"we have them," cried napoleon as he saw the british drawn up before him. he thought it would be easy to destroy this army, so much smaller than his own, before their friends the prussians, who were on the way to help them, came up. but he was mistaken. wellington had placed his foot-soldiers in squares, and though the french horsemen, then the finest soldiers in the world, charged again and again, these little clumps of brave men stood fast. on his favourite horse "copenhagen", wellington rode to and fro cheering his men. "stand firm, my lads,"