had been effected, the turn of Great Britain would come. The miscalculations of Germany have been, and will be tragic from her standpoint, but providential from that of the safety of the world. She had studied Great Britain with infinite patience and microscopic care, but with all her knowledge, and the genius for taking pains that is hers in unusual measure, there is, in her methods and mental equipment, an extraordinary lack, an impressive incapacity for understanding the workings of the non-Prussian mind. Honour to her, like religion, is something to be mouthed on occasion and laughed at secretly; and when she meets with those to whom these things are realities she is baffled and blinded in the presence of what is incomprehensible to her.
Many and specious are the pretexts set forth by Germany in order to impress the world with the righteous necessity of her most dastardly deeds, but when the trappings of hypocritical pretence are torn aside, and one thrusts away the puppets who have danced to the wire-pullings, it is clearly seen that the World War was caused by the deliberate, long-planned determination of Germany, in the furtherance of her boundlessly ambitious schemes. It was not the murders at Serajevo, not merely the desire to maim Russia, destroy France, crush Belgium, that were the moving considerations in the plot to make of earth a bloody hell, but the ruthless development of the Prussian idea and ambition that sprang from the brutalized mind of the Junkerdom of Brandenburg, Pomerania, East Prussia, and the bleak marches that fringe the shore of the Baltic.
Russia was despised as more than half barbarian and wholly unkultured. France was held in contempt by Germany as decadent. The smaller nations had no excuse for separate existence, and were regarded by the Berlin military-philosophic cult as so much prey, to be swallowed as leisure and opportunity served. For Great Britain, the Sea Empire, the German reserved the unfathomable stores of his envious, malicious, deadly