For a full year, interrupted only by six weeks in the United States at the end of the winter of 1914-15, I have kept in as close touch with Germany in war-time as if I were at my old lookout in the Friedrichstrasse. My professional task in London all that time has been to study the German Press. Day in and day out I have done so. I have read the Government-controlled _Lokal-Anzeiger_, the radical _Berliner Tageblatt_, the venerable _Vossische Zeitung_, Count Reventlow’s organ of Frightfulness, the _Deutsche Tageszeitung_, the Pan-German _Tägliche Rundschau_, the Thunderer of Prussian conservatism, the _Kreuz-Zeitung_, and Maximilian Harden’s vitriolic _Zukunft_. The voice of paralyzed Hamburg has come to me morning and night through the malevolent _Hamburger Nachrichten_ and _Fremdenblatt_. _Vorwärts_ has kept me informed of German Socialism’s invertebrate vagaries. The cultured _Cologne Gazette_, the property of Doctor Neven-Dumont, whose wife is half-English and whose son is proud of his Oxford degree, and yet has almost led the German Press in the violence of its Anglophobism, has told me what semi-official Germany wanted the world to believe was its views from hour to hour. In the _Frankfurter Zeitung_ I have been able to glean the news and opinion of the great German financial and commercial classes for which it speaks. Catholic Bavaria, the land of Crown Prince "Rupprecht, the Bloody," has been interpreted to me by the _Munich Neueste Nachrichten_. The _Dresdner Anzeiger_ has mirrored Saxony day by day. And, as the _Stimmung_ of no country in the world is so faithfully reproduced by its comic press as is opinion in Germany, my readings have been amplified, as well as lightened, by heartlessly ironic _Simplicissimus_, artistic _Jugend, Fliegende Blätter_ and _Lustige Blätter_. My German literary diet, which was ruining my eye-sight, has been almost more opulent than when in Berlin, has finally been enriched from week to week by the incessant grist of pamphlets and booklets which has poured from the German mill even in more copious and overwhelming measure than in peace-times. If the printed word is the index of a nation’s thought, little of moment in Germany since August, 1914, has escaped me. I have had the inestimable advantage of being able to absorb it in the light of its relationship to the situation outside of Germany--an opportunity of which the Germans themselves, though I would not try to make them believe it, have been cruelly deprived.