The paroxysms that shattered Europe are not yet over; as, after a terrible earthquake, the subterraneous rumblings may still be heard.

Again and again we shall see the earth open, now here, now there, and shoot up flames into the heavens; again and again there will be expressions of elementary nature and elementary force that will spread devastation through the land--until everything has been swept away that reminds us of the madness of the war and the French peace.
Slowly but with unspeakable suffering a new world will be born.

Coming generations will look back to our times as to a long and very bad dream, but day follows the darkest night.

Generations have been laid in their graves, murdered, famished, and a prey to disease.

Millions, with hatred and murder in their hearts, have died in their efforts to devastate and destroy.
But other generations will arise and with them a new spirit: They will rebuild what war and revolution have pulled down.