So the six Ambassadors of the six Great European States came together and gravely discussed what should be done.

One of the ways of diplomacy is to act very slowly.  This gives time for things to come right again of themselves, and also time for the people to cool down, and not disturb the game by foolish outbursts of sentiment.

And another of the ways of diplomacy in this Eastern Question has been, with great show of indignation, to threaten the Sultan with destruction unless—­he promises certain reforms for the future.

This, of course, he is perfectly willing to do.  He solemnly pledges protection to the Christians, and punishment to their persecutors, without the slightest intention of carrying out the promised reforms.  Indeed, he knows that he could not do it even if he wanted to.  And the Powers know it too, just as well as they know they would not carry out their threat to destroy his rickety throne.

But all this talk gives time, and two or three more years are thus gained for the Sultan and for the Powers, too; and in the mean time the people are pacified, because they think something is being done toward wiping out the great iniquity in the East.

But as I said, the Ambassadors of the six Powers not long ago came together, and under instructions from their various governments talked over the Armenian atrocities.  Just as they were cautiously and solemnly preparing their decision, or ultimatum, as it is called (which was the old threat to the Sultan if the Christians were not protected), something unexpected happened.

It was not a part of the diplomatic game at all; and it was the act of an insignificant Kingdom, which had nothing whatever to say in the great European Concert.

The name of this insignificant Kingdom is the most splendid and renowned in the history of the world.

For two thousand years people in all other lands have been trying to do things as well as they did.  But no such pictures, no such statues, no such architecture as theirs has ever been produced.  No men have talked and thought as wisely upon great subjects.  No poets have excelled theirs in grandeur.  No women have been more perfect types of beauty and refinement; and no men more liberty-loving, grand, and heroic.

Now, do you know the name of this people?  They were the Ancient Greeks.  And the brave little Kingdom which has just upset all the calculations of the Great Powers is Modern Greece.

Since the days of her ancient splendor, poor Greece, shorn of all her glory, has been terribly humiliated.

First, the Romans broke her power; then the Venetians tore her from the Romans; and then, worse than all, she became a slave to the Turk.  For a Christian nation, that means all possible suffering.  And for five hundred years she was scourged and insulted by her Mohammedan master.

In the year 1820 the Greeks on the little peninsula resolved to be free, or to perish.