ause. To face
odds like that! It was intoxicating.

At last he could bear it no longer. Just as the band ceased and the rest
of the audience subsided again to their morning papers, the Pacificist
rose. He walked a little unsteadily. The light of battle flashed from
his eyes, meeting and beating down what he took, erroneously, to be the
glare of a hostile mob. (As a matter of fact no one noticed him any
more). Stumbling, white-faced, with set lips and the face of a
visionary, he gained the turnstile. This, this, was victory! One against
so many! He had proved himself. He had conquered!

The battle-spirit--for, despite his honest conviction, his forebears had
been soldiers and sea-dogs--surged up within him. How splendid it was,
this fighting down opposition! What was life, after all, but a fight? He
had never realized that before. But now he knew. The flame that burnt in
his blood demanded other foes, other worlds to conquer. It had become an
urgent need with him to continue fighting; almost anyone would do.

Immediately opposite to the turnstile was the open door of a large
building; flags surmounted it, and at each side was a large proclamation
in red and white. With shoulders squared, flashing eye, and the
demeanour of NAPOLEON at the head of the Old Guard, the Pacificist
entered the recruiting office. "I have come," he said fiercely, "to
enlist!"

* * * * *

SUPER-SYMPATHY.

"The crumbling towers, the shattered fanes,
The havoc of the Belgian plains;
Dead mothers, children, priests and nuns,
Who fall before My conquering Huns--
Believe Me, friends, these grievous woes
Deprive Me of My due repose,
And, though enforced by higher need,
Make My Imperial bosom bleed."

As the fat spider wipes its eye
Over each strangulated fly;
As ABDUL HAMID once was fain
To weep for the Armenian slain;
As HAYNAU felt his eyelids drip
When women cowered beneath his whip;
As TORQUEMADA doubtless bled
With sorrow for the tortured dead--
So in his own peculiar style
Weeps the Imperial Crocodile.

* * * * *

THE IMPERIAL PRUSSIAN COLLEGE OF CULTURE.

_Telegrams_: "Kultur, Berlin."

_Principal_ Dr. von Hackheim, assisted by a large staff of
University Professors.

Brutality is acknowledged by the most distinguished Teutonic
psychologists to have an important place in modern warfare, as serving
to maintain a pro