The Boer has to the full the defects of his qualities; that
scintillating intellectual brilliance and versatility, so common and
so charming in the Frenchman and the Irishman, the Boer, even when
highly cultured, seldom has: he is deep and strong rather than broad
and brilliant: indomitable when he does act, it takes much to rouse
him into action; he is slow and often heavy. And the Boer race has its
Judases, as all other races have; nor do I know of a more sorrowful
sight than the descendant of the old Boer, speaking English often with
so foreign an accent as to be laughable, yet playing the part of the
extreme Anglo-Saxon; losing thereby the charms of the Boer without
attaining to the magnificent virtues which are characteristic of the
best Englishman. But these persons are fortunately rare; and behind
them lies the great, solid, self-respecting mass of the Dutch South
African people.
I do not appraise, as has been said, the Boer as higher or more
valuable than other human varieties. A dogmatic statement as to the
respective values of human varieties, or even of races, has always
appeared to me, since I passed out of my infantile state of ignorance,
as impossible. Each race has its virtues and the deficiencies which are
complemental to its virtues, and the loss of any one race would be to
me the falling of a star from the human galaxy.
When one travels in Italy and sees its harmoniously featured people,
and views that plastic art which the Italian alone has given the
world in many of its noblest forms, and realizes the vast debt under
which all the world rests to the Italian race for its influence on
the fourteenth-century renaissance, and remembers the list of the
mighty dead from Michael Angelo to Dante, one so considering the land
and its people is inclined to say that it would be well to barter any
folk to preserve Italy and her gifts to humanity. But when one crosses
the Alps and enters quaint German villages with their simple folk and
treads on the soil which was the birth-land of the Goethes and Kants
and Beethovens and Luthers, who are the world's wealth as well as
Germany's, when one considers that vast army of intellectual labourers
who have made the name German synonymous with the search after
knowledge and truth for truth's sake; when one walks through the Rhine
provinces with their sunshine, their vines, and their music, and their
stalwart men and fair-faced women, with their German truth of heart,
then it may be forgiven one who has any German blood in his veins if he
feels inclined to seize a flag as children do and walk about waving it
and crying, "I am a German! This is my Fatherland!"
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