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arts of peace with all the love of organisation and devotion to the State of which she is capable. We must here remark that in the preceding pages we have not had any desire to give vent to any anti-German prejudice. We have only desired to show the peculiarly nefarious influence of ultra-militarism upon the people of Germany and Austria. We, like all the world, loved the Germany of Goethe, of Schiller, of Heine, and of Beethoven, the sublime Beethoven, the gentle, the passionate aristocrat amongst men of music, the man, I would say, of the esoterie soul of music, his own soul, which he seems to pour out and to contemplate from yet a higher pinnacle; the land, too, of Bach, the pious, the deep, the fervent. We loved the old Germany, of which we were a part, which was part of us, of Europe. But we see, that Beethoven and Bach represent old Germany as much as Wagner represents the Germany of our time. We admire and we love the former, we are astounded and appalled by the latter, just as we love and admire depth and fervour and feel amazed by brilliancy and are appalled by an excess of force which becomes bad taste and empty rhetoric.

But whatever new Germany is, nobody will call her narrow, petty, shallow, wavering. Her enemies may call her cruel, relentless, barbaric.treacherous. But she is perfectly sublime in courage, in devotion, in patriotism, in self-confidence. Just as the Dutch language, the language of a contemplative, serious,

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