<h2><SPAN name="XIII" id="XIII"></SPAN>XIII</h2>
<h3>THE LASH OF THE WORLD'S PRESS</h3>
<h4><span class="smcap">Selections from British Journals</span></h4>
<p><i>The Times.</i></p>
<blockquote><p>'The ordinary German mind is doubtless incapable of understanding
the "horror and disgust" which the military execution of Miss
Cavell will arouse throughout the civilized world. We shall be
surprised if within the next few days the press of all neutral
lands does not re-echo these feelings with an intensity which will
astonish the disciples of "Kultur." Here we have in its highest
development that boasted product of the Teutonic intelligence and
the Teutonic heart. The very spirit of Zabern, but of<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</SPAN></span> Zabern in
war-time, broods over the whole brutal and stupid story. There is
not in Europe, outside Germany and her Allies, a man who can read
it without the deepest emotions of pity and of shame. The victim
was a lady who had devoted her life to the noblest and the most
womanly work woman can do. She was the head of a great nursing
institute which has trained numbers of nurses for Germany as well
as for Belgium. She herself nursed many wounded Germans at the
beginning of the War. She has been sentenced to death by their
officers, and shot by their comrades. So is it that the Germans
requite the charity of strangers. She had been guilty of a military
offence—the offence of harbouring her own wounded countrymen and
Belgians amongst whom she had lived and worked, and of getting them
across the Dutch frontier. That was enough for the uniformed
pedants who tried her, and for their civilian subordinates. She was
perfectly straightforward and truthful with the court. They sent
her to her<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</SPAN></span> death upon her own admissions. They could not, even by
their own harsh law, have convicted her without these admissions.
Her frankness did not profit her any more than did her sex, her
calling, or her services to the Kaiser's wounded troops. There was
the fact: she acknowledged certain acts which could be twisted into
"conveying soldiers to the enemy," and the legal penalty for this
offence under the German military code is death. That was enough
for her judges. They sentenced her on a Monday afternoon, and had
her shot in the dark at two o'clock next morning. Napoleon ordered
a similar "execution" in the ditch of Vincennes. It cost him and
his Empire dear.</p>
<p>'There is not much more to tell. The Councillor to the American
Legation was refused permission to visit the prisoner after
sentence, and a like refusal was at first given to the English
clergyman, Mr. Gahan. This last refusal, worthy of the Jacobins who
refused a confessor to Marie Antoinette, was, however, not
persisted<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</SPAN></span> in, and the doomed Englishwoman had the consolations of
her own Church, and received the Holy Communion from Mr. Gahan's
hands. He found her "admirably strong and calm." She admitted again
her guilt according to German military law, but assured him that
"she was happy to die for her country." Her country with one voice
acknowledges the claim. She did in very truth die for England, and
England will not lightly forget her death. That she had committed a
technical offence is undeniable; but so did Andreas Hofer and other
victims of Napoleonic tyranny whose doom patriotic Germans never
cease to execrate. We do not know whether the hide-bound brutality
of the military authorities or the lying trickery of the civilians
is the more repulsive. Both were determined that Miss Cavell should
die, and they conspired together to shoot her before an appeal
could be lodged. They have killed the English nurse, as Napoleon
killed the Duc D'Enghien, and by killing her they have immeasurably
deepened the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</SPAN></span> stain of infamy that degrades them in the eyes of the
whole world. They could have done no deed better calculated to
serve the British cause.'</p>
</blockquote>
<p><i>The Morning Post.</i></p>
<blockquote><p>'Often as in the course of the past fifteen months we have been
astounded by the relapses into elemental barbarism which our
adversaries have exhibited, perhaps there is no case that shows up
so much as this the ghastly descent of the German character into
primitive brutality. When it is admitted that the charge was proved
true, by the accused's confessions, and that it was a charge that,
according to the military code in force at Brussels, might be
visited with the penalty of death, all is said that can be said for
the real criminals. A proclamation of martial law usually invests
the military authority with the power of inflicting the severest
penalties over a wide range of offences. This does not mean that
that authority is to deal in nothing but death sentences. But it
is<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</SPAN></span> quite useless to look for any colourable pretext for German
remorselessness in this matter. They were resolved from the first
to commit this deed of cruelty, but they were feverishly anxious
that it should be kept secret until beyond recall. From the moment
that the American Legation was known to have got news of Miss
Cavell's arrest and to be concerned in seeing that she was properly
defended, the German local Government begins to adopt every means
for throwing dust in the eyes of the United States representatives.
