(p^^ 626 G3 H63 If you would help save this country from even greater horrors than Belgium and France have suffered, then buy Liberty Loan Bonds. Rev. Newell Dwight HiUis' Picture of Germany "^s War Plans and Her Atrocities in Belgium and France Reprinted from MANUFACTURERS RECORD, October 18, 1917 Dr. Newell Dwight Hillis, one of America's foremost ministers, pastor of Plymouth Church in Brooklyn, spent July and August in a personal investiga- tion of the battlefields of France and Belgium from which the Germans had been expelled, in order to learn for himself the exact conditions prevailing and to find out whether all of the reports of German atrocities would be confirmed by this personal study. The following pages tell the story . Manufacturers Record Publishing Co BALTIMORE. MD. Price of this Pamphlet: $3.00 Per Hundred. Single Copies 5 Cents. / HERE SPEAKS A MAN OTTO H. KAHN, THE GREAT BANKER OF GERMAN BIRTH, TELLS HOW GERMANY SOLD ITS SOUL TO THE DEVIL [Otto H. Kahn, head of Kuhn, Loeb & Co. of New York, one of the foremost inter- national banking-houses of the world, is of German descent, and his house has long been intimately identified with German finance. From the beginning of the European war he saw its true meaning, and even then believed that this was our war as well as Europe's. If any confirmation were needed of what Dr. Hillls has said and the reasons therefor as to the downward road to moral degradation which for 25 years Germany has been pursuing, of the fearful atrocities committed, of its plans for world domination, and of the fact that from the very beginning our own safety demanded that we stand by the side of the Allies, it would be found in this speech of this eminent international banker of German descent who has known Germany intimately. — Editor Manufacturers Record.] Brief extracts from Mr. Kahn: speech published in full in the Manufacturers Record of September 27, 1917. I speak as oue who has seen the spirit of the Prussiau governing class at work from close by, having at its disposal and using to the full practically every agency for molding the public mind. I have watched it proceed with relentless persistency and profound cunning to instill into the nation the demoniacal obsession of power-worship and world- dominion, to modify and pervert the mentality, indeed the very fiber and moral substance of the German people — a people which until misled, corrupted and sys- tematically poisoned by the Prussian ruling caste, was, and deserved to be, an honored, valued and welcome member of the family of nations. I have hated and loathed that spirit ever since it came within my ken many years ago, bated it all the more as I saw it ruthlessly pulling down a thing which was dear to me, the old Germany, to which I was linked by ties of blood, by fond memories and cherished sentiments. The difference in the degree of guilt as between the German people and their Prussian or Prussianized rulers and leaders for the monstrous crime of this war and the atrocious barbarism of its conduct is the differ- ence between the man who, acting under the influence of a poisonous drug, runs amuck in mad frenzy and the unspeakable malefactor who administered that drug, well knowing and fully intending the ghastly conse- quences which were bound to follow. From each of my visits to Germany for twenty- five years I came away more appalled by the sinis- ter transmutation Prussianism had wrought amongst the people and by the portentous menace I recog- nized in it for the entire world. It had given to Germany unparalleled prosperity, beneficent and advanced social legislation and not a few other things of value, but it had taken in payment the soul of the race. It had made a "devil's bargain." And when this war broke out in Europe I knew that the issue had been joined between the powers of brutal might and insensate ambition on the one side and the forces of humanity and liberty on the other, between darkness and light. The duty of loyal allegiance and faithful service to his country, even unto death, rests, of course, upon every American. But, if it be possible to speak of a comparative de- gree concerning what is the highest as it is the most elementary attribute of citizenship, that duty may almost be said to rest with an even more solemn and compelling obligation upon Americans of foreign origin than upon native Americans. For, we Americans of foreign antecedents are here not by the accidental right of birth, but by our own free choice for better or for worse. Woe to the German-American, so-called, who in this sacred war for a cause as high as any for which ever people took up arms, does not feel a solemn urge, does not show an eager determination to be in the very fore- front of the struggle, does not prove a patriotic jeal- ousy, in thought, in action and in speech, to rival and to outdo his native-born fellow-citizen in devotion and in willing sacrifice for the country of his choice and adoption and sworn allegiance and of their common ;iffection and pride. He who shirks the full measure of his duty and allegiance in that noblest of causes, be