nitum, even Holland and Portugal had transplanted their languages and characteristics to large regions abroad, and even they had prospects of extensions which far exceeded those of the colonies which Germany had acquired.
It was a bitter thought for a race that recollected the sweet air of Empire in days of old. But there was a consolation: Germany possessed an asset which the others could not boast: the German Army! Let them, who know little else besides their shops and their trade, look at that wondrous product of German intellect, that miraculous organisation, which represented all that was strong, grand, noble, self-sacrificing in the soul of the great Germanic race! It was true that the terrible weight of ultra-militarism was more than human nature could bear; but pride forbade any but a smiling face. It was true that everything was kept up to concert-pitch, from the day the small boys went to school, through their turn in the Army, throughout their lives in factories and offices, from the cradle to the grave. It was true that the number of schoolboys committing suicide became appalling, that in the Austrian and German armies there were 1860 cases of suicide on a million of military men against 516 on a million civilians, and that in all countries the difference was far less. It was not by mere chance that the German treatment of insanity rose to be the best in the world. It came as a necessity. The church and its consoling influence had lost the hold