Widnes Examiner. — 1915-04-10 (Widnes, Cheshire, England)

HOPE IN THE WAR. ?or myself, I see much to interest one in Poland's capital, the scene of so much bloodshed and historic associations, where the hopes end aspirations of so many Polish patriots have „ended so ignobly. As we walked on, a little dis'ahee wit), I saw a group of peasants clad in „ Lneir great sheepskin coats and big top boots, entering the synagogue, where, in the sacred edifice with its copula pointing up into the heavens, one expects they prayed in their Peculiar sing-song manner, for the uplifting of their fallen race and a victorious issue out of the present crisis. It means much to PolaA goes this ' great struggle. Nowhere are there more devout worshippers than in Russia and Poland. One cannot go either into the humble Deasant's or exalted " barin's " home without geeing innumerable Holy "Ikons" or pictures, t 3 r.o dear to the hearts of these Eastern people. they say that this war is the work a the Holy Pather, and is an answer to the famous Polish hymn, "Deign to restore to us, 0 Lord, our free country." That is why, so long as the Poles are instilled with this spirit the Germans cannot hope to beat them. Already the heroism and bravery of their fighting men has becOme knnothwinngtjitroheuyghsoant:the land.: "Nichevo" (it is It is their y w ' si and 't goes on much admirelnP s. T Y licit an dfaith that one so Warmth and rhereht osfnfi tewhnedn Holeaoa,tvelelise de begins to fall where the Jewc on ef lo erEfourrotphee, e around th tierFaani was murdered. All W pleasantly t jingle of sleigh bells sounded one's ears amidst the noise and hustle or this busy city. The dinner hour is over and the workmen are returning to their dutieB r -Win-hearted and jovial, for, from the newspaper offices of Messrs. L. and E. Metze's, Pole news has just been announced of another brilliant success of the Russian, Army. lat length arrived at ray destination, glad to be out of the blinding snow. One soon becomes frostbitten in this climate, so I appreciated the Warmth from the huge stove set in the centre of the room, and the tea from the steaming samovar." Without knowing it, I had entered a house of death, for I learned that the son of my host had been killed in the fighting around Warsaw, only a few miles from his nalive city.  )lis sister, a young girl of eighteen, educated at the University in Warsaw, left only three Y 8 ago for the front with the Red Cross ,"iociety. Verily, indeed, are these Eastern People making great 'sacrifices. 'After expressing my sympathies to the father, he said, " Ah ! nIL 3- friend, I had great hopes for my son, when 'his accursed war is over. I am getting old, 411(14 he was the last of his race. Yet it is all f°r Poland: -Would that his death had been Zaused by anything other than by a German ,s.nllet. Mon dieu. For years I have seen the ‘-4ertuan influence growing in Poland, their 'e01)10 predominating in every sphere of life. Silenly and slowly she has been trying to win Vinpathies without success. We, as a race, wa.,ve not forgotten the past They . treated us lth contempt, believing that the glory and iiaditions of our race 'were long since dead to I,B' Everywhere here in Poland, prior .to the 0„416, Were Germans, controlling our factories, " Press, our theatres, our industries, but the eiro has come. See you this, my friend," lie "it is a postcard printed in Gerbc,l°37, and was sold in the shops_ of this city Pnre the war. It is a poem by the famous "(1:148h poet, Niemcewicz, long since at rest." nos of the verses is as follows ye exiles, who so long wander o'er the  world, 1411 ere will ye find a resting-place for your 11, weary steps, " wild dove has its nest, and the worm a clod of earth, ach man a country, but the Pole a grave.