he German- American, Irish-American, or any other hyphenated American, be he I. W. W. or Socialist or whatever the appellation, does not deserve to stand amongst Americans or indeed amongst free men anywhere. He who, secretly or overtly, tries to thwart the declared will and aim of the nation in this holy war is a traitor, and a traitor's fate should be his. -^^l Rev. Newell Dwight Hillis' Picture of Germany's War Plans and Her Atrocities in ■"J'l'rrorisni is a priueiiile iiiudo necessary by militaiy considerations." — General Von Ilartmann. "Strike him dead. The Day of Judgment will :isU you no questions." — Inscription on the nhiininiiin token carried by the German soldier. Kvery American who has passed through l'"niuce and the edge of Belgium this year has returned home a per- manently saddened man. German cruelty and French agony have cut a bloody gash in the heart, and there is no Dakin solution that can heal the wound. Here upon this pulpit rests a reproduction of an iron coin given as a token to each German soldier. At the top is a German portrait of Diety, and underneath are these words: "The good old German God." To en- courage the German soldier to cruelty and atrocity against Belgians and French the Diety holds a weapon in his right hand, and to dull his conscience and steel his heart to murder the token holds these words: "Smite your enemy dead. The day of Judgment will not ask you for your reasons." To this native character- istic Goethe was referring when he said : "The Prus- sian is naturally cruel ; civilization will intensify that cruelty and make him a savage." The German atroci- ties of the last three years simply illustrate Goethe's words, for we must confess that Gorman c(R wit- nesses, who saw the boy before he died or just after- wards. Passing through Haecht, in addition to the young women whom they violated and killed, affidavits were taken and the photographs of a child three years old nailed to. a door by its hands and feet. Affidavits D. 100-8. That all these atrocities were carefully planned in advance for terrorizing the people is proven by the fact that on the morning of August 2.5 the officers who had received great kindness from Madame Roomans, a notary's wife, warned her to make her escape imme- diately, as the looting and killing of all the citizens, men, women and children, was about to begin. These records could be multiplied by thousands. Upon the retreat from one city alone, inquests were held upon the bodies of over 600 victims, including very aged men and women and babes unborn, removed by the bayonet from their mothers. It is the logical result of the charge of the Kaiser to his army : "Give no quar- ter and take no prisoners. Let all who fall into your hands be at your mercy." The general staff of the German army published a manual several years before they began this war. They explicitly charged their soldiers to break the will of the enemy by cruelty. Wit- ness this page from the War Manual on page 52 : "A war is conducted with energy merely against the com- batants of the enemy states and the positions they occupy, but it will and must in like manner seek to destroy the total intellectual and material resources ot the latter." And witness this injunction to atrocity, page S'i : "By steeping himself in military history, an officer will be able to guard himself against excessive humanitarian- ism. It will teach him that certain severities are in- dispensable to war. Humanitarian claims, such as the protection of men and their goods, can only be taken into consideration in so far as the nature and object of the war permit." Therefore, the War General gave each German soldier his token, large as a silver dollar, bidding the soldier "Strike him dead. The Day of Judg- ment will ask you no questions." Jesus said : "Take heed that ye offend not one of My little ones." The Kaiser says : "I have done away with Jesus' teachings." The Master who loved the little children said : "I was an hungered and ye gave me no meat. I was athirst and ye gave me no drink. Therefore, depart from me into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his fellows." The war staff answers : "Don't be afraid. Look at your token. The Kaiser will take care of you in the Day of Judgment. Kill old men and little children, loot merchants' houses, violate women ; the Kaiser will see that the God of Justice asks you no questions." The result was logical and inevitable. These horrible atrocities ! On August 27 General Ton Lieber gave out this proclamation : "The town of Waevre will be set on fire and destroyed without dis- tinction of persons. The innocent will suffer with the guilty." After this town was destroyed and all the inhabitants killed, from the body of a soldier slain on the retreat we find this page in his diary : "We lived gorgeously ; two or three bottles of champagne at each meal ; all the girls we want. It is fine sport." Are we surprised that many of the letters and journals taken from the bodies of Germans quote General Von Hart- man's sentence : "Terrorism is a principle made neces- sary by military