ho saved America must pay for the privilege of saving her; and we
must do it while every opportunity of doing so is snatched from us. A
tariff that will exclude our goods has been established; the only way
left to pay is by acting as carriers on the seas! Now we are to be
driven from that service by nationally subsidised mercantile American
fleets! And yet we must pay! ... If anything could waken humanity to
the fact that the conversion of the people can alone save the world, it
would be this. Missionaries to convert the hearts of the American
voters is the world's supreme need.

VII

One of the most impressive sights in New York is the tomb of General
Grant. Its site overlooking the deep-gorged Hudson river is most
impressive. It is a square building of white granite without and white
marble within, surmounted by a cupola with Ionic columns. Above the
door, between two figures emblematic of peace and war, are inscribed
the words, 'Let us have peace.' These are the closing words of his
letter accepting the Presidency. Grant had a right to use the words,
for he was a great peace-maker. He made peace by conquering the forces
of disruption. He kept stubbornly at it. But when he won at last he
would not humiliate Lee by taking his sword from him; and when he was
told that Lee's men owned their own horses--'Let them keep them,' said
Grant; 'they will need them for the spring ploughing.' Nor would he
allow any salvos of victory. 'We are all citizens of the same
Republic,' said he; 'let us have peace.' To-day the whole world is one
Republic woven together by the mighty shuttles of steamships, airships,
and wireless. In that world there can be no hermit nation. In that
world, 'let us have peace.' In the Governor's garden at the base of
the slope that leads to the citadel, in Quebec, there is an obelisk
that stirs the heart. It is a monument to Wolfe and Montcalm. The one
died content that he had won a dominion greater than he knew for the
nation that he loved; the other, dying, comforted himself with the
thought that he did not live to see the surrender of Quebec. There,
these two heroic souls, near the scene of their heroism, share a common
monument. The inscription is the most beautiful I know:--

Mortem, Virtus, Communem,
Famam Historia
Monumentum Posteritas
Dedit.

'Valour gave them a common death; history a common fame; posterity a
common monument.' That obelisk visualis