aying that the gallant Admiral is "not a seaman."

And it is a fleet commanded by such Admirals as these that is to sweep
the German navy from the seas!

During the Crimean war the allied British and French navies
distinguished themselves by their signal failure to effect the
reduction of such minor fortresses as Sveaborg, Helsingfors, and
the fortified lighthouses upon the Gulf of Finland. Their respective
Admirals fired their severest broadsides into each other, and the
bombardment of the forts was silenced by the smart interchange of
nautical civilities between the two flagships. Napoleon III, who
sought an explanation of this failure of his fleet, was given a reply
that I cannot refrain from recommending to the British Admiralty
to-day. "Well, Sire," replied the French diplomatist, who knew the
circumstances, "both the Admirals were old women, but ours was at
least a lady." If British Admirals cannot put to sea without incurring
this risk, they might, at least, take the gunboat woman with them to
prescribe the courtesies of naval debate.

That England to-day loves America, no one who goes to the private
opinions of Englishmen, instead of to their public utterances, or the
interested eulogies of their press, can for a moment believe.

The old dislike is there, the old supercilious contempt for the
"Yankee" and all his ways. "God's Englishman" no more loves an
American citizen now than in 1846 when he seriously contemplated an
invasion of the United States, and the raising of the negro-slave
population against his "Anglo-Saxon kinsmen."

To-day, when we hear so much of the Anglo-Saxon Alliance it may be
well to revert to that page of history. For it will show us that if a
British premier to-day can speak as Mr. Asquith did on December 16th,
1912, in his reference to the late American Ambassador as "a great
American and a kinsman," one "sprung from a common race, speaking our
own language, sharing with us by birth as by inheritance not a few of
our most cherished traditions and participating when he comes here by
what I may describe as _his natural right in our domestic interests
and celebrations_," then this new-found kinship takes its birth not in
a sense of common race, indeed, but in a very common fear of Germany.

In the year 1846, the British army was engaged in robbing the Irish
people of their harvest in order that the work of the famine should
be complete and that the then too great population of Ireland