The literary digest . ach nation, its right, its duty, and its hope. J. C. Walsh, who is the staff correspondent of the Catholicweekly America (New York), writes dubiously of the Leagueidea, reviewing the failure of similar dreams since Henry Queen Elizabeth. He sees also some of the principalsat the Peace Conference— So eagerly intent upon carving the carcasses of this and thatempire as to be uncertain whether there is any conscious con-corn whatever for mere humanity; whether the League ofNations is anything more? than a convenient subject on whichto engage conversation while business
The literary digest . ach nation, its right, its duty, and its hope. J. C. Walsh, who is the staff correspondent of the Catholicweekly America (New York), writes dubiously of the Leagueidea, reviewing the failure of similar dreams since Henry Queen Elizabeth. He sees also some of the principalsat the Peace Conference— So eagerly intent upon carving the carcasses of this and thatempire as to be uncertain whether there is any conscious con-corn whatever for mere humanity; whether the League ofNations is anything more? than a convenient subject on whichto engage conversation while business of immediate and inti-mate importance is being dispatched. SACRILEGIOUS HAVOC IN RUSSIA (( T ^HE RUSSIAN is not good; bad man; he shoots onhis God. The Chinese workman who was lookingon at th« bombardment of the Kremlin and the ad-jacent churches and made this comment could not discriminate,and the work of destruction is laid to the Russian, tho tells us the work of the Bolsheviki is not A MONUMENT TO BOLSHEVIK by shells and riddled with shot, stands the Church of the Twelve Apostles. The forty times forty churches of the white stone city teUthe story of Bolsheviki rage. If they dared, sajs Mr. ThomasWhittemore in The National Geographic Magazine (Washington),they would long since have declared the churches of theKremlin to be museums, and so extinguished their light offaith. So there seems to be some limit beyond which eventhey dare not go. Tho farther one walks about and sees theoutraged fabric on all sides, says this \^Titer, whose notes andphotographs were furnished him by Bishop Nestor, missionarj^bishop of Kamschatka, the stronger becomes the feeling ofgrief. With indescribable emotion, one enters the resoundingstone enclosure near the Falling Asleep of the Mother of are still to be traced the stains of enormous pools of bloodin which floated human fragments tracked about by daringfeet. Further: The cathedral its
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