EDITH CAVELL.
ere elm EDITOR OF THE " SPECTATOR."] SIR,..—Perhaps you will care to reprint the enclosed little poem, clipped from one of our American newspapers. It seems to me to express in terse and telling form the feeling of civilization outraged by Germany's latest brutality. It may not be amiss to add that for many, many years the Spectator has been one of our family periodicals, road always with much interest, an interest since the beginning of the Great War redoubled, and that I am heart and soul with the Allies, a sentiment shared, I am glad to believe, • by most of my fellow-citizens in this New England College town.—I am, Sir, &c.,
JEAN BASCOM.
fledge Lawn, Williamstown, Mass., U.S.A., November 9th.
" EDITH CAVELL. On law and love and mercy Was laid the German curse, When to her execution
Was led the British nurse.
In brutal might they thought her
Of help and friendship shorn ;
John Brown, Jeanne d'Are, all martyrs
Companioned her that morn.
A harmless, tender woman, They took her to her doom ; A dread, resistless spirit
She rises from the tomb.
Still, Germany, shall feae .her,
For since that bloody dawn Through all the earth that trembles Her soul goes marching on I "
—MOLANDBURCIII WILSON in the New York Sun.
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