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People who are leading a quiet life and who enjoy the blessings of an autonomous Government will perhaps not appreciate the importance which the Belgians attach, at the present moment, to these patriotic manifestations.  They may imagine that, so long as national life is assured and citizens are otherwise left alone by their conquerors, public affirmation of loyalty to King and country is of secondary importance.

God knows that the economic situation of occupied Belgium is bad enough, and the endless and tragic lists of condemnations and deportations are there to prove that her people are living under the most barbarous regime of modern times.  But, even if this was not the case, anybody with the slightest knowledge of their national character would understand the extraordinary value which the Belgians attached to their last privilege and the deep indignation roused by this German betrayal.

Von Bissing shrugs his shoulders and calls them “big children.”  So they are.  And his son, with a scornful smile, declares in the Suddeutsche Monatschrift (April 15th, 1915) that it is in “the people’s blood to demonstrate and to wear cockades.”  So it is.  The love of processions and public pageants of all kinds is deeply rooted in Belgian traditions.  But what does it prove?  Simply that the people have preserved enough freshness and joy of life to care for these things, enough courage and independence to feel most need of them when they are most afflicted.  This is how they think of it:  “Our bands used to pass through the streets, shaking our window-panes with the crashing of their trombones, our flags used to wave in the breeze—­in the happy days of peace.  Should we now remain, silent and withdrawn, in the selfish privacy of our houses, now that the country needs us most, now that we want, more than ever, to feel that we are one people and that we will remain independent and united whatever happens in the future?” Baron Friedrich Wilhelm von Bissing sneers at the Belgians because on any and every pretext they display the American colours.  If they do, it is because they are not allowed to display their own, and because they feel somehow that the best way to show that they have still a flag is to adopt the colours of the great country which has so generously come to their help.  It may well be, as the Baron informs us, that most of the “small and big children” who wear the Stars and Stripes do not know a word of English.  What does it mean again?  Simply that heart may call to heart and that it is not necessary to talk in his own language to understand a brother’s mind.  It is true that only children—­children small and big—­know how to do it.