"Yet even so the dead will not be restored to life; and war is a
cruel, bitter thing."

"Yes, but victory is glorious. And we shall surely triumph, for our
cause is righteous. I am sure of that. And Julian Dautray says the
same. I think he is a very good man, mother; I think he is better
than the Quakers, though he does not talk as if he thought himself
a saint.

"O mother, there is Uncle Humphrey looking up at us! I pray you let
me go down to him. I long so greatly to hear what Uncle Charles is
saying. And I shall be safe in his care."

"I think I will come, too," said Hannah, whose interest and
curiosity were keenly aroused; and after signalling as much to
Humphrey, they threw on their cloaks and hoods, and were soon out
in the streets, where an excited crowd had gathered.

"The posts have come in," said Humphrey, as they made their way
slowly along, "and there is news of fresh disasters, and nearer. In
a few minutes we shall have more news. Men have gone in who promise
to come out and read us the letters. But the bearers themselves
declare that things are terrible. The Germans have been attacked. A
Moravian settlement has been burnt to the ground, and all its
inhabitants butchered. Families are flying from the border country,
naked and destitute, to get clear of the savages and their
tomahawks. Every where the people are calling aloud upon the
Assembly to come to their succour."

The crowd in the street was surging to and fro. Some were Quakers,