The Terror tribunal is now trying the pupils of the military academy. And who will count the corpses thrown into the Danube, the dead bodies lying in the streets? Now and then one hears a name from among the many. Madarász, a young medical student, was beaten to death because he had the temerity to study with a candle burning in his room. To the shame of humanity they have also murdered Dr. Nicholas Berend, the famous children’s specialist. Comrade Haubrich proclaims proudly: “Order reigns in Budapest,” and has the following proclamation posted up:— “After June 26th the doors of all houses must be closed at 8 p.m. No one is allowed in the streets after 10 p.m. More than three people must not be together in the street. All theatres and places of amusement are to be closed.” And the Dictators order the city, distracted with sorrow, to hoist red flags on its houses. The walls are covered with orders. “Any counter-revolutionary attempt, or offence, will be punished by hanging. Any counter-revolutionaries caught armed will be shot on the spot. Budapest. June 25th, 1919. _Joseph Haubrich_, _Béla Kun_, Commander of the Garrison. Deputy Commander-in-Chief.” They give orders, sentence and murder undisturbed. The wind is howling. Trees are blown nearly to the ground. And all over Hungary there are hangings. * * * * * _June 27th._ Now that it has passed we begin to realise that even in our despair we had still hopes. It is no good to tell us we were wrong, we persisted in believing in the success of the heroic inhabitants of the banks of the Danube. That is over too, for there also the Counter-revolution has been defeated. A political delegate boasted loudly in front of the county hall of Balassagyarmat: “We have settled the whole lot. While Béla Kun and Haubrich worked in Budapest, Számuelly dipped the peasants’ rising in red. He took his revenge on the farmers. Any village that had injured the Jews was simply exterminated.” People are fleeing from those parts, coming in our direction, and escaping over the Ipoly into the hills, where the Czechs are. The Czechs take our people to Olmütz if they are officers and to Pressburg if they are civilians. The fugitives know the fate in store for them, yet they go there; anything is better than the gallows.