England is our worst enemy, and we will fight her till we have overthrown her! So may it please our Great Ally, who stands behind the German battalions, behind our ships and U-boats, and behind our blessed "militarism"!--_E. v. Heyking, D. W. E., p. 23._ The German soul is the world's soul, God and Germany belong to one another.--_"On the German God," by Pastor W. Lehmann, quoted in H. A. H., p. 83._ MILK FOR GERMAN BABES (_A German Song_) "Oh, Germany, hate! Slaughter thy foes by the millions and of their reeking corpses build a monument that shall reach the clouds. "Oh, Germany, hate now! Arm thyself in steel and pierce with thy bayonet the heart of every foe; no prisoners! Lock all their lips in silence; turn our neighbours' lands into deserts. "Oh, Germany, hate! Salvation will come of thy wrath. Beat in their skulls with rifle-butts and with axes. These bandits are beasts of the chase, they are not men. Let your clenched fist enforce the judgment of God. "Oh, Germany, the time to hate has come. Strike and thrust, true and hard. Battalions, batteries, squadrons, all to the front! Afterwards thou wilt stand erect on the ruins of the world, healed forever of thine ancient madness, of thy love for the alien." MORE FROM THE HYMN OF HATE What do we care for the Russians and French? Shot against shot and thrust for thrust! We love them not, we hate them not; We guard the Vistula and the passes of the Vosges. We have but one single hate; We love as one, we hate as one; We have but one single foe, Whom you all know, whom you all know. He sits crouched behind the gray flood, Full of envy, full of fury, full of craft, full of guile, Set apart by waters that are thicker than blood. We wish to go before a seat of judgment To swear an oath, face to face, An oath of metal no wind can blow away, An oath for children and children's children. Hearken to the word, repeat the word, It rolls on through all Germany: We will not forbear from our hate. TESTIMONY OF AFFIDAVITS, AND DIARIES TAKEN FROM THE BODIES OF GERMAN SOLDIERS, AS TO THE ATROCITIES (_D. 25-54._) A boy with his hands cut off, mutilated by a German officer, because he was supposed to have laughed at this drunken brute. (_D. 4, 5._) A Belgian babe, skewered upon the bayonet, driven through his stomach, with his little dead head and hands and legs dangling as the German proudly carried it through the street of a village. (_Alcove C. 60._) A Mother Superior crucified by bayonets to the door of her schoolhouse as punishment for scratching the face of an officer who was violating the person of a young nun. The burning alive of a man who defended his wife. (_D. 92-93. Also D. 100-108._) Photographs of an aged priest, staked down to the ground, and used as a lavatory until he was dead; photographs and affidavits of young girls with one breast cut off.