considerations." German-American objections that these towns were destroyed because the inhabitants had fired upon the invading army from the windows of their houses is conclusively met and an- swered by another letter, written by a German officer to his wife : "On approaching a village a soldier is sent on in advance to insert a Belgian rifle in the cellar window or stable, and, of course, when this weapon is found we take it to the Burgomaster, and then the sport begins." On a little board in one ruined village I read these words : "Marie ; aged 16 ; dead August 24, 1915. Ven- geance is mine ; I will repay, saith the Lord." The hundreds of atrocities personally investigated only serve to interpret Ambassor Morgenthau's statement as to Armenia — that the Turkish soldiers and German offi- cers massacred in Armenia half a million people, that they might move into their farm houses and little shops and stores. German Philosophy of Militarism Has Debauched Germany's University Professors. scholars, with their love of truth niul tlu'ir stiiiiih'ss lives. We have had oiir civiliziition at the hands of men who loved the truth supremely, pursued the truth iternally and cherished the truth above their fear of hell or hoi)e of heaven. The world has its liberty, its science and its law at the bauds of the heroes who pre- ferred the truth above life. Concerning the patriots, llie reformers and tlie statesmen, we can only say they were stoned, they were sawn asunder, they were cruci- lied in Jerusalem, poisoned in Athens, tortured in lOphesus, exiled in Florence, burned at the stake in (J.xford, assassinated in Washington, crucified in Jeru- salem. But the iron autocracy and militarism of Ger- many debauched her university men. Here in my hand is an address to the civilized world, signed by 93 Ger- man professors. They all receive their salaries from state endowments. Any hour the Kaiser or Bethmanu- IloUweg can cut oft their iucome. When the indigna- tion of the civilized world flamed out against Germany in the winter of 1015, the German Government asked these professors to sign a document, and these men had been so degraded by the German philosophy of mili- tarism and autocracy that they obeyed — losing their souls to save their salary. And consider what they signed ! In the previous August Bethmann-Hollwi'g issued a statement to the W'orld, sayiug that as the violation of Belgium's neutrality, "the wrong — I speak openly — that we are committing," etc. These 93 professors signed a statement, sayiug : "It is not true that we wronged Belgium." In the Kaiser's address that he himself has published, he says : "Give no quarter, take no prisoners. Let all who fall into your hands be at your mercy. Make yourself as terrible as the Iluns." Now, this address was circu- lated in postal cards all over Germany. Uealiziug the mistake, these professors sign a statement, saying: "It is not true that our soldiers ever injured the life of a single Belgian." Socrates or Dante, or even Galileo, Savonarola, or Milton, or Victor Hugo, or Lincoln, would have died a thousand deaths by faggots, or upon the rack, rather than have signed their names to such a statement — to lies. The Kaiser and Bethmann-Hollweg must have been desperate and bewildered when they had to endeavor to counteract their own documents :it the beginning of the war by asking their professors to contradict these documents during the middle of the war. It makes every university i>rofessor almost ashamed of his calling. Think of Harnack and Eucken. with their moral cowardice and their intellectual im- potency '. Plainly that is what Nietzsche meant when he said (page 134 Ecce Homo) : "Every crime against culture that has been committed for 100 years rests upou Germany." The Frenchman's Love of France. All ini'u I'lvc' their n:itiv.' lainl. Iiiit thv FriMuhman's love has a unique quality. The patriotism of the Eng- lishman is undemonstrative. The Britisher surrounds his home and his garden with a high brick wall, con- ceals his finer feelings from his closest friends, and when he enters his club on Tall Mall and disappears behind the threshold, the door is closed upon a tomb. The American's patriotism is largely academic; national safety through isolation breeds contempt for danger. The time was when his love of country was voc'ifer- ous on the Fourth of July, but the enthusiasm has died down,. until he is now ready to extinguish even a fire- cracker. The occasional speaker deals in historical statements about the four wars fought by our country. But the Frenchman's love of country has a tender, gentle, wooing note. lie speaks of La Belle France as Dante spoke of Beatrice, as Petrarch spoke of Laura, and the name of France lingers upon his lips as music trembles in the air after the song is sung. The reason, doubtless, is found in the fact that the French people have carved the hillsides and smoothed the valleys and adorned the ridges and mountains with viue;drds, until the whole land is a thing of radiant beauty. It is love that has made France beautiful, just as the lark, after completing the nest, makes it soft and warm