Note.—­Not only “A Diary” and “Imaginary Conversations,” but every paper in the present collection, with the exception of “The Wisdom,” “The Potentate,” and “A Passing in June,” were written in France in 1916, and many of them actually in the trenches.  The rough sketch for “A Passing in June” was written in France in 1915, but was completed when the author was in hospital at home.

“The Potentate” was written for the original volume of A Student in Arms, but was not published on account of its likeness in subject to Barrie’s play, Der Tag, which, however, Donald had not seen or even heard of when he wrote his own.

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THE POTENTATE[1]

    SCENE. A tent (interior).  The POTENTATE is sitting at a
    table listening to his COURT CHAPLAIN.

[Footnote 1:  It is necessary to state that The Potentate was written before Sir James Barrie’s play Der Tag appeared.]

COURT CHAPLAIN (concluding his remarks).  Where can we look for the Kingdom of God, Sire, if not among the German people?  Consider your foes.  The English are Pharisees, hypocrites.  Woe to them, saith the Lord.  The French are atheists.  The Belgians are ignorant and priest-ridden.  The Russians are sunk in mediaeval superstition.  As for the Italians, half are atheists and the other half idolators.  Only in Germany do you find a reasonable and progressive faith, devoid of superstition, abreast of scientific thought, and of the highest ethical value.  Germany then, Sire, is the Kingdom of God on earth.  The Germans are the chosen people, the heirs of the promise, and let their enemies be scattered!

(The POTENTATE rises, leans forward with his hands on the table, and an expression of extreme gratification, while the CHAPLAIN stands with a smug and respectful smile on his white face.)

POTENTATE.  You are right, my dear Clericus, abundantly right.  Very well put indeed!  Yes, Germany is the Kingdom of God, and I (drawing himself up to his full height)—­I am Germany!  The strength of the Lord is in my right arm, and He teaches it terrible things for the unbeliever and the hypocrite.  With God I conquer!  Good-night, my dear Clericus, good-night.

    (CLERICUS departs with a low bow, and the POTENTATE sinks
    into his chair with a gesture of fatigue.  Enter a GENERAL of
    the Headquarters Staff with telegrams.)

POTENTATE (brightening).  Ha, my dear General, you have news?

GENERAL.  Excellent news, Sire!  On the Eastern front the Russians continue to give way.  In the West a French attack has been repulsed with heavy loss, and our gallant Prussians have driven the British out of half a mile of trenches.

    (At this last bit of news the POTENTATE springs to his feet
    with a look of joy.)