What Germany thought of the change is reflected in an extract from its Press when it first heard of the resignation of Mr. David Lloyd George from the War Office, and it was under the belief that the Haldane group had triumphed over him. The Bavarian _Courier_, December 5th, 1916, said: "This is a terrible disaster for the war party in England," whilst the Leipzig _Tageblatt_ said: "The British people have doubtless had enough of this war agitator. His fall from power brings nearer an honourable peace for Germany." Within a few days of Mr. Lloyd George being created Prime Minister of England the Kaiser was seeking peace. _Res ipsa loquitur._ * * * * * What has been given is merely a rough and very deficient resumé of England's sham blockade, which was permitted to muddle along its costly, tragic, and fatal course until the Americans joined the Allies in their fight for freedom and the rights of small nations. Washington at once swept aside maudlin sentiment by its practical common sense, get-right-there-quick decisions. The nation's relief cannot be expressed in words. Was it to be wondered at that from the soul of the Motherland prayers had so long and so often ascended? "Oh, for a man of the old, old Viking blood to lead and direct the battle in place of those poor craven lawyer politicians in the Cabinet of the never-to-be-forgotten twenty-three!" Indeed, this was the darkest hour before the dawn. The autumn of 1916 saw the advent of the magic of the Wizard from Wales. To him all honour is due. For some years prior to the war he had been perhaps the most hated man England had ever known. He had helped to minimise the Army, the Navy, and the House of Lords; he had led people to believe it was almost a crime to own land; he had descended to the lowest levels of vulgar abuse regarding our most sacred traditions; he had helped rob the Church in his native land; he had become despised by the noblest and best of his fellow-countrymen. His sole ambition, apparently, had been to gain the popularity of the masses--a transient glory which might fade in an hour. He had attained the position almost of a deity with the extreme Radical and Socialistic Mob. But, in this hour of Great Britain's direst peril, he valiantly came forth. He buckled on his armour of undaunted courage and vast ability. He put his whole heart and soul into the fight, absolutely ignoring what effect his actions might have upon his recent followers, forgetting all his schemes of lifelong planning, and concentrating all his vast abilities and ceaseless, untiring energies upon one single concrete thought, one hope, one ideal--Victory. Like that greatest of all the heroes of ancient Rome--_Venit, vidit, vicit_. Veritably he proved himself a man. * * * * *