But two friends of my own have been in villages sacked by the Prussian march.

One saw a tabernacle containing the Sacrament patiently picked out in pattern by shot after shot.

The other saw a rocking-horse and the wooden toys in a nursery laboriously hacked to pieces.

Those two facts together will be enough to satisfy some of us of the name of the Spirit that had passed.
And then a strange thing happened.

England, that had not in the modern sense any army at all, was justified of all her children.