by pulling the down out of her own bosom. The French people love France as an artist loves his own canvas, as Bellini loved the missal he had illuminated, and as that young architect loved the little Uoslyn chapel upon whose delicate capitals he had lavished his very soul. Would you have an emblem of France in the month of June, with her wide, fat valleys, her green pastures and the hillsides up which the pines climbed in serried regiments? If so, take a great robe of green velvet lying loosely on the floor, the creases and velvet ridges answering to the rivers and the valleys and the hills, and then fling a handful of rubies, pearls and sapphires down, so that these gems will lie within the creases as the lovely French cities at the foot of the hills and be- side the rivers, and you have France, the beautiful; France, the mother of the modern arU and sciences; France, full of sweetness and light— that France con- cerning which Heinrich Heine exclaimed : "Oh, France, thou daughter of beauty ! Thy name is culture !" The three great enemies of farms and towns and cities have been fire, flood and earthquake. Witness the city of St. Pierre. An interior e-xplosion blew off the cap of the mountain and a flood of gas poured down upon the lovely city, asphyxiated the citizens, and left not one house standing. Witness that mighty convulsion in San Francisco, that brought thousands of bricks crashing down in ruins. Witness the fire in Chicago, that turned the great city into twisted iron and ashes. In New Zealand there is a lake called Averniis, the birdless lake. Poisonous gases rise from the lilaik flood of water, and soon the lark, with its song, and the eagle, with its flight, fail into the poisonous flood. But all these images are quite inadequate to explain the desolation, the devastation of France upon the re- treat of the Germans. About 40 miles north of Paris one strikes tlie ruined region. Then hour after hour passes, while with slow movement and breaking heart one journeys 100 miles to the north and zigzags 125 miles south again through that black region. The time was when it was a wild land, rough, with forests filled with wolves. Then the Frenclimau entered the scene. Jle subdued all the wild grasses to which Julius Cae-sar referred in his story of his war in France; he drained the valleys and widened the streams into canals. lie enriched the fields, and made them wave with gold. He surrounded the meadows with odorous hedges, and banked where there had been a swamp with perfumed shrubs. Slowly he threw arches of stone across the streams and carved the bridges until they were rich in art, while everything made for use was carried up to outbreaking beauty. The roof of the barn had lovely lines; the approach to the house was upon a curved road ; the highways were shaded by two rows of noble trees. The stony hillside was terraced, and there the vines grew purple in the sun. How simple was his life ! What a sanctuary his little home! With what rich embroidery of wheat and corn he covered all the hills ! He was prudent without being stingy, thrifty without being mean. He saves against old age with one hand and distributes to his children with the other. And, having lavished all their love upon the little farm house, the granary and the barn; having pruned these grapevines with their clusters of white and pur- ple until each seemed like a friend, dear as that miracu- lous picture was to Baucis and Philemon, having at last made every tree to be shapely, their little world was invested with affection and beauty. Do you remember how that Florentine artist, after his day's stint was done, toiled upon his studio, slowly carving the capitals, collecting a little terra-cotta from Cyprus, an old manuscript from Athens, a lovely head of Apollo from Ephesus, and iridescent glass from Pei-sia, with a bit of old Tyrian purple lending a spot of flame in one corner and a little mosaic from Thebes colored another, when he saw the end was approaching, while on a visit to Egypt, asked that he might be car- ried home to die in the studio, which he ninde rich with his soul'.' What the Hideous Hun Has Done. In some such way as that the French peasants loved their land, and then lost it. One morning the enemy stood at the gate. The farmer with his pruning knife was no match for a German with a machine gun, and down he went under the plum tree he was pruning. The devastated regions of France are like unto a devil world. All the pear and plum trees have fallen over under the stroke of a German axe, and are dead and dry. Here and there one sees an occasional tree where a half inch of bark remains, and, sympathizing with the peasant's sorrow, the roots have sent a flood of sympathetic tears and sap out into one little branch, amidst the death of a hundred other boughs that flamed in May its rose and pink of bloom, then in August gave its red glow of clustered food. But as for the rest, it is desolation. Gone all the beautiful bridges — they have been dynamited. Gone all the lovely and majestic thirteenth century churches. Gone all the galleries, for every city of 5000 people