The Evening Star MONDAY, NOVEMBER 2, 1914.
When tho Israelites, in the course of t heir flight from Egypt, found their furthef passage barred by the Red Sea, they turned, as was their wont, to murmur and rail at their lender. The answer of Moses, as ha surveyed his clamoring followers, tame not in words of ambiguity, but of assurance and command. “The Egyptians whom ye have “seen to-day ye shall eee them again no “more for ever,” and then, having thus spoken, he cried “unto the children of Israel that they go forward.” The words, and the incident that provoked them, are not inapplicable to the situation with which the Empire is confronted, as sketched in our war messages of to-day. Doubtless tho most frequent comment that was heard within the past few hours wait; “We have lost another warship,” so true is it that the human mind instinctively apprehends that which is conveyed to it in sensational and dramatic form. \et the loss of the Hermes is far from being the mast arresting item in the day’s news. We have been warned from the beginning to expect Josses of tills character, and it is not possible to hope that we have heard the last of them. It ought never to bo forgotten that the Empire is engaged in a life and death struggle, a struggle before which the Napoleonic and earlier Dutch and Spanish wars are relatively insignificant. Tho armies and navies of the past encountered each other on #ea and land only. Those now arrayed against each other are meeting in the air and under the sea as well. There has, therefore, never before been anything approaching the present, war either in the numbers participating, the variety of the nations engaged, the methods of combat, or tho appallingly destructive nature of the instruments with which it is carried on. The Governments that have called these desolating forces into being, and who have let them loose upon each other, cannot wholly control their direction, nor foresee their effects once, they are in operation. But let it also be remembered that there is no single Power now at war that has a greater command of reserve strength, actual and potential, than the British Empire. It would be well for our own peace of mind if we calmly and unswervingly concentrated our thoughts upon this* aspect of tho crisis rather than let them dwell unduly upon regrettable but inevitable losses. The one serious moment in our Imperial history during the past three months was when the Asquith Government decided to declare war. The question then was ; Will the. Empire rally on behalf of a common I 'cause? And it was the magnificent and inspiring unanimity with which the, answer came that settled all doubt cf tho outcome eo far as the Empire is concerned. The war will not end until tho purpose for which it is being fought is attained, not even though the goal be not reached for 20 years.
Meanwhile the Empire will go forward undeterred by her lo<-os on land and sea. Serious and continuous as the wastage in human life and ships is, the empty places are more than filled. The surprising and outstanding feature in tho day's record is not t-lio loss of a. small cruiser, but tho announcement, of tho First Lord of the Admiralty (Mr Churchill) in his letter to Prince Louis of Battenbcrg wherein he tells of thr enormous impending influx of new capital ships, of 20 50-knot cruisers, arid of destroyers and submarines of unequalled modern construction now coming to hand. It is upon this plain, unadorned statement that we. may well let our amazement and wonder dwell rather than upon a loss that in comparison is but as dust in the balance. Hundreds of precious lives at sea have already been sacrificed to the onslaught of the German war machine, and, alas, for the pity of it. hundreds more may yet have to pay the last g' cat price. But what of .hat and these The path of tho British Empire goes by way of Calvary, and the price of its continued existence is the blood of her sons. And, again, what of that? Let ns but “ play the man ” and this Emthat wo call ours will light such a torch that by God’s grace shall never be put out until every ship of Germany’s corsair navy, whether sailing under the Japanese, or the Russian, or her own flag has been sunk to the bottom of the sea.
Of Turkey’s entrance into the fray, should it be confirmed, it is sufficient to repeat the words “those whom the godi would destroy they first make mad.” The Voung Turk party, now in the ascendant —thanks to a wisely regulated policy of murder and repression—has, apparently, dragged' tho remnants of a once great Empire under the shield of the German War Lord. In so doing the Turk has merely hastened the siguiiig of bis own. ineTi&fefc
death warrant-. The Turk in Europe was bound tg disappear in time, and the ambition ol Epver Beyr-“ tho wan on horseback ’’—will bare made that time sooner gather than later. Thirty-six years ago Gladstone welcomed the advance of Russia and counselled the ejectment, hag and baggage, of the official Turk from Europe. Tha intervention of Lord Boaconsfield, working on the popular suspicion of 'Russia’s policy, secured a fresh, if crippled, lease of life for tho unspeakable one, who registered his appreciation thereof with Armenian massacres and the desolation of Macedonia. The fratricidal conflicts of the Balkan Allies in 1913 enabled Turkey partially to recover from her previous further dismemberment in 1912, and to day, wfien the lust of slaughter has taken possession of so large a portion of mankind, and when death and rapine and devastation are abroad in the world, the Crescent, sheltered by the Cross, in the delusive hope of further gains, once more unfurls its banner. That Turkey may temporarily create and become a cause of trouble is probable; that she can affect the ultimate result of the war, or save Germany from the just consequences of the righteous anger that she lias brought upon her own head, may bo dismissed as impossible of realisation. In a. conflict between Reason supported by Force, and of Force without Reason, the attempts of the latter will prove ns futile as the im-N potent dart of Priam thrown amid the crumbling walls of Troy.
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