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work of your soldiery—egged on by you. to foul murder— : as he knelt at the altar of God. Let me introduce you. No—you shudder and draw back. But it is too late. Here come the others. Prepare to receive them; you are their host to-day. This one—see, it approaches—the spirit of a deflowered, girl—she too., takes a seat. You > tremble ! Pull yourself together—your guests are now arriving. They are taking their places at your board. Here comes a weeping mother, with a bayoneted babe in her arms—do you notice how they all rise as she enters? Come, come—why these cold beads upon your brow? You are gasping for breath and' your- dry tongue asks.for drink. Here it is—don't, you see that goblet held out to you by that old man, with his murdered family around him? Take it—it is full of warm human blood—the blood of his wife and his children. What, you refuse it? But you revelled in it a year ago! Well, wait for the banquet. Here it comes. What is this dish? The warm fresh body of a little; child; arid this—but you rise and try to escape, and cry for mercy—as every one of your guests springs upon you. You choke and struggle, and you cry, • with Satan of old, "Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; and in the lowest deep, a lower deep, still threatening to devour me, opens wide/ Poor wretch! But what is this? A sudden hush—your guests all disappear. You look around, and there you see, at your side, a figure clad in spotless white. How sad and silent she stands! She hands you water for your parched and 'fevered lips; she bathes your aching forehead. You look at her in wonderment. But she utters not a word. Ah, you re- - cognise her! Yes, she is Edith Cavell—but it is too late; she has gone. And she is the only angel you will ever see. Listen, the bells are ringing.

It is Christmas morn—but as you strain your ears to catch their music, their melody is drowned

in the thunder of a crashinig empire and the cries of a doomed and dying people.

A kingdom and a Kaiser have gone—but unto us a child is born.

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Akaroa Mail and Banks Peninsula Advertiser, Akaroa Mail and Banks Peninsula Advertiser, Volume LXXV, Issue 3528, 7 March 1916

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Akaroa Mail and Banks Peninsula Advertiser Akaroa Mail and Banks Peninsula Advertiser, Volume LXXV, Issue 3528, 7 March 1916

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