The Evening Star TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 3, 1914.
Ajioxc lha many pious resolutions solomn’y approved by that woll-
Civilisatlon meaning but disregarded
In tha institution known as The Melting Pot. H ague Conference was ono stating that "no hostili-
ties are to ho commenced before giving
“a notification in advance and without “equivocation nr.dcr the form of cither an “ incited declaration cf war or an ultimaturn with a conditional declaration of ‘‘war.” There have been many wars since this Conference caused a thrill of complacent satisfaction to run through the veins of Mr Andrew Carnegie and of the late Mr W. T. Stead, and to-day tho world is in the midst of the greatest ci all time. The resolution, however, though formally adopted by the representatives of the great civilised Christian Powers, and the heathen as well, has been ever since its adoption as much honored in the breach as in the observance. Germany’s own declarations of war were so quickly followed with blows that none save a casuist would car© to assert which came first. But as to the methods adopted under German inspiration, and carried out under the same baneful influence by her partner in crime and ally in guilt, Turkey, there is no room for differences of opinion. Turkey stands condemned at the bar of civilisation as a criminal caught in the act. Her entry into the arena of conflict, her villainous stabs in the dark, her secrecy, and her duplicity Havre marked her out for everlasting shame. The treachery and infamy ci her surpriee attack on Russian shipping at Odessa constitute an appropriately shameful beginning of the scenes that are destined to mark tho last months of the Turk in Europe., We grant that there is something pathetically inadequate in protests such as these at this late hour of the day. Of whati avail is it to denounce Turkey for having learned her lesson well? Why talk of civilisation when all that s-lande for what we mean thereby has been flung into the melting pot? Why expect nations, hot for human slaughter, and which boast vf their determination to hack their way through io their goal irrespective of ago or sex, to stop to consider their wave?
Let. no in.o.n stop to plunder. But slay a ltd slay and slay. For the gods who !n - o for ever .Are on our side this day. For to this pare have wo come in our own day «nd generation. The Lord our God is as vehemently appealed to by the supreme overlord of Germany as were once “the gede who live for ever” by the leaders of tho armies of pagan Rome. It is essential that this aspect of tho situation should not bo forgotten. If we hesitate, in thus relation wo are lost. Possibly our own environment in New Zealand fails to give ns the necessary vision. Wo have but tire ni(>st hazy and vague apprehension of the reality. Rut it remains true that what we in this fortunate Dominion icpard and know .ir. civilisation has largely ceased to exist over tho greater portion of I'itrope and elsewhere. Those t-wret and gracious r.rieniiics that arc the salt of life have “ weeping fled away,'' leaving behind them tho widow’s wail, tho orphan's cry, and myriad heaps of numberless dead. And this being the condition of that portion of the world which was once tho centre and representative of the highest in intellect and art, it is liko beating the air to protest against Turkish duplicity, Of to honor her by implying that any other policy than the one she has adopted was expected from her. In Turkey, Germany has found a too apt pupil. Tho earthly monarch, as well as the spiritual ruler, with the sword as his instrument of conversion, will present no incongruity to the mind of the Turk, and the combination of Potsdam piety with Essen activity will stir his soul to imitation. This adulation, translated into .action, would necessarily take some such form as it has done- To paint her ships to resemble those el Russia, to fly the Russian flag, to giva the Russian password, to dynamite an unsuspecting sailer to atoms, and then to open fire on a peaceful fleet—to do these things is but to proclaim to the world the passing of the old and the coming of the naw civilisation which German Cosariim has declared shall take the place of the other. It is against the perpetration of these things that the Empire has gone to war. The solo and immediate task of the Empire now is “ to see this thing through.” 'Ry this i- not meant a .succors on the hold and uu the JAfSili i! 4?!; XftHM the
international sitxiation in much the same position ns it was before the war. The German War Machine has not only to bo smashed, but its rebuilding has to be put beyond the chance of /possibility. In other words, the spirit that has called it into being will also have to undergo so complete a transformation that the desire to recreate it will have passed away for at least a century. This is the goal of the Allies, and towards it the headway, if slow, is certain. Wo have no reason to expect more than has been attained. Neither Franco nor England was prepared early in August—sv.-o on the rca—to maet the onrush of the world’s greatest military Power. A mighty host, splendidly organised, magnificently equipped, and adequately trained for the Satanic work its leaders had ordered it to carry through without pity or remorse, and composed of tho pick and flower of the armies of Germany, has within three months been almost wiped out of existence. The army that was to march in triumph through the streets of Paris early iu September has practically ceased to be. That which is now fighting desperately and tenaciously for dear life in tho north-west corner of Belgium is not tho army that was to make of •* my enemies ” a footstool for the Kaiser. A2l that is left of it are broken and disheartened remnants, which, blended with the innumerable reserves from a no longer boastful but chastened Fatherland, are fighting not a forward, aggressive offensive, but a series of r.vcr-backward, demoralising, and sanguinary retiring actions. Such was not the German programme. Paris, not Antwerp nor Calais, was the goal, and Paris is as yet unpolluted by the foot of a single member of the invading host. In this knowledge, and in the assurance it affords that from out tho murk and horror of its present eclipse our civilisation will emerge triumphant, wo may well continue steadfast in' the ability of tho xVllies to “ see this thing through.”
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