try that enunciated the
policy and is the chief gainer by it. It is a case in which a _silent
understanding_ is of far greater value than a formal compact that
'would serve as a target for casual discontent on this side or that'."

The article concludes by proclaiming "the precious permanence of an
unseen bond" and the lofty and enduring worth of "good faith mutually
acknowledged and the ultimate solidarity of mutual interests rightly
perceived." "The ultimate solidarity" aimed at by those who direct
these world-wide pronouncements is not one of mere sterile friendship
between the American and the British peoples. American friendship with
England is only worth having when it can be translated by world acts
into enmity against Germany.

It might truly be said of the British Empire to-day that where two or
three are gathered together, there hatred of Germany shall be in the
midst of them. Turn where he will, from the Colonies to England, from
England to her fleet, from the seas to the air, the Englishman lives
and moves and has his being in an atmosphere not of love but of
hatred. And this too, a hatred, fear, and jealousy of a people who
have never injured him, who have never warred upon him, and whose sole
crime is that they are highly efficient rivals in the peaceful rivalry
of commerce, navigation, and science.

We are told, for instance, in one of the popular London magazines
for January, 1913, in an article upon the financial grievances of
the British navy that were it not for Germany there would be to-day
another Spithead. "Across the North Sea is a nation that some fifty
years ago was so afraid of the British navy that it panicked itself
into building an iron-clad fleet.

"To-day, as the second naval power, its menace is too great for any
up-to-date Spithead mutiny to come off. But the pay question was
so acute that it is possibly only the Germans and their 'menace'
that saved us from the trouble." But while the "patriotism" of the
"lower-deck" may have been sufficiently stout to avert this peril,
the patriotism of the "quarter-deck" is giving us a specimen of its
quality that certainly could not be exhibited in any other country in
the world.

Even as I write I read in the "British Review" how Admiral Sir
Percy Scott attacks Admiral Lord Charles Beresford, dubs him the
"laughing-stock of the fleet," accuses him of publishing in his book
_The Betrayal_ a series of "deliberate falsehoods," and concludes by
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