mondaines-and a jury is found to declare that she did not commit the act to which she openly confesses! "England has spent about nine centuries in hating and despising France, in crying out on her for atheism and immorality and all the rest of it; Edward VII, one night upon Montmartre, swears the French are jolly good sportsh, bigod, and lo! the Angel of the Entente Cordiale, Mimi Tete-Beche is Sainte-Genevieve, and Jésusla-Caille becomes the Saviour of Protestant England. "Is it a nation in which abortion has become a national danger that will freely give her sons to the Republic? "If so, only because the French people is not corrupted, even by their politicians. "I love the French-I will not yield precedence to Edward VII, though I prefer Montparnasse to Montmartre, and pay for my own dinner at Lapérouse's where he accepted £20,000 to dine at the Café Anglais—and I want to see them victorious and prosperous. But I shall not mistake France for Sparta." As to the Slavs we find a similar contrast between former British views concerning Russia and those of to-day. "As to Russia, we have had nothing but whole-hearted abuse since 1850. Even their ridiculous fear of having their children stolen by Jews for the purposes of ritual murder-as they most fixedly believe has been represented as religious bigotry, when it is at the worst but peasant ignorance like the belief in witchcraft. "We have received and fêted the would-be assassins of their Czar; we have imagined Red Sunday in St. Petersburg, and fulminated against pogroms, and preached against vodka and brutal Cossacks till any one who has ever been to Russia wants to go away quietly and die; and the next thing is that we hold up our railways and smuggle 150,000 of the brutal Cossacks aforesaid to fling them on the flank of the German armies in Normandy and Picardy. Well, no! it was only a Secret Service lie. But how dearly we all wished it true! "Have we not wept and yelled over Poland? And has not the Czar promised autonomy to Poland once and again, and tricked? "My own view of Russia is that it is the freest country in the world; but it is a little sudden for our Nonconformists who have denounced her as a tyrant for the last sixty years, to hail her thus incontinently as the champion of European liberty." Mr. Crowley has but little to say on Servia and Montenegro: "It is disgusting to have to foul clean paper with the name of Servia. "These swineherds who murdered and mutilated their own king and queen; whose manners make their own pigs gentlefolk; these assassins who officially plot and execute the dastard murder of the Crown Prince of a nation with whom they are at peace; these ruffians so foul that even cynical England hesitates to send a minister to their court of murderers-these be thy gods to-day, O England! "Heroic little Servia!" "I have not a word to say against the Montenegrins. They are decent honest cutthroats." "And now we come to the treacherous monkeys of Japan, the thieves and pirates of the East. Who makes the shoddy imitations of European and American machinery, forges the names of famous firms, sticks at no meanness to steal trade? Who, under cover of alliance with England, fostered in China a boycott of all English goods? "Only yesterday Japan was at the throat of Russia-or at least trod heavily on one big toe. To-day in Tokyo they sing the Russian national anthem, and cheer the ambassador whenever he appears. "Why not? of course. It is natural, it is human; it is all in order. But it is fickleness and treachery; it is hypocrisy and humbug. Diplomacy is of necessity all this; but at least let us mitigate. the crime by confession! “Human nature is never so bad when it is not shackled by the morality of emasculate idealists. "Does any person who knows the Far East believe even in an opium dream that Japan had any quarrel with Germany, or any care for her alliance with England? Kiao-Chau was an easy enough prey; well, then, snatch it, and chance the wrath of schoolmarmed. America and the egregious Wilson. But for God's sake, and by the navel of Daibutsu, and the twelve banners of the twelve sects of Buddha, let us spew out the twaddle about honor, and justice, and oppressed China, and the sanctity of alliance!" Now the English have their turn: "And England! England the Home of Liberty, the Refuge of the Oppressed, the Star of Hope of the Little Nations. I suppose that any other nation about whom they sang ""They're hanging men and women too For wearing of the green' would suppress the song by yet more hanging. The English are cynical enough to sing it themselves. "The English are ever on the lookout for atrocities. Bulgarian atrocities, Armenian atrocities, Tripolitan atrocities, Congo atrocities, and now German atrocities. One notices that the atrocity of the atrocitators varies with their political objectionability. "The parable of the mote and the beam was made for England, surely. "German atheism! from the compatriots of Shelley, Thomson, Bradlaugh, Morley, and John Burns. "German sensuality! from the fellow-citizens of Swinburne, Rossetti, Keats, and a dozen others. "German blasphemy! when the Kaiser invokes the God of Battles. As if the success of British