Surely such a story has never been presented to the modern world as
is here unfolded.</p>
<p>'All who have given attention to Napoleonic literature must have
recollections of prints of the death of the Duc D'Enghien—the
firing party under the glare of the torches, the prisoner standing
on the brink of his newly dug grave. In Napoleon's lifetime, and
for many years after, nothing hurt his personal reputation more
than this summary, furtive execution in the dead of night that
seemed to proclaim its own<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</SPAN></span> blood-guiltiness. But the great
Frenchman acted in this matter with the motives and in the manner
of an Eastern Sultan. He saw a man whom, rightly or wrongly, he
believed to be a danger to himself; he arrested him lawlessly on
foreign soil, and struck him down lawlessly. But what is there in
common between such an episode and the midnight execution of a
defenceless woman who never meant harm to any human being, who only
came within reach of the criminal law by her superior regard for
the higher precepts of mercy and compassion?</p>
<p>'When we think of the scene in that Brussels jail we may well
wonder that at this time of day it should be possible to get men to
participate in such a deed. Is it that insufficient blood has been
shed during this past year that men should hunger after one
harmless life? Yet we should evidently make a great mistake to
treat our heroic countrywoman's end as if a mere case for
compassion.</p>
<p>'One cannot mourn beyond a certain<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</SPAN></span> point for such a death. Who
could have dreamed a few years ago that English womanhood would be
producing such a heroine—the counterpart and realization in actual
life of the Antigone whom the tragedian's inspired imagination has
held up to the world's admiration for so many centuries?'</p>
</blockquote>
<p><i>The Daily Telegraph.</i></p>
<blockquote><p>'We do not know whether any comment would be adequate in a case
like this, or whether, indeed, all comment is not superfluous. We
have had large experience of the brutality with which the enemy
conducts his warfare, and especially the inhuman recklessness with
which he pursues his vengeance against the civilian population of
the countries which he invades. We venture to think, however, that
in the case of a nurse, a woman whose life is dedicated to the
alleviation of pain, cruelty of this kind, cruelty that presses
against her the very extremity of martial law, is more diabolical
even than all the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</SPAN></span> other counts of a growing indictment. No other
nation in Europe, we believe, would have put a nurse to death in
circumstances of this kind. They would have made some allowance for
her woman's tender heart, even though she had been guilty of an
offence, and therefore deserved some punishment. Nothing, probably,
can now brand with fouler infamy the German name, stained as it is
by all the damning items in its past record, from Louvain and the
<i>Lusitania</i> down to the murder of an English nurse.'</p>
</blockquote>
<p><i>The Standard.</i></p>
<blockquote><p>'Those who sorrow for the death of a good and brave Englishwoman
who died for her country as truly and nobly as any soldier in the
field must most warmly acknowledge the efforts made on her behalf
by the Ministers of the United States and of Spain. Everything
which could be done by gentlemen of kindly spirit and resolution to
save her was done. We are once more under a debt of unbounded
gratitude to<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</SPAN></span> those neutrals who have, from the first, striven to
maintain some of the mitigations of the horrors of warfare which
our enemy thrusts aside with contempt. They strained their
diplomatic prerogatives to the utmost in the cause of mercy, and,
if all their efforts were unavailing to combat the logical savagery
of the German military mind, the fault was none of theirs. We must
add also that, despite the horror at the outrage which they cannot
conceal, the representatives of the United States who have reported
are perfectly fair to the Germans. Although their own proposals for
the defence of Miss Cavell were rejected, they do not deny that her
trial was, in a sense, fair, and that the issue was in accordance
with the evidence and the provisions of the German military code.
