The Soul of the War | Page 5

up with
its deadly menace a great party of German editors had returned our visit
and once again I had listened to speeches about the blood- brotherhood
of the two nations, a little bored by the stale phrases, but glad to sit
between these friendly Germans whom I had met in their own country.
We clinked glasses again, sang "God Save the King" and the "Wacht
am Rhein," compared the character of German and English literature,
of German and English women, clasped hands, and said, "Auf
wiedersehen!" Were we all liars in that room, and did any of the men
there know that when words of friendship were on their lips there was
hatred in their hearts and in each country a stealthy preparation for
great massacres of men? Did any of, those German editors hear afar off
the thunderstrokes of the Krupp guns which even then were being

tested for the war with France and England? I believe now that some of
them must have known.
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Perhaps I ought to have known, too, remembering the tour which I had
made in Germany two years before.
It was after the Agadir incident, and I had been sent to Germany by my
newspaper on a dovelike mission of peace, to gather sentiments of good
will to England from prominent public men who might desire out of
their intellectual friendship to us to pour oil on the troubled waters
which had been profoundly stirred by our challenge to Germany's
foreign policy. I had a sheaf of introductions, which I presented in
Berlin and Leipzig, Frankfort and Dusseldorf, and other German towns.
The first man to whom I addressed myself with amiable intent was a
distinguished democrat who knew half the members of the House of
Commons and could slap Liberal politicians on the back with more
familiarity than I should dare to show. He had spent both time and
trouble in organizing friendly visits between the working men and
municipalities of both countries. But he was a little restrained and
awkward in his manners when I handed him my letter of introduction.
Presently he left the room for a few minutes and I saw on his desk a
German newspaper with a leading article signed by his name. I read it
and was amazed to find that it was a violent attack upon England,
demanding unforgetfulness and unforgiveness of the affront which we
had put upon Germany in the Morocco crisis. When the man came back
I ventured to question him about this article, and he declared that his
old friendship for England had undergone a change. He could give me
no expression of good will.
I could get no expression of good will from any public man in
Germany. I remember an angry interview with an ecclesiastic in Berlin,
a personal friend of the Kaiser, though for many years an ardent
admirer of England.
He paced up and down the room with noiseless footsteps on a soft

carpet.
"It is no time for bland words!" he said. "England has insulted us. Such
acts are not to be tolerated by a great nation like ours. There is only one
answer to them, and it is the answer of the sword!"
I ventured to speak of Christian influences which should hold men back
from the brutality of war.
"Surely the Church must always preach the gospel of peace? Otherwise
it is false to the spirit of Christ."
He believed that I intended to insult him, and in a little while he rang
the bell for my dismissal.
Even Edward Bernstein, the great leader of the Social Democrats, could
give me no consoling words for my paper.
"The spirit of nationality," he said--and I have a note of his words--"is
stronger than abstract ideals. Let England make no mistake. If war were
declared to-morrow the Social Democrats would march as one man in
defence of the Fatherland. . . . And you must admit that England, or
rather the English Foreign Office, has put rather a severe strain upon
our pride and patience!"
My mission was a failure. I came back without any expressions of good
will from public men and with an uneasy sense of dangerous fires
smouldering beneath the political life of Germany--fires of hate not
easily quenched by friendly or sentimental articles in the English
Liberal Press. And yet among the ordinary people in railway trains and
restaurants, beer-halls and hotels, I had found no hostility to me as an
Englishman. Rather they had gone out of their way to be friendly.
Some of the university students of Leipzig had taken me to a public
dance, expressed their admiration for English sports, and asked my
opinion about the merits of various English boxers of whom I had to
confess great ignorance. They