ld might
be born in which we might breathe more freely, where injustices
centuries old might be made good, where France, arising from long
humiliation, might resume her rank and destiny. Then, in that cured,
vivified France, what an awakening, what a renewal, what a sap, what a
magnificent flowering there would be! This will be thy work, soldier of
1914! To you we shall owe this resurrection of our beloved country. And
later on, and always, in everything beautiful and good that may be done
among us, in the creations of our poets and the discoveries of our
savants, in the thousand forms of national activity, in the strength of
our young men and the grace of our young women, in all that will be the
France of tomorrow, there will be, soldier so brave and so simple in
your greatness, a little of your heroic soul!

*Germany's Civilized Barbarism*

*By Emile Boutroux.*

*From the Revue des Deux Mondes.*

I sincerely thank M. Emile Boutroux for the letter he has been good
enough to write to me; and the readers of the Revue will join me, for it
is addressed to them also. No one could speak of Germany more
authoritatively than M. Boutroux; no one, indeed, is better acquainted
with the Germany of yesterday and that of today, or better equipped to
draw a comparison between them, which for the Prussianized Germany of
the present is a verdict and a condemnation. The violence, brutality,
barbarism which she displays--a frightful spectacle--doubtless spring
from the deepest instincts of race; but man always feels the need of
justifying his conduct, and the Germans are too much philosophers not to
seek justification for theirs in a scientific system in which these
doctrinaires of a new sort are encouraged to persevere without the least
scruple or pity. M. Boutroux explains to us the detestable sophism which
has perverted the entire German soul and made of a nation which our
grandfathers loved and admired, a monster whose implacable egotism
weighs heavily on the world. But let M. Boutroux speak.

FRANCIS CHARMES.

* * * * *

PARIS, 28 September, 1914.

To the Director of the Revue des Deux Mondes:

Mr. Director and Dear Colleague: You have done me the honor to ask me,
as I have lived in Germany and studied in part German philosophy and
literature, whether I was not prepared to submit some observations
touching the present war. I confess that at this moment words, and even
thoughts, se