Autant d'Américains fraternels partagent notre indignation française et qui s'unis si réellement â la cause de la justice et du droit. Daigniez agréer, Madame, avec tous mes remerciements, mes hommages respectueux. Henri de Regnier. THE VOW I I swear to keep forever in my heart This sacred Hate, until the final beat. This holy venom will become a part Of every drop which forms its living heat. Forever graven on my sombre face A tragic furrow on my mournful brow. This outrage leaves its utmost loathly trace Upon my mind and soul, Forever, Now. II My ruined fields, my cities sunk in flame, My murdered hostages, my fallen sons, My wounded babes, the nameless deeds of shame Upon my women, helpless, fore the Huns, I swear I shall avenge! My justice and my right Shall conquer, or my last red blood I shed. I, France, austere and blazing in my might Shout forth this message to my valiant dead. III This Holy vow of wrath, this oath of hate, Before high Heaven solemnly I swear, Before the waters of the Marne and Aisne, Still crimson with French blood, I consecrate Myself. Oh, Rheims sublime! Thou torch whose glare, Still shows the sacred ruins of thy fane, Burning and crumbling on the horizon, Hear, thou, my vow of vengeance on the Hun! Henri de Regnier. 1917, Translated by Elsie Deming Jarves. WHAT FRENCHWOMEN ARE DOING IN WAR TIME [Illustration] With the full blast of war sweeping over this old Continent, with the young manhood of France forming a wall of steel between us and the enemy who would annihilate, with the prospect of this tragedy continuing for an indefinite period, each Frenchwoman, safe behind the living barrier, asks herself what she can do to help. How to use her individual capacities to the best advantage for the sustenance and comfort of those dear ones—the son or grandson in the trenches, the husband or brother at the front, the children and the old folk left behind in her care. As one looks abroad over this beautiful country, seeing what she is accomplishing, one is inspired with a sincere and fervent admiration for her devotion, self-sacrifice and patriotism. These noble qualities are not restricted to one class, but are universal in all ranks; from the peasant to the comtesse, from the little working girl to banker's wife; dressmakers, actresses, school-teachers, shopkeepers, nuns, the erstwhile rich and idle, as well as the wage-gainer, all feel the same enthusiasm; the same spirit of courage and endurance fills their souls; the pressing desire to "soul-ager" (help) the sorrow and privation brought on by this war of wars.