ingeniously brought by the Times
and the Saturday Review
, and by the London
penny-a-liners, all studiously working to destroy all English sympathy in the minds of that literary class in America
which should be, in case of need, most friendly to England
It is impossible to estimate how much this petty literary antagonism has done to furnish fuel for the so-called “jingo” side in a world where the gospel of turning the other cheek to the smiter is yet imperfectly established.
When we speak of England
as “isolated” among the nations of Europe
is it possible to forget how long the arrogance of the typical Englishman
has been isolating itself?
Surprise is felt that France
, amid the rumors of wars, should turn to Germany
, which so lately humiliated her, and should turn from England
, which was only an ancient foe. But to find the secrets of this hostility we must look from the publicists to the literary men, who will reveal it. It was the accomplished critic Jules Lemaitre
who wrote, a few years ago: “The Frenchman
who sets foot in London
feels himself weighed down by the contempt of the whole people.
All their journals dispel it (Ce mepris, tous leurs journaux le suent). How are we to love those who treat us thus?
To give so much of esteem and ”