The Confucian capitalist, the Christian capitalist, and all other kinds of capitalists of the whole world stand behind their blessed and belittling cash-registers, plot in their Wall Street dens, cheating, cheating, cheating—and snarling at one another. And this unsocial snarling is called business, and this Christless business is morally legitimated, “made respectable,” by too many unsocialized “spiritual advisers.” Some of the holy men are finely social, nobly large, splendidly fearless; and these great social souls refuse, proudly refuse, to “sic” or urge the “dogs of war.” But unfortunately these truly greater holy men are too few and they are threatened and bullied by the over-fed, fat-pursed industrial Caesars in the best pews of the house of God; and, moreover, these greater holy men are abused and outvoted in the church conventions by their less developed brethren, if they oppose a war—especially if there is a “national crisis.” And there is always a “national crisis” imminent when greater markets must be had and new territory is to be scrambled for by the capitalists of the world. Whenever there is a “crisis on,” whenever the cash-register captains, the politicians and unsocial “spiritual leaders” believe, or announce, that there is a “crisis upon us,”—at such times Christ, the peaceful, nobly social Christ, is thrust to the rear of the stage and forced to be silent, while the “fighting parsons” and the politicians and the money-mongers and some glory-hunting buccaneers rush to the front of the stage and scream for war—a “patriotic war.” _And more and more the actual necessity for a larger foreign market produces a “crisis.”_ It is coming—another war.[293] Then for brotherhood—a sneer. Then for the man of peace—a scornful “Mollycoddle!” Then for Christ—coarse jeers. Then for markets, for profits—blood and tears. Then will the malignant manikins patriotically and profitably shout for “national honor.” Then Christ must wait. Peace must wait. Brotherhood must wait. International federation, social grandeur, the human race, must wait. All these must wait for the poor little fellows to get the emotions of the prize-fighter and the savage heat and hate of the bull-pup out of their veins; all these must wait, too, while the cash-register devotee and his man Friday get the money—and “divide up.” Possibly, reader, some of these paragraphs seem unfair. Very well; perhaps it will seem fair to let a _clergyman_ speak with frankness on this matter. Here following are some paragraphs from a powerful book, _The Moral Damage of War_, by the fearless Dr. Walter Walsh, a distinguished and eloquent clergyman of Dundee, Scotland.[294] In the chapter, “The Moral Damage of War to the Preacher,” Dr. Walsh speaks to his clerical brethren with the courage and directness of the ancient Jewish prophets. Here are some illustrative paragraphs (reprinted with kind permission of publishers):