SCENES IN THE GREAT WAR
to lift their eyes to heaven, having no right, and hardly any hope.
Such are the poorer and more degraded of the Poles in the Austrian crownland of Galicia, which has lately been swept by war (along the banks of the Vistula, the Dniester, and the Bug), and is now perishing of hunger, and being devastated by disease. And when I ask myself what has been the root-cause of a degradation so deep in a people who once laboured for the humanities of the world and upheld the traditions of Culture, I find only one answer—the suppression of nationality! In that fact lies the moral of Galicia's martyrdom. Let Belgium's nationality be suppressed as Germany is now trying to suppress it, and her condition will soon be like that of Austrian Poland. You cannot expect to keep the body of a nation alive while you are doing your best to destroy its soul.
THE SOUL OF POLAND
It is a fearful thing to murder, or attempt to
murder, the soul of a nation. The call that comes
to a people's heart from the soil that gave them
birth is a spiritual force which no conquering
empire should dare to kill. How powerful it is,
how mysterious, how unaccountable, and how
infinitely pathetic! The land of one's country
