The storm continued to rage with very nearly the same violence till
eight o'clock, A.M. About nine the clouds began to disperse, and before
ten the day cleared up.
About eight, the Commissary presented us with a tolerable allowance of
beef, but the value of it might have been saved to the country, for few
deigned to look at it. This present was soon followed by another of
a more acceptable kind, however,--brandy, which met with a much more
kindly welcome.
The enemy shewing no disposition to resume the offensive, we were
withdrawn from our advanced position in the puddle, to a dry one
considerably in rear of it. Here we lighted fires, pulled off our
jackets, shoes, &c. and endeavoured to make ourselves as comfortable
as existing circumstances would permit. In hopes of procuring a little
repose, we had begun to construct huts, in one of which three of us
were fast asleep, when the sound of the bugles called us to prepare
for a renewal of the scenes of the 16th.
Hark, the din of distant war,
How noble is the clangour,
Pale death ascends his ebon car,
Clad in terrific anger.
At this interesting period of the day, the different corps of the
allied army occupied the following positions:--
The road from Brussels to Charleroi, by Quatre-Bras, first traverses
the forest of Soignies, then runs through the village of Waterloo, a
few hundred yards in front of it. About a mile farther, the road passes
the farm-house of Mount St John, where the highway branches into two
roads, the right leading to Nivelles, the other to Charleroi. At the
distance of a mile from Mount St John, and on the brow of an eminence,
stands the farm-house of La-Belle-Alliance. The centre of the allied
army occupied the farm of Mount St John; the right wing extended along
the eminence as far as Braine-la-Leude, and the left rested on the farm
of Ter-la-Haye. In front of the British position, the ground sloped
gently towards the valley, from which, to the summit of the ridge on
which the French army was posted, it rose in the same gradual and easy
manner. The direct distance between the two positions varied from a
thousand to fifteen hundred paces, and the extreme length of the field
of battle was about two miles.
The first British division occupied that part of the position called
the right centre, in front of which stood the chateau of Hougomont.
The light companies of the Guards, some Belgic, and a few Brunswick
troops, were thrown into the orchard and woods surrounding the house.
The chateau and garden were occupied by the Coldstream Guards, and
the remaining portions of the division were posted in rear of their
companions, to support them in case of necessity.
The third division formed the left centre, from which some Hanoverians
and light troops from the King's German Legion, were detached to the
farm-house of La Haye Sainte, situated near the bottom of the ridge,
on the left of the road to Charleroi. The second division took post on
the right of the first, and the fourth division on the right of the
second. The latter, forming the right of the army, had its advanced
posts at Braine-la-Leude. The fifth division was posted on the left of
the third, and crowned a height, which rose gradually from the highway
for nearly half-a-mile, in the direction of Ter-la-Haye. Along the
brow of the ridge run a hedge from the centre to the extreme left,
behind which our artillery were stationed, completely out of the
enemy's view. In front of the hedge stood, ready for action, a brigade
of Belgian infantry, each flank protected by a brigade of artillery,
their rear supported by our brigade, a brigade of Hanoverian infantry,
and Sir William Ponsonby's brigade of heavy cavalry. The Belgian
infantry, commanded by the Prince Weimar, formed the extreme left, and
were supported by the fourth brigade of British cavalry. The greater
proportion of the cavalry were posted in rear of the centre, and right
and left centre infantry columns, and the foreign troops were chequered
with the British.
About eleven o'clock, Napoleon, with a numerous staff, appeared on the
heights immediately opposite to our division. The imperial cortege was
no sooner observed by our artillery, than they greeted it with a royal
salute. At first the French Chief seemed to relish the compliment paid
him, but conceiving, no doubt, that we were rather troublesome with our
_manners_, he soon turned the head of his horse and rode off.
