ing the
enemy's cavalry," he writes, "and for two days my brigade was in action
with the British. They know how to fight and they astonish us by their
marvelous powers of organization and their coolness."

Yes, we know that of old. We also know that England never closes her
doors to liberty. We have a confused memory of the hospitality given to
our priests in the times of the Revolution. Now England provides us with
fresh proof of her kindness of heart. You have heard the news--the
professors and students of the Catholic University of Louvain invited to
Cambridge. The destroyed Belgian university reconstituted in the home of
the celebrated English university. What a magnificent idea!

I do not know whether the author who has spoken so well of France in the
great English newspaper has ever visited this country. But he has surely
meditated on our history and has divined the reason of the very
existence of France; why she merits love beyond her frontiers, and why
she should be defended "like a treasure." England is not made up of
traders, soldiers, sailors, politicians, but also--and that is what the
French people will learn better every day--of poets, subtle
philosophers, and of thoughtful and religious spirits.

In truth, the day which Joan of Arc foresaw has arrived. She did not
hate the English. It was only their intolerable rule of the kingdom
which was hateful to her. The good maid of Lorraine said that after
having driven the English out of France she would reconcile them with
the French and lead them together in a crusade. This has become true.
Her dream is accomplished. The crusade is not against the Saracens, but
it is a crusade all the same.

*France*

*From The London Times Literary Supplement*

Among all the sorrows of this war there is one joy for us in it: that it
has made us brothers with the French as no other two nations have ever
been brothers before. There has come to us, after ages of conflict, a
kind of millennium of friendship; and in that we feel there is a hope
for the world that outweighs all our fears, even at the height of the
worldwide calamity. There were days and days, during the swift German
advance, when we feared that the French armies were no match for the
German, that Germany would be conquered on the seas and from her eastern
frontier, that after the war France would remain a power only through
the support of her Allies. For that fear we must now ask forgiveness;
but at l