ABSTRACT
A brilliant dawn heralded the day following the Sedan of the British army. As the glimmering twilight rolled away the darkness which had enveloped this vast charnel house as with a funeral pall, the ghastly panorama of massacre was again laid bare. The pale light illuminated the grey faces of unnumbered dead, eyes starting from sockets, limbs wrenched and twisted by the last agony, and all the hideous anguish of the battlefield. No glory of battle now in this cold light 171of early morning, no prancing rows of chargers, no splendid artillery, no lines of infantry, no thunder of guns, none of the magnificent music of the battlefield!
