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Show 2 Mm; SHE COMES NOT lilte'raz're was followed by a military féte, given by the Brussels garrison in aid of the victims of the earthquake; proud young soldiers took part in equestrian exercises, and in the evolutions of quick-firing batteries. . . . I think with horror how many of those young figures have disappeared, mowed down by the treacherous war thrust on them by the Germans; and I think too how many writers like Paul Andre', Georges Eeckhoud, Henry Davignon ; poets like Emile Verhaeren, Georges Marlow, Auguste Vierset, The'o. Hannon ; painters and sculptors like Edmond Picard, Xavier \VORDS BY HERBERT TRENCH MUSIC BY JOHAN BACKER-LUNDE Andante lenio. VOICE. Mellery, Ferd. Georges Lemmers, Henry Wautier; musicians like Paul Gilson, Emile Mathieu, Baron Buffin-I take the first names that come \_/ not . . when Noon is on the A "(117m lento. into my head-I think how many of these, suddenly transformed into combatants, have paid with their lives for the patriotic ardour of their hearts. A / \ Nevertheless, how marvellous is the revelation of that stricken, devastated, and starving Belgium, pressing round her noble King and her gentle Queen, and almost forgetting her own pains in those of the elect couple, those living symbols of a land violated but not vanquished. And how I suffer at the repression of the Hymn of Praise I would fain pour out to them by the horrible spectacle of the barbarian invasion, which freezes the words on my lips, and confounds my thoughts ! Yet this is powerless to overcome my steadfast faith in the speedy advent of a glorious and complete reconquest. And with a heart overflowing with this hope, and a hand trembling with emotion I write : Long live King Albert ! Long live Queen Elisabeth ! Long live heroic- and immortal-Belgium ! p | "7,, ivi¥_ JL..\._<;_:; ,EL¥ if .70 iii ‘1: ,1 '5": She comosnnl r-fi #- i :75 Egg113$? a 5... By SIR F. CARRUTHERS GOULD WHEN the story of the terrible European War which is now raging comes to be written in the calm dispassion of impartial judgment, it will without doubt be recognised that no nobler page in history can be found than that which records the heroic self-sacrificing stand which martyred Belgium made, not merely to protect herself against unscrupulous and brutal aggression, but to assert her sacred right to her independence and to protest against being made a passive tool for furthering the wanton and wicked designs of German military dominance over Europe. War in the twentieth century, and after nineteen hundred and fourteen years of Christianity, seems a monstrous outrage on civilisation, but we in this country, in spite of our hatred of war, feel that Christianity itself would have been still more foully outraged if we had not resolved to draw the But when sword, and to the best of our power to stand by Belgium and her heroic monarch and his gallant people, and to assert the eternal principles of Justice and Honour. W on the hills and the great N . A . a;i:53. "flaw, .i-nhs.W-tHer V, . i ‘ 4.er Tmafiél:#5::Ffitazimvb-ifrféagfdéfi 5 172 Night is f-\ $05!. I] < f 1* r l h , r‘-k Fifi-k -l- -v- ores. ' ; . l gala-affili-W-ALTjP-qggfiir ":1,"an":";f'"'iifirfi I \_/ ‘ 1,-th 2 | l , to the |
