ter justice, the Judges have decided, nevertheless, to sit.
The Bar has co-operated with them. Accustomed to live in an
atmosphere of deference and of dignity, they do not recognize
themselves in this sort of guard-room, and, in fact, justice
surrounded with so little respect, is it still justice?"

As this dignified and noble protest did not lead to any amelioration of
the harsh conditions, a month later the same brave jurist, M. Leon
Theodor, appeared in Brussels before the so-called "German Court of
Justice" and, in behalf of the entire Magistracy of Belgium, addressed
to the Prussian Military Judges the following poignantly pathetic and
nobly dignified address, which met with the same reception as the
preceding communication.

The address reads as follows:

"I present myself at the Bar, escorted by the Counsel of the Order,
surrounded by the sympathy and the confidence of all my colleagues
of Brussels, and I might add of all the Bars of the country. The
Bars of Liege, Ghent, Charleroi, Mons, Louvain, Antwerp have sent
to that of Brussels the expression of their professional solidarity
and have declared that they adhere to the resolutions taken by the
Counsel of the Order of Brussels. * * *

"We are not annexed. We are not conquered. We are not even
vanquished. Our army is fighting. Our colors float alongside those
of France, England and Russia. The country subsists. She is simply
unfortunate. More than ever, then, we now owe ourselves to her body
and soul. To defend her rights is also to fight for her.

"We are living hours now as tragic as any country has ever known.
All is destruction and ruin around us. Everywhere we see mourning.
Our army has lost half of its effective force. Its percentage in
dead and wounded will never be obtained by any of the belligerents.
There remains to us only a corner of ground over there by the sea.
The waters of the Yser flow through an immense plain peopled by the
dead. It is called the Belgian Cemetery. There sleep our children
by the thousands. There they are sleeping their last sleep. The
struggle goes on bitterly and without mercy.

"Your sons, Mr. President, are at the front; mine as well. For
months we have been living in anxiety regarding the morrow.

"Why these sacrifices, why this sorrow? _Belgium could have avoided
these dis