A small thing, you might say, however fantastical.  And yet I believe the absurdity of that barber to be among the great evils that have brought death nearer to man; whimsical and farcical as it was, yet a thing deadlier than Helen’s beauty or Tamerlane’s love of skulls.  For just as character is outwardly shown so outward things react upon the character; and who, with that daring barber’s ludicrous fancy visible always on his face, could quite go the sober way of beneficent monarchs?  The fantasy must be mitigated here, set off there; had you such a figure to dress, say for amateur theatricals, you would realize the difficulty.  The heavy silver eagle to balance it; the glittering cuirass lower down, preventing the eye from dwelling too long on the barber’s absurdity.  And then the pose to go with the cuirass and to carry off the wild conceit of that mad, mad barber.  He has much to answer for, that eccentric man whose name so few remember.  For pose led to actions; and just when Europe most needed a man of wise counsels, restraining the passions of great empires, just then she had ruling over Germany and, unhappily, dominating Austria, a man who every year grew more akin to the folly of that silly barber’s youthful inspiration.

Let us forgive the barber.  For long I have known from pictures that I have seen of the Kaiser that he has gone to the trenches.  Probably he is dead.  Let us forgive the barber.  But let us bear in mind that the futile fancies of youth may be deadly things, and that one of them falling on a fickle mind may so stir its shallows as to urge it to disturb and set in motion the avalanches of illimitable grief.

Lost

Describing a visit, say the papers of March 28th, which the Kaiser paid incognito to Cologne Cathedral on March 18th before the great battle, the Cologne correspondent of the Tyd says: 

There were only a few persons in the building.  Under high arches and in spacious solitude the Kaiser sat, as if in deep thought, before the priests’ choir.  Behind him his military staff stood respectfully at a distance.  Still musing as he rose, the monarch resting both hands on his walking-stick remains standing immovable for some minutes...  I shall never forget this picture of the musing monarch praying in Cologne Cathedral on the eve of the great battle.

Probably he won’t forget it.  The German casualty lists will help to remind him.  But what is more to the point is that this expert propagandist has presumably received orders that we are not to forget it, and that the sinister originator of the then impending holocaust should be toned down a little in the eyes at least of the Tyd to something a little more amiable.

And no doubt the little piece of propaganda gave every satisfaction to those who ordered it, or they would not have passed it out to the Tyd, and the touching little scene would never have reached our eyes.  At the same time the little tale would have been better suited to the psychology of other countries if he had made the War Lord kneel when he prayed in Cologne Cathedral, and if he had represented the Military Staff as standing out of respect to One who, outside Germany, is held in greater respect than the All Highest.