And in this man who wept, and who smiled through his tears, no one--not the judges, or his comrades, or himself--would have recognized the cold and haughty Werner, sceptical and insolent. A Woman's Execution BY EDWARD KING (After the Paris Commune of 1871, the leaders of the people were led out and slaughtered by thousands. The author of this poem was an American journalist, 1848-1896) Sweet-breathed and young, The people's daughter, No nerves unstrung, Going to slaughter! "Good morning, friends, You'll love us better,-- Make us amends: We've burst your fetter! "How the sun gleams! (Women are snarling): Give me your beams, Liberty's darling! "Marie's my name; Christ's mother bore it. The badge? No shame: Glad that I wore it!" (Hair to the waist, Limbs like a Venus): Robes are displaced: "Soldiers, please screen us! "He at the front? That is my lover: Stood all the brunt;-- Now--the fight's over. "Powder and bread Gave out together: Droll to be dead In this bright weather! "Jean, boy, we might Have married in June! This is the wall? Right! _Vive la Commune!_" BY THOMAS JEFFERSON (See page 228) The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. It is its natural manure. These Shifting Scenes BY CHARLES EDWARD RUSSELL (American editor and Socialist lecturer, born 1860. In the following paragraphs he has given a newspaper reporter's reminiscences of the Chicago Anarchists)