They appreciate that not only their own existence is threatened, but the future peace and welfare of the world require that the military party of Germany must be wiped out.  That is their burden, and with the heroic Belgians to inspire them, without a whimper or a whine of self-pity, they are bearing their burden.

Every one in England is making sacrifices great and small.  As long ago as the middle of September it was so cold along the Aisne that I have seen the French, sooner than move away from the open fires they had made, risk the falling shells.  Since then it has grown much colder, and Kitchener issued an invitation to the English people to send in what blankets they could spare for the army in the field and in reserve.  The idea was to dye the blankets khaki and then turn them over to the supply department.  In one week, so eagerly did the people respond to this appeal, Kitchener had to publish a card stating that no more blankets were needed.  He had received over half a million.

The reply to Kitchener’s appeal for recruits was as prompt and generous.  The men came so rapidly that the standard for enlistment was raised.  That is, I believe, in the history of warfare without precedent.  Nations often have lowered their requirements for enlistment, but after war was once well under way to make recruiting more difficult is new.  The sacrifices are made by every class.

There is no business enterprise of any sort that has not shown itself unselfish.  This is true of the greengrocery, the bank, the department store, the Cotton Exchange.  Each of these has sent employees to the front, and while they are away is paying their wages and, on the chance of their return, holding their places open.  Men who are not accepted as recruits are enrolled as special constables.  They are those who could not, without facing ruin, neglect their business.  They have signed on as policemen, and each night for four hours patrol the posts of the regular bobbies who have gone to the front.

The ingenuity shown in finding ways in which to help the army is equalled only by the enthusiasm with which these suggestions are met.  Just before his death at the front, Lord Roberts called upon all racing-men, yachtsmen, and big-game shots to send him, for the use of the officers in the field, their field-glasses.  The response was amazingly generous.

Other people gave their pens.  The men whose names are best known to you in British literature are at the service of the government and at this moment are writing exclusively for the Foreign Office.  They are engaged in answering the special pleading of the Germans and in writing monographs, appeals for recruits, explanations of why England is at war.  They do not sign what they write.  They are, of course, not paid for what they write.  They have their reward in knowing that to direct public opinion fairly will be as effective in bringing this war to a close as is sticking bayonets into Uhlans.