arms were not prayed for daily in the churches, the name of God invoked in the addresses to the soldiers, and the very motto of England, Dieu et mon droit! It is true the Kaiser was first to make so emphatic an insistence that God was his ally; it seems that England has the old literary grievance against those qui ante nos nostra dixerunt! "Indeed saevitia! "German militarism! A strange rebuke from a nation whose saner citizens at this hour are cursing themselves that they did not have conscription twenty years ago, from a nation which has by a sham Insurance Act riveted heavier fetters on their slave-class than were ever ball and chain. "And it is England that can produce a firm of piano manufacturers to start a boycott of German pianos-their own pianos being all German but the cases!-and a boycott of German music. And it is England that can show a composer who writes to the papers that he will now "try harder than he ever tried before" to beat Bach and Beethoven and Brahms and Strauss and Wagner! In the meantime he will refrain from the wicked and unpatriotic luxury of Vienna steak! And since Kant thought two and two made four, for all true Englishmen they must make five in future. "Have Englishmen forgotten their own Royal family? "The very dogs in England's court "Edward VII spoke English with an accent; and at the first hour of war with Germany we found the first Lord of the Admiralty a German prince! "Until this year England has never been at war with Germany in the course of history since the Conquest. Our very speech, half English, betrayeth us. "All this is finished. The German is a Hun, and a Vandal, and a monster, and a woman-torturer, and a child-murderer, and runs away in his millions at the sight of a territorial from Hoxon. And the Britsh army has won victory after victory against enormous odds, some sixtyfold, and some eightyfold, and some a hundred fold, and has retreated (for strategic purposes, luring the hosts of the Kaiser to their doom) nearly as fast as a frightened man can run, and exactly as fast as a victorious host can pursue them." The government of Great Britain have succeeded in their scheme. The war is on. Germany is fighting against odds; and though there is some danger that she may not submit, the British Cabinet have mixed the cards well and have succeeded admirably in their diplomatic job. Mr. Crowley concludes thus: "I write in English for those English who count, and this is the proper way to view the matter. Germany is a rich prize. We can capture German trade, German manufactures, German shipping, German colonies. We can exact an indemnity sufficient to cripple Germany for a dozen generations. We can split Germany into six kingdoms or republics, and weaken her beyond repair forever. We can double-cross Russia by insisting on the creation of a new Poland. We can destroy the German fleet, and economize on dreadnoughts. We can force our proletariat to accept conscription and stave off the social revolution. We can drown the Irish question in Lethe ; we can fight a general election on the war, and keep the present gang of politicians in office. "And, best of all! we can achieve all this in the name of Honor, and the Sanctity of Treaties, and the Cause of the Democracies, and we can ask the blessing of God upon our arms in the name of Liberty, and Civilization, and Prosperity, and Progress." A CHIPPEWA TOMAHAWK. AN INDIAN HEIRLOOM WITH A HISTORY. BY W. THORNTON PARKER. THE HE Indian who bestows a gift expects an equivalent of equal or greater value but nothing else. At the ceremony of the wardance there is usually an opportunity to witness very clearly what is meant by the term "Indian Gift." Indian exchange would be a better term! In the gift-dance one of the dancers leads off by placing at the feet of some warrior among those sitting on the ground in the oval of the great war-dance, a little stick, and informs him that this act represents the gift of a pony which he will receive on the morrow. Now the value of the pony may equal a large beaded tobaccopouch, a handsomely beaded otter-skin or something else of value to the Indian. In a little while the man at whose feet the single stick has been laid begins his dance, and places at the feet of him who has been his donor two little sticks signifying that he will give for them an otter-skin, tobacco-pouch or something else. An Indian gift is therefore one which can never be refused. One day a visitor called at the Bishop Whipple Hospital to see the Mus-Kee-Kee-Win-Ni-Nee (Indian name for medicine man or doctor). He was a fine young sub-chief of the Chippewas, tall and straight as an arrow. He was indeed an interesting sight to behold. Above the deep vermilion-colored part of his raven-black hair the warrior's eagle-feather rose. He wore a pair of handsomely beaded deer-skin Chippewa moccasins, and deer-skin leggings, and about his body was wrapped a large snow-white blanket which he wore with chiefly pride. On his left arm rested a very handsome tomahawk with a heavy brass head and long wooden handle. For a short distance the handle was wound with otter-skin and was ornamented with many brass tacks. He walked like a man of powerful frame, |