A little after this, we were honoured with a visit from the late Duke
of Richmond, who had travelled from Brussels that morning to pay his
personal respects to the Duke of Wellington. After congratulating the
officers present on their miraculous deliverance on the 16th, the Duke
informed us that he had just seen our General-in-chief, who calculated
on a glorious victory before evening, Prince Blucher and thirty-five
thousand Prussians being on their march to our assistance. The effects
which this communication produced on the minds of the soldiers was
truly astonishing. Joy beamed on their countenances, and victory during
the remainder of the day was never from their view. But it may be
fairly doubted whether the speedy prospect of being succoured by the
Prussians, or the two following verses, produced the most powerful
effect on the hearts of the Highlanders.
Now's the day, and now's the hour,
See the front of battle lour,
See approach Napoleon's power,
Chains and slavery.
Lay the proud Usurper low,--
Tyrant's fall in every foe,
Liberty's in every blow,
Let us do or die!
These lines, chaunted by one of their own number, who altered them
to suit the occasion, were received as they ought to be by every
inhabitant of these realms, when threatened with the vengeance of a
foreign despot.
At half-past eleven Jerome Bonaparte descended the heights on the left
of La Belle Alliance, at the head of his division, and attacked our
light troops in the front of Hougomont. His march was considerably
retarded by our artillery, almost the first shot from which killed and
wounded several of his men. Having at length arrived in the vicinity of
Hougomont, the French attacked the Guards with great spirit, but for
some time gained very little ground. Their assaults, which were made
with great impetuosity, were met and repelled by the garrison with the
most determined bravery. The foreign troops, originally associated with
the British in the defence of this post, having retired, the whole
duty devolved upon the Guards, who throughout the day showed that the
trust could not have been reposed in better hands. Attack succeeded
attack,--round shot, shell, grape shot and musketry were poured into
the place in the greatest profusion, without producing any unfavourable
impression on the garrison. Every avenue to the old mansion was
contested with an obstinacy seldom equalled. Every tree was contended
for as if the prize had been a kingdom. No neutral walls or hedges were
permitted; the one party or the other behoved to be absolute possessor.
The gates of the Chateau and court-yard were assailed by the enemy with
a bravery bordering on frenzy, but our troops having loop-holed the
walls, fired thence on their fierce antagonists with such fatal effect,
that not only were they driven back, but the ground around covered with
their dead. For an hour and a-half this tragedy was acted at Hougomont.
Enraged, at length, at the obstinate defence of the gallant Byng and
his handful of guards, Napoleon turned his attention to the left wing
and centre, with the view of wreaking his vengeance on us for his
defeat at the Chateau.
About one o'clock he opened a most tremendous fire upon our division,
from a numerous artillery planted along the ridge on which his
infantry were posted. Under cover of this cannonade, he pushed forward
three columns of infantry, each from three to four thousand strong,
towards the heights we occupied. With loud shouts of Vive l'Empereur,
the left column attacked the farm-house of La-Haye-Sainte, while
the right column, supported by the third, moved against the Belgian
troops, immediately in front of our brigade. The Belgians assailed
with terrible fury, returned the fire of the enemy for some time with
great spirit. But on the approach of the French, they shifted their
ground, and retired behind the hedge, which, although it afforded
them no shelter from the enemy's fire, yet concealed them from their
view. Here, on seeing themselves well supported, they shewed a little
more courage, and although exposed to a heavy fire, they maintained
their ground with considerable firmness, until the enemy having gained
possession of La-Haye-Sainte, by putting every one of the garrison to
the sword, increased the numbers of the assailants.
Under cover of his artillery, Bonaparte caused the right and left
columns formerly mentioned, supported by the third column, to move
forward and attack the heights on which our division was posted. With
drums beating, colours flying, and eagles soaring above their huge
head-dresses, the enemy advanced in solid column to the attack. Their
progress was considerably retarded by the fire of our artillery, and
vollies of musketry from the Belgian infantry, till the enemy having
almost gained the summit of the ridge, our allies partially retired
from the hedge. At the entreaty of their officers, the greater part of
them again returned to their posts, but it was merely to satisfy their
curiosity, for they almost immediately again retired without firing a
shot. The officers exerted themselves to the utmost to keep the men at
their duty, but their efforts were fruitless, and at length the whole
corps took fairly to their heels.