in France has its quarterly exhibition of paintings sent out from Paris, and some of the finest art treasures in the world have perished. The land has been put back to where it was when Julius Caesar described it 2000 years ago — a wild land, and waste, growing up with thorns and thistles. That proclamation on a wall tells the whole story : "Let no building stand, no vine or tree. Before retreating, let each well be plentifully polluted with corpses and with creosote." The spirit was this : "Since we Germans cannot have this land, no one else shall." Tour eyes never saw a more exquisite bit of carving for the corner of a roof than this (a spray of myrtle leaves, carved in stone, after the Germans had destroyed the Cathedral of Arras). Look at this firebrand. Every German company of soldiers carried one automobile lorry filled with these firebrands, with a tank of gaso- line hanging beneath the axles. One of the historic chateaus is that of Avricourt, rich in noble associations of history. It was one of the buildings specially cov- ered by a clause in the international agreement between England, Germany, France, the United States and all the civilized nations, safeguarding historic buildings. For many mouths it was the home of Prince Eitel, the Kaiser's second son. Forced to retreat, the aged French servants, who un- derstood the electric lighting and the gas plant and served Eitel during his occupancy, when the judge and jury held the trial at the ruins of the chateau stated that they heard the German officers telling Eitel that he would disgrace the German name if he destroyed a building that had no relation to war and could be of practically no aid or comfort to the French army, and he would make his own name a name of shame and contempt, of obloquy and scorn. But the man would not yield. He brought in great wagons and moved to the freight cars at the station absolutely every object that was in the splendid chateau. And, having promised to leave the building uninjured, he stopped his car at the entrance and exit gates of the ground, ran back to the historic building with a can of oil that he had secreted, filled the asbestos in this ball of perforated iron, ran through the halls and waited until the flames were well in progress, and then ordered his men to light the fuse of a dynamite bomb. AH the testimony was taken immediately afterward rroiii ii^-i'd si'i'vniils ami from llu' litlli' iliildii'ii. unci llio ik'goiiui-aiy rovoali'd lias not Ixon surpassi'd sinci- llic first fliiiplor of ICoiunus was written on the nn- naturnl crimes of tlie ancient world. Tlioro are tlio ii>l)ies of the affidavits. In the ruins, had beside lh<' lilack marble steps, I picked up this firebrand with which I'rincc Eitel assassinated a building that belonged to the civilized world. I hope to live long enough to see Germany forced to i-epay at least one debt, in addi- tion to 10,000 others. Conceived by the Gothic archi- tects, after 400 years of neglect, the Germans, about 1S75, completed the Cathedral of Cologne. When this war is over, every stone in that cathedral should be marked. German prisoners should be made to pull those stones apart: German cars be made to transport every stone to Louvain. and German hands made to set up the Cathedral of Cologne in Louvain or Arras. For a judgment day is coming to Germany, and, though dull and heavy minds doubt it, men of vision perceive its incidents and outlines already taking shape. But the ruin of his bridges, his schoohouse, his churches, his farm houses, his vineyards and orchards is the least of his sorrows. In a little village near Ham dwelt a man who had saved a fortune for his old age — mO.tXM) francs. When the invading army like a black wave was approaching, he buried his treasure beneath the large flat stones that made the walk from the road up to the front step of his house. Then, with the other villagers, the old man fled. Many months passed by, while the Germans bombarded the village. At last the German wave retreated, and once more the old man ilrew near to his little village. There was nothing, noth- ing left. After a long time he located the street, which was on the very edge of the town, but could not find the cellar of his own house. Great shells had fallen. K.iploding in the cellar, they had blown the bricks away. Other shells had fallen bard by and blown dirt to fill what once had been a cellar. The small trees in front of his house had been blown away and replaced by shell jiits. In Paris Ambassador Sharp told me that the aged man had up to that time failed to locate his house. much less his treastiri". Itiit what trifles light as air are houses ! At the officers' chateau late one night after returning from the front a general and a captain were recount- ing their experiences. Among other incidents was this one : During the winter of 131.5, months after the Germans had occupied that territory, several Knglish officers and a young French captain were recounting their e.