On his way home Constantin Dumba spoke his placid mind about the peculiar polity of the United States. "We do as we please over there," said the banished envoy to an American friend and fellow-passenger. And he pointed his cigar at the towers and cañons of Manhattan, fast fading in late autumn mist. "Wilson is helpless," the Macedonian pursued in his fateful way. "The English of his Notes is impeccable stuff, but there's nothing 'back of it,' as you Yankees say. So each remonstrance grows weaker, till the world laughs at the United States."

And so saying the ex-Ambassador of the Dual Monarchy launched an able dissertation upon America's continental immensity, her self-centered and often polyglot States; the multitude and looseness of her laws and peoples, the danger of dollar standards and the sure failure of them in the great "Day" which the speaker saw ahead for the United States. Here Dr. Dumba laughed, as Bernstorff laughed; as Von Papen laughed in his letters, and Prince Hatzfeldt-the whole nonmoral hierarchy of "Mitteleuropa" in the Land of Liberty, where every man did as he pleased.

Now, Teuton laughter is a fact-a symptom of the purblind psyche which confers the Iron Cross on the Oberstabsarzt of Wittenberg Camp, and the Order "Pour le Mérite" upon Commander Breithaupt, of the L 15, after the usual blind aerial raid, with its piteous toll of victims-"mostly women and children." Let me say here that no European nation can play upon or handle America for its own ends as Germany can, thanks to a perfect knowledge of the great "melting-pot" and its reckless bubbling. To the rest of the world the American scene is matter for wonder. A clear twelve

month after the Lusitania crime Dr. Wilson's attachés were reporting upon the fragments of a German torpedo found in the cross-Channel steamer Sussex. And the President himself read scathing words from his old friend and colleague at Princeton, Professor J. M. Baldwin, the psychologist, who with his family was long a White House intimate.

"We are incredibly disgraced," averred this spokesman of America's élite. "The name of our country today is a synonym for cowardice, commercialism, and hypocrisy. . . . It has been sought to save appearances by minor verbal severities and the timid punishment of attachés, whilst the principal-Count Bernstorff himself-has remained to direct a warfare of bribery, treachery, and open insult."

There is here a familiar ring, one of frequent recurrence since those far-off days when the first Lusitania Note was launched upon Berlin. It is the voice of responsible journals like the Tribune the Sun, and the Times. It is the voice of intellectuals like Charles W. Eliot of Harvard, Murray Butler of Columbia, and Trumbull Ladd of Yale. It is the voice of Theodore Roosevelt, who echoes Lincoln-"Stand with anybody who stands right." It is also the voice of Elihu Root, a real statesman and the ablest Foreign Minister America ever had. Mr. Root was put forward as candidate for the Presidency by seventy-five Republicans of national fame. He never had a chance because, like his rival, Roosevelt, the ex-Senator advocates military preparedness-a policy which has always had short shrift from heedless America in the mass, whose patriotism is of the "State" rather than the national kind.

Senator Root blames the President for the Mexican chaos so long at 'Amer