ing in the background of my mind a picture of a cool body of
water named Galilee, and of a Christ who had been sleeping in a boat on
that water with some of his friends, when a storm came up. I had been
thinking of how frightened those friends had been of the storm; of the
tossing, tumbling, turbulent waves. I had thought of how they had
trembled with fear, and then of how they had appealed to the Master. I
told the boys simply that story, and then I prayed:

"O Thou Christ who stilled the waves of Galilee, come Thou into the
hearts of these boys just now, and still their trembling limbs and
tongues. Bring a great sense of peace and quiet into their souls."

"Oh, ye of little faith!" When I looked up from that prayer, much to
my own astonishment, and to the astonishment of the friend who was with
me, the tremblings of those fine American boys had perceptibly ceased.
There was a great sense of quiet and peace in the ward.

The nurse told me the next day that after I had gone the boys went
quietly to bed; that there was little tossing that night and no walking
the floors, as there had been before. A doctor friend said to me:
"After all, maybe your medicine is best, for while we are more or less
groping in the dark as to our treatment of shell-shock, we do know that
the only cure will be that something comes into their souls to give
them quiet of mind and peace within."

"I know what that medicine is," I told him. "I have seen it work."

"What is it?" he asked.

Then I told him of my experience.

"You may be right."

And so it is all over France; where I have worked in some twenty
hospitals--from the first-aid dressing-stations back through the
evacuation hospitals to the base hospitals--and have found that the
reaction of our boys to wounds and suffering is always a spiritual
reaction. I know as I know no other thing, that the boys of America
are to come back, wounded or otherwise, a better crowd of men than they
went away. They are men reborn, and when they come back, when it's
"over, over there," there is to be a nation reborn because of the
leaven that is within their souls.

V

SILHOUETTES OF SACRILEGE

During the last year there has come into French art a new era of the
silhouette. In every art store in Paris one sees wonderful silhouettes
which tell the story of the horror of the Hun better than any words can
paint it, and when one attempts to paint it he must attempt it in word
silhoue