The post thus abandoned by Les-Brave-Belges, was instantly re-occupied
by the third battalion Royals, and second battalion 44th regiment.
Those two weak battalions poured on the assailants a heavy fire of
musketry, but the latter continued to advance with unflinching courage,
till they succeeded in compelling our friends also to retire from the
hedge.
Every one was now convinced that our affairs had approached an
important crisis, and that an attempt to arrest the torrent, must
instantly be made, or the heights, and with them the victory, yielded
to the enemy. The Belgians had left us; the Royals and 44th had also
retired to our rear, and the 42nd regiment being posted on an important
spot considerably to our left, from which they could not move, the
hazardous attempt devolved upon the 92nd regiment, then about _two
hundred and thirty strong_.
On arriving at the hedge, the enemy formed in close column, opposed
to us a front not larger than our own, but then they had ten similar
fronts to support the one in view. In fact, their numbers were
_three thousand_, ours _two hundred and thirty_. Perceiving the
urgent state of affairs, and the absolute necessity that existed of
adopting some decisive measures, Sir Denis Pack, said, with much
earnestness,--"_Ninety-second, you must charge! ALL the troops in your
front have given way!_" To this not very encouraging address, the
regiment responded with cheers, and then advanced to measure bayonets
with their enemies. For some time the latter appeared resolved to give
us a meeting, but on arriving within thirty paces of them, the whole
column completely panic struck, wheeled to the right-about, and in the
utmost confusion, attempted to escape. But it was now too late; for
on perceiving the disorderly manner in which the French infantry were
retiring, Sir William Ponsonby rushed forward with the 1st, 2nd, (Scots
Greys) and 6th regiments of heavy dragoons, cut his way through them
as far as the valley--killed and wounded an immense number--captured
two eagles, and took 2000 prisoners. The Scots Greys being the centre
regiment, advanced directly upon the French column, and charged past
our flanks. On approaching us, the Old Greys cried, as with one voice,
"Hurrah, Ninety-second, Scotland for ever!" The effect produced by
these heart-stirring words was astonishing. Anxious to accompany their
gallant countrymen into the middle of the fight, many of the 92nd laid
hold of the bridles and stirrups of the Greys, in order to be "in
at the death," but "the more haste the less speed," was here fully
verified; for instead of advancing at an accelerated pace, the poor
fellows were thrown down, and some of them severely injured. The whole
scene was truly grand, but affecting; for around, and on every side
of us, the dead, the dying, and the wounded, covered the ground. This
charge was made about three o'clock. I never saw the soldiers of the
92d regiment so extremely savage as they were on this occasion. They
repeatedly called to the cavalry to give the enemy no quarter. This
feeling was produced principally by a report, industriously circulated
on the previous day, that the enemy had put to death, in cold blood,
all the British and Prussian prisoners who had had the misfortune to
fall into their hands. Towards the close of the engagement, however,
when the French were more to be pitied than feared, they assumed
a very different air, and treated the prisoners with the kindness
characteristic of the British soldier.
The result of this attack must have deranged the plans of Napoleon
dreadfully, for an almost total suspension of hostilities on his part
took place, from a quarter past three, till about twenty minutes from
four. During this time, our rocket brigade attempted to break the
French column of support, while the Scots Greys hovered on its flanks,
to take advantage of any opening that might occur. But their efforts
were fruitless, the enemy remained firm as rocks.
Heavy as the cannonade was in the early part of the action, it was
trifling in comparison to what followed. The cannon-balls were
dispatched from the enemy's lines in such numbers, that it was no
uncommon thing to see one rolling on the ground towards us, and two or
three at the same time flying over our heads, or carrying off some of
the men in the ranks.
Conceiving, no doubt, that one other effort would place Hougomont in
their hands, the enemy, after pouring a terrible shower of shells into
it, attempted to carry the court-yard at the point of the bayonet; but
in this, as in all their former and subsequent attempts, they were
signally beaten.