The correspondence of Mr. Brand Whitlock with Mr. Page, and the
documents he forwards, gain the greater cogency from their frank
avowal of that fact. Murder by process of law is, of course, no
rare thing. Judge Jeffreys was a murderer of that kind. But<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</SPAN></span> it has
always aroused greater anger and contempt among men of right
feeling than murder of any other kind, and those, we are sure, will
be the feelings aroused throughout the world by the story of the
murder of this noble woman, who, if she offended against the laws
of her country's foes, could have been so easily rendered harmless
by means far less severe. The vengeance of the strong upon the weak
is the most abhorrent spectacle in the eyes of all right-minded
people which can be exhibited.</p>
<p>'It would be easy to pour forth vials of denunciation on the heads
of the Germans for this act. But it is utterly useless to do so,
and, if useless, then weak. A homely proverb says that you can
expect nothing from a pig but a grunt, and we know by this time
what to expect from our present enemy. Their standard of justice,
of manliness, of chivalry, is altogether diverse from ours, and
atrocities such as this done on Miss Cavell must simply confirm us
in our determination that it is our standard<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</SPAN></span> and not theirs which
is going to prevail in the world of the future. As one outrage
follows another the conviction grows the stronger that the world on
the Prussian model would be an intolerable place, and that every
man who loves freedom, mercy, and justice had better die than live
to see it so. The correspondence must be read in full. We shall not
attempt to discuss it in detail. In due course, as we most fully
believe, the blood of all those who have perished to slake the
brutal German thirst for dominion will be required at the hands of
the guilty. On the other hand, the name of Edith Cavell is
henceforth enshrined among the patriots and martyrs who have died
nobly for the honour of the Empire. May her relatives and friends
find comfort in that thought!'</p>
</blockquote>
<p><i>The Daily Mail.</i></p>
<blockquote><p>'The story of Miss Cavell's arrest, trial, and martyrdom is one of
those sublime tragedies which make the deepest appeal to the heart
of man. The facts cover the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</SPAN></span> enemy with eternal infamy. The Germans
did to death a woman whose whole life had been dedicated to the
service of suffering man, for a breach of a barbarous law which
they themselves had imposed. All efforts to save her were in vain.
The German authorities tricked and attempted to deceive the United
States Minister at Brussels, who made the most persistent exertions
in her behalf. They evidently hurried on the execution in order
that no chance might baulk them of their prey. This is a deed which
in its horror and wicked purposelessness stuns the world and cries
to heaven for vengeance.</p>
<p>'Miss Cavell neither grieved nor faltered when she knew her fate.
She was happy, she said, to die for her country; and a life which
had been generously devoted to a noble work was crowned by an
heroic death. It is difficult to say what inspiration a nation does
not draw from such an example as hers, which lifts up even the
meanest and most selfish heart to new heights of unselfish love and
devotion.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</SPAN></span> "To weep would do her wrong." Her life and death are
beautiful as those of the saints of old, and will move mankind like
immortal music or song. In the truest sense she may be said to have
died happy. Her country will never forget her. Her memory will
brace our troops in the hour of battle, and when the grey forms
close in the North Sea it will be there. Those who die thus have
won immortality.'</p>
</blockquote>
<p><i>The Daily Chronicle.</i></p>
<blockquote><p>'In a War which numbers its casualties by millions, and which has
witnessed holocausts of atrocity like the sinking of the
<i>Lusitania</i> and the sack of Louvain, the murder of a single lady
may seem a small episode. But the enormity of a crime is not always
measured by the number of its victims. Here was a lady of education
who had devoted her life to the relief of human suffering. The head
of a great nursing institute, she had helped to train hundreds of
nurses, including Germans. When the War broke out she devoted her<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</SPAN></span>
whole strength to the care of the wounded, and had lavished her
personal attention on wounded German soldiers. Latterly she had
assisted certain British, French, and Belgian soldiers to escape to
England across the Dutch frontier. Charged with this military
offence, she admitted it with complete candour; indeed, she seems
to have been the principal witness against herself. One may safely
affirm that, having regard to her transparently humanitarian
motives and all the circumstances of the case, no Government in the
world but the German would have inflicted the death penalty on such
a culprit. They not merely inflicted it, but compassed its
infliction with a mixture of duplicity and brutality that must make
every decent human being's gorge rise. Of Miss Cavell herself no
one will dispute that if any death in this War has been heroic,
hers was; one cannot say less, and no one could say more. The sense
of the whole civilized world can be left to judge between this
helpless woman and her murderers.'</p>
</blockquote><p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><i>The Scotsman.</i></p>
<blockquote><p>'That Miss Cavell was guilty of an offence against martial law was
not denied. But it was not a crime that implied any moral
delinquency or transgression of the normal rules of human conduct.
