In the very beginning, when the Huns tore up that scrap of paper which represented their honour and their right to a place among decent dwellers on the earth, and came sweeping like a dirty flood over Belgium and Northern France, the overpowering remembrance of 1870 still lay heavy on our sorely-tried neighbours. They had not yet quite found themselves. The Huns had a mighty reputation for invincibility. It seemed impossible to stand against them. There were waverings, even crumplings. There were said to be treacheries in high places. The black flood swept on. Von Kluck was heading for Paris, and seemed like to get there. Then suddenly, miraculously as it seemed, his course was diverted. He was tossed aside and flung back. And it is good to recall the reason he himself is said to have given for his failure. “At Mons the British taught the French how to die.” That is a great saying and worthy of preservation for all time. Whether von Kluck said it or not does not matter. It represents and immortalises a mighty fact. France was bending under the terrible impact. Britain stood and died. France braced her loins and they have been splendidly braced ever since. The Huns were found to be resistible, vulnerable, breakable. The old verve and élan came back with all the old fire, and along with these, new depths of grim courage and tenacity, and, we are told, of spirituality, which may be the making of a new France greater than the world has ever known. And that we shall welcome. France, Belgium, Serbia, Russia have suffered in ways we but faintly comprehend on this side of the water. When the Great Settling Day comes, this new higher spirit of France will, it is to be devoutly hoped, make for restraint in the universal craving for vengeance, and prove a weighty factor in the righteous re-adjustment of things and the proper fitting together of the jig-saw map of Europe. JOHN OXENHAM [Illustration: LIBERTÉ! LIBERTÉ, CHÉRIE!] I--“A Knavish Piece of Work”