In the Prison City, Brussels, 1914-1918: A Personal NarrativeTwells, J. H. (Julia Helen Watts)
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In the Prison City, Brussels, 1914-1918: A Personal Narrative
Twells, J. H. (Julia Helen Watts)
World War, 1914-1918 -- Belgium -- Brussels; World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives
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IN THE PRISON CITY
BRUSSELS, 1914-1918
A Personal Narrative
by
J. H. TWELLS, JR.
Author of
“The Higher Law” “Et Tu Segane” etc.
[Illustration]
London: Andrew Melrose Ltd.
3 York Street, Covent Garden, W.C. 2
1919
TO
C. H. M.
THE “COMPANION” WHOSE CARE AND SYMPATHY
GREATLY LIGHTENED THE DARK YEARS FOR ME,
AND COMFORTED THE LIVES OF SO MANY SUFFERERS,
THIS VOLUME IS, WITH DEVOTED AFFECTION,
GRATEFULLY DEDICATED
PREFACE
These reminiscences of prison years in Brussels, during the entire
German occupation, aim merely at giving an accurate account of the
city’s moral atmosphere, and of certain events which came to me
first-hand and have not yet been recorded. Only indubitable facts are
related, while many of, perhaps, greater and more tragic interest,
already made public, or reaching me through roundabout channels, have
been omitted.
This slight record, which, in great part, lay for many months buried
under Belgian soil, to escape German inquisition, may appear an
unnecessary addition to the volumes of more important matter already
produced by the war. But as the United States, after long-forgiving
delay, entered the conflict heart and soul—as England, the land of my
forefathers both paternal and maternal, performed very miracles and
risked her all for a cause so great—it seems my duty, as that of every
eye-witness, to give all positive evidence possible, to those who must
bear the consequent taxation, that the cause was worthy of the vast
sacrifices it demanded.
J. H. T., JR.
“See with what heat these dogs of Hell advance
To waste and havoc yonder world, which I
So fair and good created!”
_Paradise Lost._
IN THE PRISON CITY
I
“Thank Heaven we are in a sane country at last!” was my thought when,
after struggling as best we could through terror-stricken France, my
companion and I crossed the Belgian frontier early in August 1914.
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