Louvain was a city of the past, another Pompeii, and her citizens were being led out to be shot.

The fate of Louvain was the fate of Vise, of Malines, of Tirlemont, of Liege, of hundreds of villages and towns, and by the time this is printed it will be the fate of hundreds of other towns over all of Europe.

In this war the waste of horses is appalling.

Those that first entered Brussels with the German army had been bred and trained for the purposes of war, and they were magnificent specimens.

Every one who saw them exclaimed ungrudgingly in admiration.