ly. His
English landlady, though poor, "has been so kind," he had his
last dinner three days ago from her. We give temporary help, but
if this money does not come before January 1 he will have to go
into camp. Quite willing to do so, "but can we not give his poor
landlady something?"

The kind landladies and other kind hearts exist, thank God, on both
sides.[68] To enquire on which side there are most would (even if we
could do so without bias) probably be profitless. The important point is
that the kind hearts on the other side are there, and that a brotherhood
of blessing will help the world more than a brotherhood of revenge--if,
indeed, this last could be any brotherhood at all.

Miss G. H. writes: "I am particularly anxious to do something for
interned Germans. For four months of the war I was in Germany with my
mother, sister, nephew and niece, and we were all most kindly treated
and helped in every possible way both by friends, by my lawyer, my
banker and the neighbouring peasants. Also by all the guards and waiters
along our journey on November 21. Friends, peasants, and my lawyer are
still looking after my property in Germany, and I have left everything
in the hands of a neighbouring peasant, who sends me accounts of it. I
would like to be able to do some kind acts here in return, and for the
furtherance of better relationships later on." Yet it can never be
pleasant to be in an "enemy" country. Miss H. writes further: "In spite
of having such unspeakable sympathy, really understanding sympathy,
shown me by not only friends, but the common people--though I hardly
like using this term, as no one with so much fellow feeling could really
be termed common--in spite of this kindness, I know so well how one can
suffer. Over there _we_ are looked upon in the same way that Germans are
looked upon here, as quite outside the pale of common morality. Fully
realising what this must mean for me, these kindly Germans would go off
into a day dream of wonderment as to how _they_ might feel in a similar
plight, and one ended up with the reflection, 'Ja, es ist halt jetzt die
Zeit der Maertyrer' (it is indeed the time of the martyrs once more)."
Surely there is something strangely poignant about the convinced and
steadfast martyrdom and self-sacrifice of both sides. Surely the peoples
who can thus offer themselves in destroying each other must both have
noble gifts to give together one day in a nobler cause.