I can answer for the delight of the English children; a just and godlike delight.  I am not so sure about the delight of the German children, when they were caught in the infernal wheels of the modern civilisation of factories.  But, for the present, I am only concerned to say that I do not accept this line of historical division.  I do not think history supports the view that those who could break things could not make them.

This is the least intrusive approach by which I can touch on a topic that must of necessity be a delicate one; yet which may well be a difficulty among Latins like yourself.  Against this preposterous Prussian upstart we have not only to protect our unity; we have even to protect our quarrels.  And the deepest of the reactions or revolts of which I have spoken is the quarrel which (very tragically as I think) has for some hundred years cloven the Christian from the Liberal ideal.  It would ill become me, in whose country there is neither such clear doctrine nor such combative democracy, to suppose it can be easy for any of you to close up such sacred wounds.  There must still be Catholics who feel they can never forgive a Jacobin.  There must still be old Republicans who feel that they could never endure a priest.  And yet there is something, the mere sight of which should lock them both in an instant alliance.  They have only to look northward and hold the third thing, which thinks itself superior to either:  the enormous turnip-face of ce type la, as the French say, who conceives that he can make them both like himself and yet remain superior to both.

I implore you to keep out of the hands of this Fool the quarrel of the great saints and of the great blasphemers.  He will do to religion what he will do to art; mix up all the colours on your palette into the colour of mud:  and then say that only the purified eyes of Teutons can see that it is pure white.  The other day the Director of Museums in Berlin was said to be setting about the creation of a new kind of Art:  German Art.  Philosophers and men of science were at the same time directed to meet round the table and found a new Religion:  German Religion.  How can such people appreciate art; how can they appreciate religion—­nay, how can they appreciate irreligion?  How does one invent a message?  How does one create a Creator?  Is it not the plain meaning of the Gospel that it is good news?  And is it not the plain meaning of good news that it must come from outside oneself?  Otherwise I could make myself happy this moment, by inventing an enormous victory in Flanders.  And I suppose (now I come to think of it) that the Germans do.

By the fulness of your faith and even the fulness of your despair, you that remember Rome, have earned a right to prevent all our quarrels being quenched in such cold water from the north.  But it is not too much to say that neither religion at its worst nor republicanism at its worst ever offered the coarse insult to all mankind that is offered by this new and nakedly universal monarchy.