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Christine


CHRISTINE
My daughter Christine, who wrote me these letters, died at a hospital in Stuttgart on the morning of August 8th, 1914,
of acute double pneumonia. I have kept the letters private for nearly three years, because, apart from the love in them
that made them sacred things in days when we each still hoarded what we had of good, they seemed to me, who did
not know the Germans and thought of them, as most people in England for a long while thought, without any bitterness
and with a great inclination to explain away and excuse, too extreme and sweeping in their judgments. Now, as the
years have passed, and each has been more full of actions on Germany's part difficult to explain except in one way and
impossible to excuse, I feel that these letters, giving a picture of the state of mind of the German public immediately
before the War, and written by someone who went there enthusiastically ready to like everything and everybody, may
have a certain value in helping to put together a small corner of the great picture of Germany which it will be necessary
to keep clear and naked before us in the future if the world is to be saved.
I am publishing the letters just as they came to me, leaving out nothing. We no longer in these days belong to small
circles, to limited little groups. We have been stripped of our secrecies and of our private hoards. We li ve in a great
relationship. We share our griefs; and anything there is of love and happiness, any smallest expression of it, should be
shared too. This is why I am leaving out nothing in the letters.
The war killed Christine, just as surely as if she had been a soldier in the trenches. I will not write of her great gift, which
was extraordinary. That too has been lost to the world, broken and thrown away by the war.
I never saw her again. I had a telegram saying she was dead. I tried to go to Stuttgart, but was turned back at the
frontier. The two last letters, the ones from Halle and from Wurzburg, reached me after I knew that she was dead.
ALICE CHOLMONDELEY,
London, May, 1917.
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