The dead of to-day literally elbow the dead of yesterday out of their resting-places, to be in their turn displaced by the dead of to-morrow.

Instead of the crosses and the fresh garlands, and the inscriptions full of loving thoughtfulness, which lend a pathetic charm to the German "courts of peace"-- instead of the carefully tended hillocks and flower-studded turf which make the churchyard of a typical old English village beautiful,--all here is confusion, squalor, and neglect.

Fragments of coffins and bones lie scattered among the sunken and shattered stones.

We picked up a skull lying quite apart in a corner of the enclosure.

A clean round bullet hole in the very centre of the frontal bone was dumbly and grimly eloquent.