Under Article No. 46 of the Regulations of The Hague, we learn that “Family honour and rights, individual life and private property must be respected,” and, under Article No. 47, “all pillage is expressly forbidden.” But while it was a political necessity to subscribe to that fundamental formula of civilisation, Germany’s heart recognised no real need to do so, and secretly, in cold blood, at the inspiration of her educated and well-born rulers, she plotted the details of a campaign of murder, rape, arson and pillage, which demanded the breaking of her oath as its preliminary. Well might her Chancellor laugh at “the scrap of paper,” which stood between Germany and Belgium, when he reflected on the long list of sacred assurances his perjured country had already planned to break. No viler series of events, in Northern France alone, can be cited than those extracted from the note-books of captured and fallen Germans. Such blood-stained pages must be a tithe of those that returned to Germany, but they furnish a full story of what the rank and file accomplished at the instigation and example of their officers. Space precludes quotation; but one may refer the reader to “Germany’s Violations of the Laws of War,”[A] published under the auspices of the French Foreign Office. It is a book that should be on the tables at the Peace Conference. [A] English translation. Heinemann We cannot hang an army for these unspeakable offences, or treat those who burn a village of living beings as we would treat one who made a bonfire of his fellow-man; nor can we condemn to penal servitude a whole nation for bestial outrages on humanity, ordered by its Higher Command and executed by its troops; but at least we may hope soon to find the offending Empire under police supervision of Europe, with a ticket-of-leave, whose conditions shall be as strict as an outraged earth knows how to draw them. EDEN PHILLPOTTS [Illustration: ON TICKET-OF-LEAVE CONVICT: “The next time I’ll wear a German helmet and plead ‘military necessity.’”] Liberté! Liberté, Chérie! There have been many surprises in this war. The evil surprises, patiently, scientifically, diabolically matured in the dark for the upsetting and downcasting of a too-trusting world by the enemy of mankind, whose “Teuton-faith” will surely for ever outrival that “Punic-faith” which has hitherto been the by-word for perfidious treachery. The heartening surprises of gallant little Belgium and Serbia; the renascence of Russia; the wonderful upleap to the needs of the times by Great, and still more by Greater Britain; and, not least, the bracing of the loins of our closest Allies just across the water.