To the Editor of the ""Nonta-Cuina Daicy News."
S1r,—The anonymous German author of "'J'accuse" (Hodder and Stoughton @s., net), in which he so scathingly indicts his countrymen, also holds up to scorn the idea of their being able to invade England. Why, he asks, have so many thousands of poor, deluded, heroic German soldiers perished 80 miserably in snow and ice in the trench and in the canals, on their lips a last whisper of farewell to wife, child or mother, and in their hearts a last thought of peace and home! To gain possession of a few square metres of inundated and impoverished country with ruined towns and villages, and then on to the pursuit of the great illusion—on to Calais! on to England! All this recalls a once famous picture, in which a beautiful woman was represented hovering over a shining, rainbow-coloured ball of glass fore a troop of horsemen who are wildly endeavouring to seize the crown of laurels which is in her hand. She entices them on, but
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