On the contrary, it was prompted by the spirit of self-sacrifice
and mercy that had guided her whole life, but of which not the
tiniest measure was yielded to herself by the men who pursued her
to the death. While it may be said that she acted imprudently, and
that punishment, and even severe punishment, for her offence was to
be looked for, she acted from motives and under circumstances that
could only raise her in the eyes of all who are capable of
appreciating generosity, courage, and kindness. No suspicion of
espionage was attached to her conduct; no accusation of that nature
was brought against her; and on being charged with what she had
done, she made full and frank acknowledgement. This candour of
confession was turned against her as one of the aggravations<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</SPAN></span> of
her offence. It is made but too clear that the tribunal before
which she was hurried thirsted for her blood and for the blood of
all who were concerned in the escape of those prisoners from the
tender mercies of the Brussels military authorities. Having already
lain for several weeks in prison, Miss Cavell was brought before a
court-martial, and after a two-days' trial was sentenced to death
in the evening and led out to execution early next morning. There
was a surreptitiousness as well as a vindictiveness about the whole
proceedings that cannot but amaze, as well as horrify and disgust.'</p>
</blockquote>
<p><i>The Irish Times.</i></p>
<blockquote><p>'If any one in Ireland still fails to see the necessity for
resisting to the utmost the extension of Prussian power in Europe,
this should open his eyes. It will be equally admitted by every one
but her executioners that her sex, her kindness to German wounded,
and her charitable intentions in<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</SPAN></span> committing the undoubted offence
against the law imposed upon Belgium by the conquerors should have
been regarded as good reasons for treating her with leniency. All
these considerations were ignored by the German authorities. Their
haste to accomplish the foul deed without possibility of
interference is not out of keeping with the worst that we know of
savage races. In utter contrast with their proceedings, there was
reported yesterday the hearing in a North of England town of an
appeal by a woman charged with attempted espionage against a
sentence of six months' imprisonment. The woman was of German
descent; she had sought information concerning a shell factory, and
she admitted that she would have passed it on to the Germans if
possible. Her trial was fair and careful, and she had the fullest
opportunity of securing legal advice at every stage. Her appeal was
patiently heard. So it is with every case of the kind, whatever may
be the nationality of the accused person. British justice has a
name<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</SPAN></span> throughout the world. Henceforth, so will German justice, but
the name will be of other significance.'</p>
</blockquote>
<p><i>The Nursing Mirror.</i></p>
<blockquote><p>'The heroic and tragic death of Miss Edith Cavell has placed the
martyr's crown on the head of this most courageous and patriotic
woman, and has consecrated afresh the whole of the nursing
profession for her sake in the eyes of the world. Never has the
heart of the nation been more deeply stirred than by this crowning
deed of infamy; never have the vials of its righteous indignation
been poured forth in such a torrent of just anger. The whole of the
civilized world has risen as one man to protest against this
violation of all the laws of mercy and of judgement against this
act by which Germany stands forth for all time alone, apart,
leprous and unclean, among the people of the earth. Her words to
the chaplain on the evening before her execution were those of
quiet courage and resignation. Spoken in the stern solemnity<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</SPAN></span> of
that prison cell, with the sincerity that comes from the nearness
of the eternal dawn, these words carry a force and conviction they
might otherwise lack to every one of her fellow workers round the
world, and are driven home to each heart like a nail fastened in a
sure place.... This day of national adversity is our day of
opportunity. In it may we be all "brave in peril, constant in
tribulation, and in all changes of fortune, and down to the gates
of death, loyal and loving one to another."'</p>
</blockquote>
<p><i>The Lady's Pictorial.</i></p>
<blockquote><p>'It is difficult to speak of the crime which has blotted the
already foul page of Germany's infamy in constrained language. The
whole civilized world stands aghast at the callous brutality and
deceit of the German officials in Brussels who have done to death a
noble Englishwoman; and words are impotent things in which to
express the horror, the disgust, the fury, that this brave woman's
murder has excited. Nor is it possible to deal in other<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</SPAN></span> than
conventional phrases with her splendid self-sacrifice. She has died
for her country, but she has also won the martyr's crown. Her love
for her country was boundless. To serve it she ran a risk the
gravity of which she fully recognized, and she freely admitted that
in so doing she had offended against military laws. We all know—it
is written for all time on the pages of history—how she paid the
penalty. There is no need to retell the shameful story, to extol
further her splendid heroism, to waste breath in execrating the
savages whose name is now besmirched beyond all cleansing; whose
blood-thirst has been slaked at the heart of a helpless woman. But
it is worth while—it cannot be too often repeated—to cry aloud
that Edith Cavell died that her countrywomen may live. Who dared to
ask what is one woman among the tens of thousands of men who have
perished for their country in view of all that this heroic nurse's
slaughter means to England? Dying in her country's service,
sacrificed to the savagery of the most<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</SPAN></span> treacherous, bestial,
merciless enemy against which civilized peoples have ever had to
fight, a victim to their lust of hate, she has left to Englishwomen
an example and a message which must surely stir them to follow her,
if need be, to death.'</p>
</blockquote>
<p><i>The British Weekly.</i></p>
<blockquote><p>'The Saxon name Edith, which is linked with the most ancient
glories of English history, has acquired a new lustre through the
sufferings of Edith Cavell. In every church on Sunday preachers
sounded the praise of the loving, gentle woman who was shot by the
Germans in Brussels in the dark of a mid-October night a few hours
before the fleet of Zeppelins started on their flight towards
London. Her only crime was that she furthered the escape from
Belgium of her countrymen and their Allies. The shield clasped for
their sake in her delicate hand was like the buckler of Arthur in
Spenser's poem, "All of diamond perfect pure and cleene," and
coming ages will see that it was hewn out of the adamant<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</SPAN></span> rock.
