glory of the Lord"-that she huddled close to the column; when the chorus closed with the full force of triumphant emphasis, "For the mouth of the Lord hath spoken it," she tore the collar of her dress apart and panted. "He shall feed his flock like a shepherd "--that was a relief; she could bear it, enjoy it, perhaps understand it; but the chorus and the organ with its wide-open diapasons-they were too much. row. "Behold and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sor." She knew what that meant. Whose sorrow she did not know, but sorrow was as familiar as the face of day, and she wept softly, tears of relief, for this was the first time sorrow had ever found a voice for her. Now she was rested, and at peace. But when suddenly the first "Hallelujah" thundered through the Cathedral, Jeanne sprang to her feet; when the chorus passed into the mighty unison, "For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth," she was ntterly stunned. She clung to the column for a moment, moaned, and then ran swiftly toward the door; before she reached it she reeled and fell in a faint. That part of the strange tale, the Major assured me, came through a canon who had watched her from the time she entered the nave. He picked her up, carried her across the close to his house, and there, as she revived under gentle ministrations, he learned something of her emotions. That night, or in the early morning, while deep in a drunken sleep, Jeanne's father thought he heard a piercing cry, but he could not be sure. When he went downstairs to begin the day's work, and entered the room that faced the bar, he found Jeanne lying forward across the open harmonium with a knife plunged sheer to her heart. "There is one other strange thing," said the Major. "A half-witted man who worked about the place and slept in an unfurnished room just above that in which Jeanne was found dead, testified at the coroner's inquest that he too heard the cry; but just before the cry he heard Jeanne playing the harmonium and singing a hymn he had often heard the dissenters sing in Petham village The Lion of Judah.' Curiously, I never heard that hymn until my man Baker played it on his concertina in India; and, and it is connected in my mind now, not only with that countryside tragedy of Jeanne, but with that splendid tragedy of our expeditionary force in the first campaign, from Mons back to the forming of the rigid lines in Flanders." The following morning the Major became abruptly didactic, and for the first time he spoke of himself. "I have never been able to think of God according to the orthodox definitions. They do not define. God is a spirit,' for instance. Spirit has no positive connotation for me; it is negative, the mere absence of anything material. Neither can I conceive God as love. Indeed, I cannot get a sense of reality into the word love-therefore it is useless to me as a symbol or medium. My parents died before I knew them. As far as I know, not a living soul loves me; and I cannot think of any one I love or ever have loved. I admire and respect many; I revere a few. But if the word, as used in literature, means anything at all, it implies a warmer, more intense, more exalted, and a more sacrificial feeling than anything I have experienced. "But when I say God is harmony, it means something clear and definitive, something simple enough in its more primary expression to be apprehended by children, yet something so gloriously vast and sublime in its constantly progress ive forms that it engages the loftiest minds and engrosses the deepest emotions. Nothing expresses God so comprehensively and exactly as music. If you want the beginning of things, you must go, not to paintings or to science, but to Haydn's Creation. No theology or creed brings God into human life as does Handel's Messiah.' And nothing voices the neverfailing power of vicarious suffering as does Gounod's Redemption." 6 "Every afternoon," continued the Major, "I go to the organ Public Library. The Lion of Judab. in the church and work upon an oratorio I am composing. Those of us who were in the fury of the war in its first phase in 1914 are just beginning to realize that we were working out the most glorious epic of the ages. At the time we did not know it; we were fighting as professionals and in a professional way, just as we had been taught. The war had practically no meaning beyond its strategy and its tactics, the traditional honor of the British army and the untarnished name of the several regiments. We never gave a thought to ideals and motives; we never thought of safeguarding democracy, defending civilization, saving humanity, or serving God. And yet, though none of us articulated it, there was something stirring in our souls of that wider, diviner issue, or we could never have fought and suffered as we did. "And, curiously, that something got linked up in my case with a crude musical composition called 'The Lion of Judah,' a hymn sung by a sect of dissenters known as Primitive Methodists. There is something heroic and prophetic in the thing; it seems to belong to the awful moments when the odds are all against you; it has a way of making you feel that through the blood and pain and humiliation and reverses there must come the ultimate victory that is why I have adopted it as my motif. There cannot be ultimate victory apart from justice, equity, truth; those qualities inhere in things harmonious and they inhere in God. That is a creed which needs no revision, and our men wrought it out through a hundred Gethsemanes and Calvarys from Mons to Ypres. It is for them that I write, and those who remain, maimed and broken, shall be taught to sing it to the world." [Those who are using the weekly outline should not attempt to cover the whole of an outline in any one lesson or study. Assign for one lesson selected questions, one or two propositions for discussion, and only such words as are found in the material assigned. Or distribute selected questions among different members of the class or group and have them report their findings to all when assembled. Then have all discuss the questions together.] I-INTERNATIONAL AFFAIRS A. Topic: England's Fighting Spirit. 