Men, nations, and movements are symbolized by their moments of crisis. The long, tedious, humdrum years of life never get into picture, never fire human imagination; even though those years are the necessary foundations upon which great events rise. So America for nearly a century and a half has been symbolized--at least in European eyes--by that great moment when she rose in the world and asserted her independent status “among the nations of the earth.” The men of ’76 have stood for American valor, American military skill, American statesmanship. Now has come a time when “a decent respect for the nations of mankind requires” that Americans shall again stand for their portrait in history. This time we are standing among the civilized nations not for independence, but for interdependence! Where once we stood for a nation consecrated to freedom, now we stand for a community of nations consecrated to justice. Perhaps when the new portraits are painted in this great hour of crisis all the nations of the world will appear in history with new faces. The soldier of the revolution of ’76; the red-capped liberty girl of France, the conventional John Bull, the German war lord--all will “suffer a sea-change into something rich and strange.” And the old portraits that glimpsed the old truth about the old world shall in the new world have but an archaic interest! WILLIAM ALLEN WHITE. [Illustration] “_Now, Hindenburg, Bring on the Rest of My People_” All of us who love the Old Germany we knew, who have dear friends there, and who have rejoiced in the happiness honest industrialism and widespread commerce were bringing to a great people before this terrible slaughter began feel a deep pang of sorrow as we look upon Raemaekers’ terrible picture of what the war has brought to Germania. The dreadful pity of it is that Germania should have brought this upon herself by appealing to the Sword when the Temple of Peace stood open and all her present enemies were pleading that there should be no shedding of blood. DAVID JAYNE HILL. [Illustration] _The Master of the Hounds_ “_Remember, Michaelis, every dog has his day!_” [Illustration] _Processional_ Not for a flaunted flag, O God, Not for affronted power, Not for a scurrile hope of gain, Not for the pride of an hour, Not for vengeance, hot in the heart, Now have we swung to war! Not for a weak mistrust lest peace Is a shame strong men abhor. Not for glory--for oh, to kill Should be a sacred wrath: Not for these! but to war on war And sweep it from earth’s path! Patient has been our creed, till now, Patient, too, our hope, Patient for long our loathful deed, For the just in doubt must grope. But with a foe at last arrayed Against the whole world’s right, You, O soul of the universe, Your very self must fight. You yourself; so but one prayer Need we to lift--but one, That by our battle shall all war Be utterly undone. CALE YOUNG RICE.