It recalled to me what he said once when I was allowed to relieve the night nurse and sit beside him at Paignton. He woke in the small hours and smiled at me--his distant, dreamy smile. His only words--words he seemed to bring with him out of the lands of sleep, in which perhaps he lived again what now was past for him--his only words were: "You know the Stars and Stripes were at Bois Grenier." "How?" I asked, to humor him, thinking him delirious. He laughed--the first thing that could be called a laugh since they had brought him there. "Sewn or my undershirt--over my heart! It will be there again," he added, "floating openly!" And almost immediately he fell asleep once more. * * * * * And, after all, it is to be there again--floating openly. The time-struggle has taken it and will carry it aloft. It has taken other flags, too--flags of Asia; flags of South America; flags of the islands of the seas. As my husband predicted long ago, mankind is divided into just two camps. So be it! God knows I don't want war. I have been too near it, and too closely touched by it, ever to wish again to hear a cannon-shot or see a sword. But I suppose it is all a part of the great War in Heaven. Michael and his angels are fighting, and the dragon is fighting and his angels. By that I do not mean that all the good is on one side and all the evil on the other. God forbid! There is good and evil on both sides. On both sides doubtless evil is being purged away and the new, true man is coming to his own. If I think most of the spiritualization of France, and the consecration of the British Empire, and the coming of a new manhood to the United States, it is because these are the countries I know best. I should be sorry, I should be hopeless, were I not to believe that, above bloodshed, and cruelty, and hatred, and lust, and suffering, and all that is abominable, the Holy Ghost is breathing on every nation of mankind. When it is all over, and we have begun to live again, there will be a great Renaissance. It will be what the word implies--a veritable New Birth. The sword shall be beaten to a plowshare and the spear to a pruning-hook. "Nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more." So, in this gray light, growing so silvery that as day advances it becomes positively golden, I turn to my Bible. It is extraordinary how comforting the Bible has become in these days when hearts have been lifted up into long-unexplored regions of terror and courage. Men and women who had given up reading it, men and women who have never read it at all, turn its pages with trembling hands and find the wisdom of the ages. And so I read what for the moment have become to me its most strengthening words: