Now they had altogether done with Christ, the Nazarene. The shout had gone forth: “We will not have this Man to rule over us.” In the future no gods but Thor and Odin shall rule the “world-dominating race.” Prussia seemed to think the world’s need to-day was the religion, not of Virtue, but of Valour. “In a day now long fled was heard the cry: ‘Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth,’ but to-day there shall go forth the word: ‘Blessed are the valiant, for they shall make the earth their throne.’ In the past ye heard it said: ‘Blessed are the poor in spirit,’ but now I say to you: ‘Blessed are the great in soul, for they shall enter into Valhalla.’ Again, in the dark ages it was said to you: ‘Blessed are the peace-makers,’ but now in the blaze of day I say unto you: ‘Blessed are the war-makers, for they shall be called, if not the children of Jahve, the children of Odin, who is greater than Jahve.’” For those who want more of this mad jargon on the same lines let me refer them to the late Professor Cramb’s book on Germany and England. With this cartoon before me, I am driven to fear that when the war is done there will rise up in Germany a louder and stronger cry against the Christianity of Christ than ever was attempted after the Franco-Prussian War. The “man of blood and iron,” the man with the mailed fist and the iron heel, I much apprehend, will not be satisfied with tearing down the emblem of the physical Body of Christ, but to slake his bloodthirsty spirit he will want to go on to belabour His Mystical Body no less. God avert it! BERNARD VAUGHAN [Illustration: “I crush whatever resists me.”] Ferdinand In this war, where the ranks of the enemy present to us so many formidable, sinister, and shocking figures, there is one, and perhaps but one, which is purely ridiculous. If we had the heart to relieve our strained feelings by laughter, it would be at the gross Coburg traitor, with his bodyguard of assassins and his hidden coat-of-mail, his shaking hands and his painted face. The world has never seen a meaner scoundrel, and we may almost bring ourselves to pity the Kaiser, whom circumstances have forced to accept on equal terms a potentate so verminous.