\periences. In saying the farewells before each man went out to his place in the trenches to look after his men, the English boy exclaimed: "Xext week at Ibis time I will be home. Five more days and my week's leave of absence comes." Then suddenly remembering that the French captain had been there a long time, he asked when he was going home. To which came this low answer: "I have no home. You men do not un- derstand. Your Kiiglish village has never l)e-n invaded. WIhu the Gernmns left my little town, they destroyed every little building. My wife and my little daughter arc both expecting babies within a few weeks. I, I — I — " and the storm broke. The two Englishmen fled into the dark and night, knowing that there was a uight that was blacker, that rain was nothing against those tears, for all his hopes of the future were dead. His only task was to recover France and transfer all his ambitions to God in heaven. That is why there will be no inconclusive peace. Do not delude yourself. Whether this war goes on one year or five years or ten years, it will go on until these Frenchmen are on German soil. Nor will the German ever learn the wickedness of his own atrocities and the crime of militarism until his own land is laid waste, until he sees the horrors of war with his own eyes, and hears the groan of his own family with his own ears, and sees his own land laid desolate. We may be- lieve that vengeance belongs unto God, and we may argue and plead for forgiveness, but it will not avail. You will remember that passage in Proverbs, in which the penalties of nature become automatic, and where an outraged brain and nerve and digestion are personi- fied and speak to the transgressor: "I warned you. but ye would none of my reproof. I stretched out my hand and pleaded, but ye would not listen. Now I will laugh at your calamity ; I will mock at your desola- tion, when desolation comes as a whirlwind and fear and destruction are upon you." The dam that held back the black waters has broken, and it was the (ier- man who dynamited the dam and released the flood of destruction upon his own people and his own land. Whether it takes another summer or mauy, there is no British nor Canadian officer.s, no French nor Italian whose face does not turn to granite and steel whenever you suggest that he will not walk down the streets of Berlin and institute a military court and try a Kaiser and his staff for murder. That is one of the things that is settled, and about which discussion is not per- mitted by soldier regiment^. Priceless Rkeims Cathedral Deliberately Destroyed. One of the things that has horrified the civilized world has been the ruin of Uhcims Cathedral. Ger- many, of course, was denied the gift of imagination. It belongs to France, to Italy and to Athens. Heinrich Heine, her own poet, says that Germany appreciates architecture so little that it is only a question of time when, "with his giant hammer, Thor will at last spring up again and shatter to bits all Gothic cathedrals." This gifted Hebrew had the vision that literarlly saw the Germans pounding to pieces the Cathedral at Lou- vain and Ypres, In Arras, in Baupaume. in St. Quentin and Rhcims. The German mind is a hearty, mediocre mind, that can multiply and exploit the inventions and discov- crips of the otlior races. The Germans contributed practically nothing to the invention of the locomotive, the steamboat, the JIarconigram, the automobile, the aeroplaine. the phonograph, the sowing machine, the reaper, the electric light. Americans invented for Ger- many her revolver, her machine gun, her turreted ship and her torpedo submarine. In retrospect, it seems absolutely incredible that Germany could have been so helplessly and hopelessly unequal to the invention of the tools that have made her rich. But that is not her gift. If Sheffield can give her a model knife, Germany can reproduce that knife in quantities and undersell Sheffield. The German people keep step in a regi- ment, in a factory and on a ship, and therefore are wholesalers. The French mind is creative ; stands for individual excellence, and is at the other extreme from the German temperament. The emblem of the German intellect is beer ; the emblem of the English intellect is port wine ; the emblem of the French mind is cham- pagne ; the emblem of an American intellect, like Emerson's, is a beaker filled with sunshine — my knowl- edge of these liquors is based on hearsay. It is this lack of imagination that explains Nietzsche's state- ment that for 200 years Germany has been the enemy of culture, while Heinrich Heine declared the name of culture was France. It is this total lack of mental capacity to appre- ciate architecture that explains Germany's destruction of some of the noblest buildings of the world. She cannot by any chance conceive how the other races look upon her vandalism. Her own foreign government exprps.sed it publicly in one of her state papers : "Let tlie neutrals cease chattering about cathedrals. Ger- many does not care one straw if all the galleries and churches in the world were destroyed, providing we gain our ends. Guizot, in his history of civilization, presents three tests of a civilized people : First, they revere their pledges and honor ; second, they reverence and pursue the beautiful in painting, architecture and literature ; third, they exhibit sympathy in reform to- ward the poor, the weak and the unfortunate. Now apply those tests to the Kaiser and his war staff, and you understand why Rheims Cathedral is a ruin. Xo building since the Parthenon was more precious to the world's culture. What majesty and dignity in the lines '. What a wealth of statuary ! How wonderful the twelfth century glass ! With what light- ness did these arches leap into the air ! Now the great bombs have torn holes through the roof; only little bits of glass remain. Broken are the arches, ruined some of the flying buttresses; the altar where Jeanne d'Arc stood at the crowning of Charles is quite gon". The great library, the bishop's palace, all the art treas- ures are in ruins. Ancient and noble buildings do not belong to a race: they belong to the world. Sacred forever the threshold of tlie Parthenon, once pressed by the feet of Socrates and Plato; thrice sacred that aisle of Santa Croce in Florence, dear to Dante and Savonarola ; to be treas- ured forever the solemn beauty of Westminster Abbey, holding the dust of the men of supreme genius. In front of the wreck of the Cathedral of Rheims, all blackened with German fire, broken with the German hammer, is the statue of Jeanne d'Arc. There she stands, immortal forever, guiding the steed of the sun with the left hand, lifting the banners of peace and liberty with the right. By some strange chance no bomb injured that bronze. Oh, beautiful emblem of the day when the spirit of liberty, riding in a chariot of the sun, .shall guide a greater host made up of all the peoples who revere the treasures of art and archi- tecture and law and liberty and Christ's poor, and will ride on to a victory that will be the sublimest conquest in the annals of time ! "Either God Is Dead or Germany Is Doomed." Over against the greatest military machine that was ever forged and controlled by merciless and cruel men, who have given up all faith in God, who practice the Ten Commandments with the "Not'' left out, who have stamped out of the souls of their soldiers every instinct of pity and sympathy, are our Allies. Here is Bel- gium, after all- her agony, ready to die to the last man rather than submit to a cruel master, the Kaiser. And here is England, and all her colonies. How glorious this land ! "The land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land," as Shakespeare said. She has already sacri- ficed one third of her total wealth, a million of hei- sons ; and here is France, not bled white, but tired after three years of grievous toil. Her bankers are tired, her business men are tired, the women and the little children are tired, for they have struggled unto blood striving against a cruel militarism for which they were unprepared. The French boy is like unto one who carried food and drink a long way unto perishing men until the heavy burden forces his fingers to relax — but give the youth a little time, and he will take up his task afresh and bring water to the thirsty soldier. The CQming of the Amer- ican troops has been a tonic to France and rested her weariness. Said the French wife as she sent away her young husband with smiles and words of pride : "I give him gladly ; I am only his wife — France is his mother." And here is Great Britain, whose fleet today holds the German battleships behind the Kiel Canal and safeguards our republic. New York and Boston. On one side of the silver dollar write these words : "In God we trust," and on the other side of the dollar write the words, "And in England's navy." Every force that makes toward justice, humanity and liberty is on our side. Soon or late, an unseen Providence will take off the wheels from the chariot of the Enemies of Truth nnd Justice. That dying German officer in Rove packed the genius o{ a moral uuivcrsc into n few words. Wounded Inst winter tlirough the spinal cord, unable to move the lower part of liis body, for weeks be waited for death. Two aged French women cared for the dying man. Little by little the wings of the Angel of Ueatli fanned away the mist before bis eyes. One day the (ierman ollicer sent for the village priest and told him that the Von Hindonbnrg line was nearly complete; that the order to retreat had been given: that the home of these aged women who had cared for him so tenderly would be burned : that not one church, house, barn, vineyard or orchard would be left. The news crushed ilie old priest. In his dying hour a righteous wrath tilled the heart of the German prisoner. These are his last words, as I transcribed them from the lips of that man of God, standing one day in Noyon : "Curses upon this army ! Curses upon our Kaiser and his War Staff! Ten thousand curses upon my country! Kither (Jod is dead, or Germany is doomed I" The officer had come to understand that soon or late the wheels of God will grind to nothingness those who wrong God's chil- dren. "Woe unto the man who offends one of My little ones. It were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowne.! in the depths