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mother and a sister who nursed both. When the Germans decided to burn that village in Eastern Belgium, they
did not wish to burn alive this old and helpless man, so they bayonetted to death the old man and woman, and
the daughter that nursed them.
Let us judge not, that we be not judged. This is the one example of atrocity that you and I might be able
personally to prove. But every loyal German in the country can make answer: "These soldiers were drunk
with wine and blood. Such an atrocity misrepresents Germany and her soldiers. The breaking of Germany's
treaty with Belgium represents the dishonor of a military ring, and not the perfidy of 68,000,000 of people.
We ask that judgment be postponed until all the facts are in." But, meanwhile, the man who loves his fellows,
at midnight in his dreams walks across the fields of broken Belgium. All through the night air there comes the
sob of Rachel, weeping for her children, because they are not. In moods of bitterness, of doubt and despair the
heart cries out, "How could a just God permit such cruelty upon innocent Belgium?" No man knows. "Clouds
and darkness are round about God's throne." The spirit of evil caused this war, but the Spirit of God may bring
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good out of it, just as the summer can repair the ravages of winter. Meanwhile the heart bleeds for Belgium.
For Brussels, the third most beautiful city in Europe! For Louvain, once rich with its libraries, cathedrals,
statues, paintings, missals, manuscripts--now a ruin. Alas! for the ruined harvests and the smoking villages!
Alas, for the Cathedral that is a heap, and the library that is a ruin. Where the angel of happiness was there
stalk Famine and Death. Gone, the Land of Grotius! Perished the paintings of Rubens! Ruined is Louvain.
Where the wheat waved, now the hillsides are billowy with graves. But let us believe that God reigns.
Perchance Belgium is slain like the Saviour, that militarism may die like Satan. Without shedding of innocent
blood there is no remission of sins through tyranny and greed. There is no wine without the crushing of the
grapes from the tree of life. Soon Liberty, God's dear child, will stand within the scene and comfort the
desolate. Falling upon the great world's altar stairs, in this hour when wisdom is ignorance, and the strongest
man clutches at dust and straw, let us believe with faith victorious over tears, that some time God will gather
broken-hearted little Belgium into His arms and comfort her as a Father comforteth his well-beloved child.
HENRY WATTERSON
THE NEW AMERICANISM
(Abridged)
Eight years ago tonight, there stood where I am standing now a young Georgian, who, not without reason,
recognized the "significance" of his presence here, and, in words whose eloquence I cannot hope to recall,
appealed from the New South to New England for a united country.
He is gone now. But, short as his life was, its heaven-born mission was fulfilled; the dream of his childhood
was realized; for he had been appointed by God to carry a message of peace on earth, good will to men, and,
this done, he vanished from the sight of mortal eyes, even as the dove from the ark.
Grady told us, and told us truly, of that typical American who, in Dr. Talmage's mind's eye, was coming, but
who, in Abraham Lincoln's actuality, had already come. In some recent studies into the career of that man, I
have encountered many startling confirmations of this judgment; and from that rugged trunk, drawing its
sustenance from gnarled roots, interlocked with Cavalier sprays and Puritan branches deep beneath the soil,
shall spring, is springing, a shapely tree--symmetric in all its parts--under whose sheltering boughs this
nation shall have the new birth of freedom Lincoln promised it, and mankind the refuge which was sought by
the forefathers when they fled from oppression. Thank God, the ax, the gibbet, and the stake have had their
day. They have gone, let us hope, to keep company with the lost arts. It has been demonstrated that great
wrongs may be redressed and great reforms be achieved without the shedding of one drop of human blood;
that vengeance does not purify, but brutalizes; and that tolerance, which in private transactions is reckoned a
virtue, becomes in public affairs a dogma of the most far-seeing statesmanship.
So I appeal from the men in silken hose who danced to music made by slaves--and called it freedom--from
the men in bell-crowned hats, who led Hester Prynne to her shame--and called it religion--to that
Americanism which reaches forth its arms to smite wrong with reason and truth, secure in the power of both. I
appeal from the patriarchs of New England to the poets of New England; from Endicott to Lowell; from
Winthrop to Longfellow; from Norton to Holmes; and I appeal in the name and by the rights of that common
citizenship--of that common origin--back of both the Puritan and the Cavalier--to which all of us owe our
being. Let the dead past, consecrated by the blood of its martyrs, not by its savage hatreds--darkened alike by
kingcraft and priestcraft--let the dead past bury its dead. Let the present and the future ring with the song of
the singers. Blessed be the lessons they teach, the laws they make. Blessed be the eye to see, the light to
reveal. Blessed be Tolerance, sitting ever on the right hand of God to guide the way with loving word, as
blessed be all that brings us nearer the goal of true religion, true Republicanism, and true patriotism, distrust
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