The Child of Waterloo, or, The Horrors of the Battle-Field — page 308: what you’re looking at

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THE CHILD OF WATERLOO. RU those who have followed our heroine through her many perilous adventures, know well how deserving she is of the happiness that has certainly fallen upon her. It will be seen, in the course of her eventful career, how, in the time of utmost need, friends will rise up for the unfortu- nate, so that none need despair, for what could have been a more destitute and pitiable object than a young infant upon the field of carnage, from whence Mabel had been plucked, and whom death had bereft of one parent—despair of another? Nor was the happiness we have depicted of short duration; but as years passed on, and she became a happy mother, seeing the living images of herself and husband in the little prattlers that clustered round her knee, she would shed those tears of joy which come from the overflowing heart—tears so different from those which grief produces; and many a time she would tremble as she crept closer to her husband’s heart, and whis- pered: ‘‘Ts it a sin to be so happy ?” And he would smile, and, pointing to the blue heavens above, would tell her that that omniscient Being who preserved the Child of the Battle Field, preserved her to be what she now was --the happiest of the happy. [THE END.) comicbooks. com