1. What facts has The Outlook presented in this reference which show what the fight ing spirit of England really consists of? 2. Is The Outlook sustained by facts in saying that "England is more ready than we to make changes in administration whenever necessary for improvement"? 3. Do you know of any changes in administration" that should be made by us? Discuss. 4. Are democracies "blind and deaf to visible menace and reiterated warning"? Give evidences. If they are, who is responsible? 5. Name and discuss some lessons for America found in this topic. 6. It will profit you much to read "England and the. War," by André Chevrillon (Doubleday Page), and "Britain in Arms," by Jules Destrée (Lane). B. Topic: The Lichnowsky Revelations; The Kaiser's Responsibility; What 1. What do the Lichnowsky revelations C. Topic: Japan, Germany, Russia, and 1. What are the spirit and object of Japan as disclosed by Mr. Mason's inter- II-NATIONAL AFFAIRS Topic: Wanted-A Statesman. 1. For what reasons does The Outlook III-PROPOSITIONS FOR DISCUSSION (These propositions are suggested directly or indirectly by the subject-matter of The Outlook, but not discussed in it.) 1. History will hold William II responsible for this war. 2. America is a laggard nation. 3. Japan is not a militaristic nation. IV-VOCABULARY BUILDING (All of the following words and expressions are found in The Outlook for May 1, 1918. Both before and after looking them up in the dictionary or elsewhere, give their meaning in your own words. The figures in parentheses refer to pages on which the words may be found.) Teutonic Kultur, apologists (8); aestheticism, patrimony, reprobation (10); intervention, hodgepodge, bureaucracy (18); camouflage, seniority (11). A booklet suggesting methods of using the Weekly Outline of Current History will be sent on application 8 May THE NEW BOOKS This Department will include descriptive notes, with or without brief comments, about books received by The Outlook. Many of the important books will have more extended and critical treatment later BOOKS FOR YOUNG FOLKS Stephen's Last Chance. By Margaret Ashmun. The Macmillan Company, New York. $1.50. A capital boy's story. Stephen, a homeless Montana city boy, just about to be sent to an asylum, finds his "last chance" in a casual street meeting with a ranchman and his wife. How he learned ranch life and loved it and how a {fine human relation grew up between him and his new friends is here told. There is fun in the telling. Every boy will like it-and others than boys also. HISTORY, POLITICAL ECONOMY, AND POLITICS Mayflower Pilgrims (The). By Edmund Janes Carpenter. Illustrated. The Abingdon The story of the Pilgrims is well told, well illustrated, and exceptionally well printed in this book, which will interest all descendants of the Mayflower voyagers and all others who may like to have a readable sketch of these notable pioneers. TRAVEL AND DESCRIPTION Roving and Fighting. Adventures Under A "fighting" book that does not deal with the present struggle is a welcome novelty. Major O'Reilly's adventures took him to Cuba during the Spanish War, to Japan, to China, to Venezuela, and to Mexico. His book is replete with "thrills." WAR BOOKS Father of a Soldier (The). By W. J. Dawson. 66 Here are two books about the war, widely separate in many respects but yet united in a most important respect that of the spiritual dynamic which war is. The first book, written far away from the front, is by the father of a well-known writer who has published a widely read war book, Carry On." The other author is a soldier at the front. The first speaks of the war from the standpoint of the man beyond draft age who stays at home; the second from the standpoint of the man in the trenches who is doing the actual fighting. The books should, if possible, be read together. One supplies what the other lacks and must lack. Both books should immensely hearten those who need heartening. Front Lines. By Boyd Cable. E. P. Dutton & Co., New York. $1.50. The author's name is very well known as that of a contributor of vivid and tense accounts of life at the front and in the trenches. The book is full of incident and bits of experience, and is a cheerful and encouraging piece of war literature. Soul of the Soldier (The). Sketches from the Western Battlefront. By Thomas Tiplady. The Fleming H. Revell Company, New York. $1.25. Unusually tender and sympathetic interpretations of the finer traits of the British soldier. 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We furnish complete Infants' Outfits at various prices, depending upon the number of pieces desired. Prices with detailed information will be submitted upon request. Maids' Aprons and Caps. Dix-made Nurses' and Maids' Uniforms at reasonable prices. A FRENCH CHAPLAIN AMONG It was my privilege to visit the United States last winter as a delegate from the French Protestant churches to the American Christian people. I met everywhere the finest reception, and heard a hundred times and more the same question: "How do you like America?" Very much," was my reply. On my return home I was lucky enough to pay a visit to the American camps in France, and I could ask the soldiers: "How do you like France ?" "Fine!" was the unanimous answer. In many French towns the American service hat and the khaki uniform are now a