Amid the panoply of the martyrs her diamond shield will burn.'</p>
</blockquote>
<p><i>The Catholic Times.</i></p>
<blockquote><p>'Baron von Bissing, the German Governor-General of Belgium,
recently addressing a meeting of German women in Brussels, said,
"We must do our best to carry on here in Belgium a real German
'Kultur' work." He has just given the world a proof of what the
Germans can do for the promotion of "Kultur" in Belgium. It is a
proof which has brought home fully to civilized people the truth
that when the Germans are called barbarians there is no
exaggeration in the charge. The shooting of women is a relic of
barbarism abhorrent to the general feeling of the present day. The
execution of Miss Cavell brings into relief once more the main
characteristic of German warfare. Laws, civilized customs,
honourable traditions, must give way if they obstruct German
domination. A multitude of Belgians, male and female, have been put
to death with as much<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</SPAN></span> cruelty as was displayed towards Miss
Cavell. It is needless to say that by revealing their true
character during the War the Germans have been fighting most
effectively against their own cause. The horror excited by their
infamies is worth whole regiments of recruiting-sergeants. Not only
in the countries at war with Germany, but amongst the populations
of the neutral nations, it produces the firm belief that there
could be no greater enemy of popular rights than Germany, and that
the success of German "Kultur" work would blast civilization like a
deadly blight.'</p>
</blockquote>
<h4><span class="smcap">The Voice of France</span></h4>
<p>The French Senate 'bowed with respect and profound emotion before the
memory of this heroic martyr to duty, who sacrificed her life in the
cause of patriotism and of eternal right'; and the French press glowed
with magnificent tributes to the memory of the brave Englishwoman. One
of the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</SPAN></span> most striking articles was that communicated to <i>L'Homme
Enchaîné</i> by M. Clemenceau:</p>
<blockquote><p>'It was necessary that Miss Cavell, symbolizing in her heroic death
and her simplicity an incalculable mass of awful butchery, should
rise from her tomb to show the Germans that every soul of living
humanity revolts with disgust against a cause which can only defend
itself by a most cowardly assassination.</p>
<p>'The profound truth is that she honoured her country in dying for
that which is the finest in the human soul—the conscience of a
grandeur of which the greater part of us dreams, and which only a
few of the elect have a chance of realizing. This was the lot of
Miss Cavell; driven to a wall by a detachment of riflemen, she was
walking without a complaint, without a regret, being already no
longer of this earth, when a physical faintness made her falter. To
me it only makes her appear greater, since, combination of strength
and weakness,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</SPAN></span> she thus showed herself woman, purely woman, to the
end. "Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?"—"My God, My God, why hast
Thou forsaken Me?"—said Another on His cross, in a moment of
weakness and distress by which the splendour of His sacrifice was
increased.</p>
<p>'Edith Cavell did not speak a word; she fell. Thereupon an officer,
a representative gentleman of "Germany above everything," a
delegate of the Emperor, and, through the Emperor, of "the old
German God," carrying out his despicable task of butcher, calmly
drew near, placed his revolver at the temple of his victim, pressed
the trigger, and then, with his hand red with blood, signed to his
"men," if such I may call them, that the work of Germania was done.