of the seas." Vision of a Just and Lasting Peace. I'etter days are coming. We may have to cuter the wilderness, but soon or late the pilgrim host will enter the Promised Land and hang out the signals of victory. Truth is stronger than error; liberty is stronger than despotism ; God is stronger than satan ; right makes might, and must prevail. In this faith we must strive on for a peace that will safeguard democracy, defend the frontier lines, vindicate the rights of little lands, destroy militarism and autocracy. During the January snows a dear friend and noble surgeon at the head of a hospital at the front wrote me a letter which stays my heart as the anchor the ship in time of storm. The ground was deep with snow, many wounded men had been carried in from the field, but at midnight, when his work was done, the physician wrote me this letter : "This war is of God. Sometimes it is peace that is hell. The soldier's life is a life of poverty, obedience, self-sacrifice ; we know what the civilian's life is. But for the chastisement of this war, Berlin and Vienna, r>ondon and Paris would have descended into hell within three generations. I once spoke in your Plym- outh on the blessings of peace ; if ever again I have that privilege, I shall speak on the blessings of war. I never dreamed that men could be so noble. For three months I have slept on the stone: for three months before that in a tent : for six months I have not been in a bed ; but I have never been so happy. I have ac- quired the fine freedom of a dog, and, like a dog, I wear a metal tag around my neck, so that they may know to whom I belong when it happens that I can no longer speak. And never was n man engaged in a cause so noble. I have seen Belgium ; I have seen a lamb torn by the wolf ; I am on the side of the lamb. I know the explanations the wolf has to offer — they do me at this battle for your own good, for right here at this Western front this war will be decided, just where all the great wars of history have alwa.vs been decided. It is decided already, but will take the enemy some time yet to find it out." What does this noble scholar mean? History makes that meaning plain! No wine until the purple clusters are crushed. No linen until the flax is bleeding and broken. No redemption without shedding of blood. No rich soil for men's bread until the rocks are ploughed with ice glaciers and subdued with fire bil- lows. Five forms of liberty achieved by our fathers, for which they paid over 3000 battlefields, blood down. This war was not brought by God, but, having come, let us believe that His providence can overrule it for the destruction of all war. When Germany is beaten to her knees, becomes repentant, offers to make restitu- tion for her crimes, then, and not till then, can this war stop. Autocracy, too, must go. There is no room left in the world for a kaiser or a sultan. The hang- man's noose awaits the peasant murderer, and already the hemp is grown to twist into the noose for a Kaiser's neck. At all costs and hazards, we must fight this war through to a successful issue. Our children must not be made to walk through all this blood and muck. The burden of militarism must be lifted from the shoulders of God's poor. Any state that will not forever give up war must be shut out of the world's clearing-houses and markets through finance and trade. Geologists tell us that the harbor of Naples, protected by islands, was once the crater of a volcano like unto Vesuvius, but that God depressed that smoking basin until the life-giving waters of the Mediterranean stream flowed in and put out that fire. Oh, beautiful emblem of a new era, when God will depress every battelfield and every dreadnought and bring in the life-giving waters of peace. Then will come a golden age, the Parliament of mankind, the Federation of the World, a little international army policing the lan^l : a little international navy policing the seas ; a great interna- tional court deciding disputes between Germany and France. To this purpose let our sons dedicate them- selves, to the end that we may achieve a just and last- ing peace between ourselves and all nations. Let us consecrate not only the income of our rich land, but also all our property. Back of our boys' bayonets let us put our own bonds. Let our subscriptions to this Liberty Loan be so vast that we will have the right to say to our enemy : "You shall not crush the hopes of Abraham Lincoln. You shall not grind mankind beneath the iron heel of militarism. You shall not make govern- ment of the people for the people, by the people, now or ever, to perish from the earth. LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 021 803 433 AMERICA'S RELATION WORLD WAR Shall Our Nation Live or Perish? A 52-page Pamphlet Second Edition As viewed by the Editor of the MANUFACTURERS RECORD COLONEL ROOSEVELT'S VIEWS. September 8, 1917. My Dear Mr. Edmonds: A8 an American citixen, I wish to congrat- ulate you Kith all my heart on the pamphlet, "America's Relation to the World War." That's straight patriotism! Faithfully yours, THEODORE ROOSEVELT. TEN CENTS PER COPY