By four o'clock, the battle had become general. Our centre was
furiously attacked by a great body of French cavalry, principally
cuirassiers, supported by artillery, and a large force of veteran
infantry. The French dragoons were extremely bold, galloping round
the squares of British infantry, brandishing their swords, and even
challenging some of the British officers to single combat,--conduct
which appeared to many of us more nearly allied to frenzy than bravery.
However, they succeeded in penetrating to the crest of the eminence,
but being there met by the third division, and right of the fifth, they
were instantly sent back reeling on their reserves.
The field of battle now assumed a horrid aspect, many parts of it
being so thickly strewed with the mangled corpses of the enemy, that
it was scarcely possible to walk without treading on them. The wounded
were in a most pitiable condition, particularly those, who, unable to
remove themselves, were kept in constant terror, either of being shot,
or trod to death. But all their lamentations, their prayers, and their
cries for assistance, were drowned amidst the clash of arms, and the
thunder of five hundred pieces of cannon, which spread death in every
direction, and made the ground under our feet actually tremble.
Prince Blucher having agreed to support the Duke of Wellington with his
whole army, put three corps of it in motion from Wavre at four o'clock
in the morning of the 18th; two of them by the pass of St Lambert,
and the third by Ohain. Knowing that the Prussians were on the march
to join us, many a prayer for their speedy appearance was repeated,
before their cannon began to deal death and destruction to the enemy.
About four, two Prussian officers passed in front of us at full gallop,
eagerly inquiring for the Duke of Wellington. On delivering their
message, they returned by the same route, cheered, and cheering all the
way. Soon after this, we perceived the French and Prussians engaged.
The latter were few in number at first, but as each Prussian battalion
arrived it took part in the battle, so that by six o'clock, ample
work was carved out for Bonaparte in that direction. Finding himself
attacked by the Prussians in a much more serious manner than he had
anticipated, Bonaparte caused his right to be reinforced. Between this
portion of the French army, and the Prussians under General Bulow, a
dreadful conflict took place, and continued till seven o'clock, by
which time, all the Prussians moving by the pass of St Lambert, had
arrived at the scene of active operations, and the head of General
Ziethen's column, accompanied by Blucher, made its appearance about
the same time near Ter-La-Haye. To prevent the junction of the two
armies, Napoleon threw several considerable bodies of troops towards
the extreme left of the allied army. These columns were attacked with
great spirit by Blucher, who, on leaving Ohain, marched directly
upon Papelotte, leaving Ter-la-Haye on his right. By this movement,
the junction of the two armies was effected, and Bonaparte's object
completely defeated.
Time being now of great moment to Napoleon, he, about six o'clock,
pushed forward a strong body of cavalry and infantry, with orders to
establish themselves at Mount St John. The column advanced under cover
of a cannonade of the severest kind. For a few minutes, the shot and
shell flew over, and amongst the troops in the centre, in prodigious
numbers. Many of the cannon-shot, after passing our friends, skipped
along the causeway, as far as the village of Waterloo, and by coming
in contact with some of the poor mutilated soldiers, terminated their
own career, and that of the wretched sufferers. The French troops
having reached the crest of the eminence, a report was instantly
spread, that they had forced the centre of the British line, and were
on the point of entering Waterloo. The village being literally filled
with wounded at the time, the medical staff exerted themselves to
get them sent to a place of safety, but their numbers far exceeded
the means of transport, placed at the disposal of the chief medical
officer. Every where there were to be seen soldiers without legs,
without arms, and otherwise horribly disfigured, begging to be placed
on a waggon, or faintly articulating, water, water!--Many who could
not be accommodated with seats in the waggons, fled into the forest of
Soignies, where they died, or were afterwards found, in a state too
horrible to describe. The wounded in the waggons, though out of the
enemy's reach, suffered severely. The highway was so completely blocked
up with baggage, stores of various kinds, and some cannon planted in
battery, for the defence of the road, in case of a reverse, that the
waggons crowded with wounded, could not proceed. Every minute, some
new and aggravated version of the first report, was circulated by the
foreign runaways. The Belgian drivers either fled from their waggons,
or got intoxicated, and became unable to perform their duty; and, to
crown the whole, the foreign cavalry in their flight, threatened to
sabre every one who would not, or rather could not, let them pass. The
whole scene, therefore, was one of such horror, confusion, and apparent
danger, that in imitation of their brethren at Waterloo, those who
could crawl, quitted their seats, and sought for safety in the wood of
Soignies, where many of them also perished.