We shall not forget the name of Miss Cavell, but we do not know, we
never shall know, the name of the other. He calls himself a
German—that is enough. Every other German would have claimed the
honour of carrying out the same task. Since the day of Joan of Arc,
to whose<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</SPAN></span> memory I know that the British will one day wish to erect
a statue, Great Britain has owed us this return. She has given it
nobly.</p>
<p>'Now the Eumenides are let loose—Miss Edith Cavell, murdered by a
coward, will live among the men of all ages and of all countries
with a life which, for a time of which one cannot foresee the end,
will bring shame and torment on the people on whom her blood lies;
and that the lesson may be lasting, I should like to see in Rome,
Brussels, Nish, Paris, London, and Petrograd, as an indestructible
memorial of a community of sentiment, a statue of this noble woman
and of the German officer. It would be sufficient to take as a
model the excellent drawing published by Abel Faivre in the <i>Echo
de Paris</i>, in which that fine artist has indicated in a few strokes
of sublime grandeur the nobility of the blessed victim, and,
without forcing anything, the features of the assassin.</p>
<p>'Those who come after us, and whose knowledge of the terrible
realities of these<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</SPAN></span> days will only be derived from cold,
dispassionate words, must have before their eyes an image recalling
the living facts: Edith Cavell and a Boche without name,
representative of a people which, feeling the weight of universal
opprobrium, has not found one spark of conscience from which to
utter one word of protest.'</p>
</blockquote>
<p><i>The Journal des Débats.</i></p>
<blockquote><p>'Miss Cavell died like a heroine, like a true worthy daughter of
England, the victim of those who would like to have killed her
country, and who revenged themselves on a woman. The murder of Miss
Cavell deserves to be avenged, and it will be, and in a manner more
terrible than the Germans dream of. The soul of England and the
soul of France are to-day united over the body of poor but glorious
Miss Cavell in a most sacred oath.'</p>
</blockquote>
<p><i>Intransigeant.</i></p>
<blockquote><p>'The German who cold-bloodedly, without even the excuse of the
passion of<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</SPAN></span> battle, judged, condemned, and executed Miss Cavell is
a monster, a being who has placed himself voluntarily beyond the
pale of human law. England, who has furnished us with so many
causes for gratitude since the beginning of the War, now offers for
our admiration a loyal, strong, and simple heroine. This winter at
the feast of Joan of Arc English officers brought flowers to her
statue. The French will not forget the great example of Edith
Cavell. She has entered the eternal light which shines on the
foreheads of heroines and martyrs. For centuries to come little
children will spell her name, and learn in the story of her life
lessons of courage.'</p>
</blockquote>
<h4><span class="smcap">Dutch Protests</span></h4>
<p>The German reign of terror just over their own borders the Dutch may
accept as a menace and a warning to themselves; but the assassination of
Nurse Cavell aroused the most emphatic denunciations of the crime.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><i>The Amsterdam Telegraaf.</i></p>
<blockquote><p>'Under the fatherly government of Bissing, the Belgians at present
have cause to envy the Parisians of 1793 in the Reign of Terror.
Not a person is sure of his life, and certainly not an honest and
brave person, for the German reign of terror seeks by frightful
examples to make the whole of Belgium a nation of traitors and
cowards. Love of country, which the Germans themselves claim to
honour as the highest virtue, they punish in the enemy as the most
frightful crime.</p>
<p>'In the last fortnight were pronounced ten sentences of death and
thirty-two of penal servitude for from ten to fifteen years. Among
these death sentences were four women. We wrote once in this
journal, "Holland is incapable of shuddering any more." We were
wrong. The death penalty on a brave woman has caused the whole of
this country to freeze with horror. Openly and unashamed Germany
makes herself a nation of outlaws against whom in the future every
possible<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</SPAN></span> measure of reprisal must be counted as warranted.'</p>
</blockquote>
<p><i>Nieuws Van Den Dag.</i></p>
<blockquote><p>'What poor psychologists German officials and officers seem to be!
They started with the request to the Belgian Government for free
passage; they then overwhelmed the neutral press with one-sided
reports regarding the <i>Lusitania</i> case and the visits of Zeppelins
to undefended towns; finally, incidents of this sort! Everywhere
they betray a lack of the most elementary conception of
psychology.'</p>
</blockquote>
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