G. K. CHESTERTON. [Illustration: THE GREAT SURPRISE Moses II leads his chosen people through the Red Sea to the promised (Eng)land.] ----------------------------------------------------------------------- THOU ART THE MAN! The Man of Sorrows is flogged, and thorn-crowned, and crucified, and pierced afresh, by this other man of sorrows, who has brought greater bitterness and woe on earth than any other of all time. And in his soul--for soul he must have, though small sign of it is evidenced--he knows it. Deceive his dupes as he may--for a time--his own soul must be a very hell of broken hopes, disappointed ambitions, shattered pride, and the hideous knowledge of the holocaust of human life he has deliberately sacrificed to these heathen gods of his. No poorest man on earth would change places with this man-that-might-have-been, for his time draws nigh and his end is perdition. Let That Other speak: "Their souls are Mine. Their lives were in thy hand;-- Of thee I do require them! "The fetor of thy grim burnt-offerings Comes up to Me in clouds of bitterness. Thy fell undoings crucify afresh Thy Lord--who died alike for these and thee. Thy works are Death:--thy spear is in My side,-- O man! O man!--was it for this I died? Was it for this?-- A valiant people harried to the void,-- Their fruitful fields a burnt-out wilderness,-- Their prosperous country ravelled into waste,-- Their smiling land a vast red sepulchre,-- --Thy work! "Thou art the man! The scales were in thy hand. For this vast wrong I hold thy soul in fee. Seek not a scapegoat for thy righteous due, Nor hope to void thy countability. Until thou purge thy pride and turn to Me,-- As thou hast done, so be it unto thee!" JOHN OXENHAM. [Illustration: THOU ART THE MAN "We wage war on Divine principles."] ----------------------------------------------------------------------- SYMPATHY The cartoon requires no words to tell the story. It holds chapter upon chapter of tragedy. "I will send you to Germany after your father!" Where is the boy's father in Germany? In a prison? Mending roads? Lying maimed and broken in a rude hospital? Digging graves for comrades about to be shot? Or, more likely still, in a rough unknown stranger's grave? Was the father dragged from his home at Louvain, or Tirlemont, or Vise, or one of the dozen other scenes of outrage and murder--a harmless, hard-working citizen-dragged from his hiding-place and made to suffer "exemplary justice" for having "opposed the Kaiser's might," but in reality because he was a Belgian, for whose nasty breed there must be demonstrations of Germany's frightfulness _pour encourager les autres_?