If here and there some transient trait of pity

Was shown, and some more noble heart broke through

Its bloody bond, and saved, perhaps, some pretty

Child, or an agéd, helpless man or two—

What's this in one annihilated city,

Where thousand loves, and ties, and duties grew?

Cockneys of London! Muscadins of Paris!

Just ponder what a pious pastime War is.[IQ]