. Pierrot, dog of Belgium . Belgium lies bleeding. Across her level, lush meadows the harsh-shod hosts of war have marched. Beside herpeaceful waters the sons of God have spilledeach others blood. Beneath her noble treeshave raged the fires of human hate. Her king and his brave warriors have foughtto save that which was their own and, drivenback, have left their smiling land to suffer thedesolation which has ever been the conquerorsboast. Her ancient cities smoke. The in-spired craftsmanship of an elder day has beendestroyed forever. Belgium lies moaning. Across the winter sea we have heard th
. Pierrot, dog of Belgium . Belgium lies bleeding. Across her level, lush meadows the harsh-shod hosts of war have marched. Beside herpeaceful waters the sons of God have spilledeach others blood. Beneath her noble treeshave raged the fires of human hate. Her king and his brave warriors have foughtto save that which was their own and, drivenback, have left their smiling land to suffer thedesolation which has ever been the conquerorsboast. Her ancient cities smoke. The in-spired craftsmanship of an elder day has beendestroyed forever. Belgium lies moaning. Across the winter sea we have heard thewailing of men and women among their ruinedhomes—honest townsfolk, simple Walloon andFlemish peasants, who had borne no malice Vll PIERROT, DOG OF BELGIUM and had done no wrong. And amid the criesof anguish and despair there have come tome the weeping of a little girl named Lisaand the voice of a faithful dog whining for hismaster. W. A. D. PIERROT, DOG OF BELGIUM. PIERROT, DOG OF BELGIUM I The children called him Pierrot from thefirst. That is, of course, no proper namefor a Flemish dog, but you see Mere Mariehad come from Dinant, where almost every-body speaks French, and she had beentaught French in school. Besides, she hadFrench friends in Brussels and was very fondof everything French and warm and south-ern. So she had often told the childrenstories about Harlequin and Columbine andPierrot; and when they saw what a comical,clumsy little fellow the puppy was, and howmuch he looked as though he wore big, baggybreeches, Henri called him drole Pierrot,*and wee Lisa clapped her fat little hands andlaughed shrilly.
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