usual feature of the street scenery. Even the French babies shout, "Américains bravo!" when the American motor cars run along the road. But the exchange of thought is not very large, on account of the difference of the languages. And yet our French people are desirous to make quite "at home" these boys who, from so far as the Pacific coast, come to co-operate with the Allies and win the war. Our leading men in the educational or religious circles are anxious to provide for the American soldiers opportunities to meet the best part of the French population, and not only men or women on the street. Our Protestant French churches are doing their best. In the Reformed Church of Dijon, a few days ago, I was preaching, and I read the " Message of the American Churches to the French Churches." When the service was over, I had a talk with an American soldier, the president of a Bible class in the State of Mississippi; he told me how deeply he appreciated the good and kind welcome he had received in that French Presbyterian church. "Think, before the war, I had not been away from my home for a fortnight! But I am no more alone, because I have found friends and brothers." This man was coming fifteen miles to attend the Sunday worship. Every time I had an opportunity of speaking before American boys in the Y. M. C. A. I was thinking of their fathers and mothers whom I have seen in America, anxious for their sons over there." I understand more and more the splendid and effective work carried out by the Y. M. C. A. organization. In the huts I found again the spirit of American homes, I heard the singing, "Brighten the corner where you are," and I saw happy and smiling faces. None was down-hearted,none was homesick. They have found home where duty detains them, and they have even found "Daddy in the old chaplain of the base hospital-a delightful gentleman, liked by every boy. What a Joy for one to bring to them the greeting of my nation, of every brother-inarms, to tell them of the splendid spirit of the French army in the trenches! "Don't judge France till you have met the best part of France, the stars of France, our men in the first lines." In fact, they don't criticise thoughtlessly, but they work hard to build up camps, barracks, railways, tracks, and to play an effective part in the big game of the world war. The more they work, the more they understand the endeavors and the marvelous stubbornness of France. As a token of gratitude to the American friends who were so kind to me and to my companion when we were in America, I am glad to be able to assure them that everybody in France is desirous to do the utmost possible for a thorough A French Chaplain among American Soldiers in friendly understanding with American sol- THE BELLS OF BELGIUM In a letter to the London "Spectator" the distinguished Belgian poet Emile Cammaerts says: "The Germans are seizing the bells and the pipes of the organs in the churches. It must be admitted that they kept this stroke for the last. They had already taken the leather, the copper even to the smallest fittings in the house, the wool even to the mattresses and blankets; the bells must necessarily follow. The Belgians have learned to be patient. The women are spinning wool again as in the good old times, on ancient and rickety spinning-wheels. The children are sleeping on mattresses filled with old newspapers-German-censored papers and now the singing clocktowers and the loud-mouthed organs will cease to sing the praise of God. "Since 1914 all patriotic s songs are forbidden, and black, yellow and red are never to be combined, under the threat of the most severe penalties, even on a children's toy or in the display of a shop window. The church was the last refuge of patriotism. Tunes utter no words. The familiar singing of the bells and the playing of the national anthem on the organ were the last comfort left to the people, their last breath of freedom, the only voice through which the country's soul could still defy the enemy. It must be stifled, and the pipes and bells will be sent to Essen, perhaps to be converted into one of those longrange guns which are bombarding Paris. "There is a strange symbolic meaning in this last measure taken by the German Governor. Among no nation in Europe, except perhaps in Italy, has the worship of the clock-tower assumed such importance as in Belgium. In many instances the love of country becomes the love of the native town or village. Local life, so strongly developed in the Middle Ages, is by no means extinct, and the belfries stand as the truest and deepest expression of our national soul. Some have been destroyed at Ypres, Dixmude, and Nieuport; others remain standing, at Bruges, Ghent, Tournai -but they will sing no longer. "When the invaders indulged in their useless bombardment of Malines in 1914, and smashed the carillon in the Cathedral -which was considered as the finest all the world over-there was an outcry against such an act of wanton barbarism. To-day we have become so accustomed to the horrors of war that the requisition of the Belgian bells passes nearly unnoticed. Only those who knew them by name--solemn Melchior in Bruges, Carolus in Antwerp, Salvator in Malines-will feel this new blow aimed at the very heart of our dearest traditions. edondo Beach Public Libeari Then mark the great difference in cost. You can serve seven breakfasts of Quaker Oats for the cost of one meat or egg breakfast. Yet the oat is the supreme food. It has twice the energy value of beef, and several times its minerals. It is a complete food, supplying every needed element. And its flavor makes it wondrously inviting. It is the advised food for the young, where cost is not considered. 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