Such were some of the early fruits of the enemy's operations
against Mount St John, the latter may be enumerated in few words.
With admirable spirit, the French ascended from the valley to the
crest of our position, and for sometime seemed quite determined to
retain possession of their prize. But their opponents being as fully
determined that they should not, a desperate conflict ensued, which
ended in the enemy being driven down the slope of the eminence with
great slaughter. Never did French troops display more bravery, and
never were they more signally defeated. They appeared to us at times to
throw aside the character of man, and allow their courage to border on
the ferocity of the tiger. It was a desperate game to be sure, which
their leader was playing; and it was no doubt his best policy to employ
men equally desperate as himself.
From the termination of this attack, till seven o'clock, the battle
raged with great fury, from Hougomont, to the heights on which the left
of the Prussian army rested. About the latter hour, Napoleon, in order
to bring the conflict to a close, brought forward his guards, in number
about 15,000. Placing himself at their head, he accompanied them to the
bottom of the valley, but no farther; there he remained to witness the
result of this awful and last struggle for victory.
Having soon after the termination of the last detailed attack, received
a wound, which compelled me to quit my corps, and thereby deprived me
of the honour of accompanying my friends in the last offensive movement
against the enemy, I am unable to detail, from personal observation,
what occurred in the latter part of the day. But the following
particulars, extracted from the note-book of an old and highly valued
friend, who escaped untouched, will more than supply the deficiency.
Under cover of a heavy cannonade, the Imperial Guards, who had sworn
to conquer or die, ascended the heights, the thread-bare cry of Vive
L'Empereur! issuing from every mouth. To the issue of this combat, many
looked forward with emotion. The causes of their despondency were, the
superiority of the enemy, and the very few British troops in the field.
But although not a few despaired of victory, I am confident that not a
man thought of retreating, so long as one companion remained to stand
by him.
The advance of the Imperial Guards was covered by a cloud of sharp
shooters, whose fire caused us considerable loss. As the enemy
approached the crest of the height, the sharp-shooters were recalled
to their battalions, and the fire of their artillery slackened. In a
few seconds thereafter, the belligerents found themselves opposed to
each other, at the distance of twenty paces, and instantly proceeded to
decide the important contest.
From that time, till half-past seven, the battle raged with violence at
every point, and the victory was doubtful. Soon after this, however,
some little hesitation was observed in the enemy's movements; and the
gallant Blucher advanced, spreading death and dismay over the field on
the left of the British. The Duke taking advantage of the favourable
opportunity now offered, ordered the whole allied army to advance. The
charge proving irresistible, the enemy fled in confusion, and were
very roughly handled by our cavalry and artillery. The carnage was
dreadful;--in many places the enemy lay in heaps--their squares of
infantry suffered tremendously from our artillery--and the numerous
mangled corpses which strewed the field, showed, from the nature of
their wounds, that our cavalry had done their duty. After a desperate
resistance, the enemy were finally driven past La-Belle-Alliance; a
little in front of which, we came in contact with the Prussians, who
halted, and played our national air of "God save the King." Here it was
also where the two illustrious commanders first met after the battle,
and congratulated each other on the successful termination of their
joint labours.
Hark from the gory ground,
That feeble sound,
White-robed mercy kneels amid the strife:
Sons of the true and brave,
Glory to forgive and save
The worst of fallen foes who plead for life!
Stay the arms uplifted round,
Stoop to staunch the open wound,
They are enemies no more when they yield.
Britannia! yes thy knee shall bend
To raise the vanquished foe--a friend!
Whose grateful hand thy wreath shall blend
When the lion of Old England leaves the field.