joke ID 48

Work: [1] 'The Book of Humour, ...'(1880, book)
> Transcription: [39] from page s: 39-41
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The English Guards at Waterloo.

Captain Gronow says :— The Guards had what in modern battues is called a hot corner of it, and the greatest" gluttons" (and we had many such) must have allowed,when night came on,that theyhad had fighting enough. Iconfess thatIam to this day astonished that any ofus remainedalive. From eleven o'clock tillseven we werepounded with shot and shell at long and short range, wereincessantly pottedat by tirailleurs who keptup a most biting fire, constantly charged by immense masses of cavalry, who seemed determined to go in and win, preceded as their visits were by a terrific fire of artillery ; and, last of all, we were attackedby "la Vieille Garde" itself. But here we came to the end of our long and fiery ordeal. The French veterans, conspicuous by theirhighbearskin caps and loftystature, on breasting the ridge behindwhich we were at that time, were met by a fearful fire of artillery and musketry, which swept away wholemasses of those valiant soldiers; and, while indisorder, they were chargedby us with complete success, and driven in utter rout and discomfiture down the ravine. The Prussians having now arrived in force on the French right, a general advance of the whole line was ordered, and the day was won. During the battle our squares presented a shocking sight. Inside we were nearly suffocated by the smoke and smell from burnt cartridges. It was impossible to move a yard without treading upon a woundedcomrade,or upon the bodies of the dead;and the loud groans of the wounded and dying weremost appalling. At four o'clock our square was a perfect hospital, being full of dead, dying, and mutilated soldiers. The charges of cavalry werein appearance very formidable, but in reality a great relief, as the artillery could no longer fire on us : the very earth shook under the enormous mass of men and horses. Inever shall forget the strange noise our bullets made against the breastplates of Kellerman's and Milhaud's cuirassiers,six or seven thousand in number, who attacked us with great fury. Ican only compare it, with a somewhat homely simile, to the noise of a violent hail-storm beating upon panes of glass.

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  • Book title: The Book of Humour, Wit & Wisdom. A manual of table-talk. [By L. C. Gent?]]
  • Date: 1880
  • Joke taken from: Page 39
  • Book Editor: GENT, L. C.
  • City: London, Edinburgh
  • Country: England, Scotland
  • Added by: ben
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