A Little House in War Time

“O God of battles, steel my soldiers’ hearts!” is the prayer on the lips of all of us; and we feel through all, even as Harry the King, the same proud confidence in the good blo...

“No, miss, we are not taking many prisoners now. No, we’re not likely to. Well, think of our case. Just one little bit out of the whole long line. They caught our sergeant--the...

There is, we believe, a large number of people who regard this fighting spirit as a purely animal quality; recently, indeed, a certain professor delivered a lecture on the subje...

To go to Tre Fontane and visit the spot of his martyrdom is to return to the primitive ages of the Church. The fisherman lies in a tomb such as no king or emperor, no hero or co...

We think there are a good many women about the world of the type of the spinster and her sisters, and we are also convinced that it would be quite impossible to succeed in impre...

The June scents of the Villino garden are very wonderful, peculiarly so this year, under the searching brilliancy of the unclouded heavens. There is the sweetbriar, and there ar...

It will not surprise any garden owner to learn that this is the year of all others in which Adam, the Villino gardener, had an “accident” with the cuttings, and that therefore t...

We had thought he looked like a hunted hare. He had that expression of mortal agony stamped on his face, which is often seen--more shame for us!--on some poor dumb creature in t...

“‘J’entends des paroles amies Que je ne comprends pas. Je me sens loin, bien loin, de la patrie.... D’où vient que ces voix me semblent familières?’ ‘Mon père, nous sommes en An...

Yet it is a mistake to use the word “post-impressionist” in connection with our border; for that movement, with all its pretended revival of the old pagan spirit of joy, was onl...

“God gave all men all earth to love, But, since our hearts are small, Ordained for each one spot should prove Beloved over all; That, as He watched Creation’s birth, So we, in G...

In the midst of a profound silence the Colonel read _L’Ordre du Jour_, which, by King Albert’s command, conferred upon the fallen _Guide_ the Order of Leopold--for valour--and t...

“There are two hundred, or three hundred perhaps--spaniels, sheep-dogs, fox-terriers, even small ridiculous lap-dogs--and they wait, all of them, with their heads turned in the...

The reaper has come forth to reap out of season, and the young corn is mown down in the green ear, and all the poppies and the pretty flowers go down with it.