The German Emperor

: The Coming Conquest Of England

The German Emperor was paying his annual visit to the moors at Springe.

But this year he had little time to spare for the noble sport which

usually brought him fresh vigour and recreation in the refreshing

solitude of the forest. The telegraph was busy without interruption,

and statesmen, diplomats, and high officers arrived daily at the

hunting-box, and held long conferences with the Emperor. The windows

of his study
ere lit up till late at night, and the early morning

generally found the monarch again at his writing-desk.



After a night half spent at work, to-day the yearning for a breath

of fresh air had taken the Emperor at early dawn into the silent

pine-woods.



A light hoar-frost had fallen during the night, covering the ground

with fine white crystals. The shadows of dawn still lingered between

the tree-trunks. But in the east a glowing light suffused the pale,

greyish-blue sky.



The Emperor directed his gaze in that direction. He halted under a tall,

ancient fir-tree, and his lips moved in silent prayer. He asked for

counsel and strength from Him who decides the fate of nations, to

enable him to arrive at his weighty and difficult decision at this grave

crisis. Suddenly, the sound of human voices struck his ear. He perceived

two men, evidently unaware of his presence, coming towards him hard

by, on the small huntsman's track in the wood, engaged in lively

conversation. The Emperor's keen huntsman's eye recognised in one of

the two tall gentlemen his Master of Horse, Count Wedel. The other was a

stranger to him.



It was the stranger who now said--



"It is a great pleasure to me, at last, to be able to talk to you

face to face. I have deeply mourned the rift in our old friendship and

fellowship. On my side, the irritation is long since past. I did not

wish to enter the Prussian service at that time, because I could not

bear the thought of our old, brave Hanoverian army having ceased to

exist, and I was angry with you, my dear Ernest, because you, an old

Hanoverian Garde du Corps officer, appeared to have forgotten the honour

due to your narrower Fatherland. But the generous resolution of the

Emperor to revive Hanoverian traditions, to open a new home to our old

corps of officers, and to inscribe our glorious emblems upon the flags

and standards of these new regiments, has made everything right. I hope

the time is not far distant when also those Hanoverians, who still hold

aloof in anger, will allow that a war lord of such noble disposition is

the chosen shepherd and leader of the universal Fatherland."



"Well, I have never misjudged you and your iron will. Meanwhile, you

have thoroughly made acquaintance with the world, and since you are a

merchant prince of Hamburg, I suppose you are the possessor of a large

fortune."



"My life has been both interesting and successful, but I have not got

what is best after all. I long for a sphere of activity in keeping with

my disposition. I am a soldier, as my forbears have been for centuries

before me. Had I entered the Prussian army in 1866, I might to-day be

in command, and might perhaps in a short time have the honour to lead my

corps into the field under the eyes of our Emperor himself."



"You believe Germany will be brought into this war? Against whom should

we fight?"



"If our Emperor is really the sharp-sighted and energetic spirit for

which I take him--"



The monarch did not care to let the gentlemen talk on longer in

ignorance of his presence.



"Hallo! gentlemen!" he called out merrily. "Do not betray your secrets

without knowing who is listening!"



"His Majesty!" the Count said under his breath, taking off his hat

and bowing low. His companion followed his example, and as the Emperor

looked at him with a questioning glance, said--



"At your Majesty's command; Grubenhagen, of Hamburg."



The monarch's eyes travelled over the tall, broad-shouldered figure of

the fine man, and he asked smilingly--



"You have been in the service?"



"Yes, your Majesty--as lieutenant in the Royal Hanoverian Garde du

Corps."



"There were then commoners as officers in that regiment."



"May it please your Majesty, my name is Baron von Grubenhagen, but the

'Baron' was in the way of the merchant."



The open and manly bearing of the Baron, combined with the deference due

to his sovereign, appeared to please the Emperor. He gazed long into the

clear-cut, energetic face, with its bold and intelligent eyes.



"You have seen much of the world?"



"Your Majesty, I was in America, and for many years in England, before

entering business."



"A good merchant often sees more than a diplomatist, for his view is

unbiassed, and freer. I love your Hamburg; it is a loyal city, full of

intelligence and enterprise."



"The Alster people would reckon themselves happy to hear your Majesty

say so."



"Do not the Hamburgers suffer great losses from the war?"



"Many people in Hamburg think as I do, your Majesty."



"And what is your opinion?"



"That, under the glorious reign of your Majesty, all Germans on the

Continent will be united to one whole grand nation, to which

all Germanic races of the north will be attracted by the law of

gravitation--Danes, Swedes, and Norwegians."



"You have the courage of your opinions."



"Your Majesty, we live in an age, the characteristic of which is the

formation of great empires."



The monarch interrupted him with a friendly movement of his hand.



"Let us go in to breakfast, gentlemen. Baron von Grubenhagen, you are my

guest. I shall be interested to hear more of your bold ideas."





Immediately after his return to the hunting-box, the Imperial

Chancellor, who had arrived from Berlin by a night train, had been

announced to the Emperor. With the monarch's suite he also was present

at the breakfast-table, probably not a little surprised to find a

strange guest in the company of the Emperor, who was evidently very

kindly disposed to him.



After breakfast, when the company were seated around the table in the

smoke-room, and when, upon a sign from the Emperor, the aide-de-camp du

jour had ordered the servants to withdraw, the Emperor William turned

with a grave face to Baron von Grubenhagen.



"And now let us hear, openly and without reserve, how, according to your

observation, the German nation regards the possibility of a war."



The Baron raised his fine, characteristic head. Looking openly and

naturally into the Emperor's eyes, he replied--



"Your Majesty, no one is in doubt that it would, on the one hand, be a

fatal step to declare war. By it many thousands will be sent to an early

grave, lands devastated, and commerce perhaps ruined for many long years

to come; and countless tears are the inevitable concomitants of war. But

there is a supreme law, to which all others must yield--the commandment

to preserve honour unsullied. A nation has its honour, like the

individual. Where this honour is at stake, it must not shrink from war.

For the conservation of all other of this world's goods is dependent

upon the conservation of the national honour; where peace has to be

preserved at any price, even at the price of national honour, all the

benefits and blessings of peace will by degrees be lost, and the nation

falls a prey to its neighbours. Iron is more precious than gold, for it

is to iron we owe all our possessions. What use would be our army

and navy? They are the outward sign of the political truth, that only

courage and power are guarantees for the continuance and prosperity of

a nation. Russia and France have joined hands to fight England. And the

German nation feels it is time to take its share in these struggles. But

nowhere is there any uncertainty as to which side Germany ought to

join. Our nation has for a long time past been exasperated by English

intrigues and encroachments. The human heart knows no other feeling so

profound and powerful as the sense of justice, and the sense of justice

has constantly been wounded by England's policy. Only one word from the

Emperor is needed to strike the deepest chords in the German soul,

and to raise a flame of enthusiasm that will swallow up all internal

dissension and all party quarrels. We must not ask what might possibly

happen; we must obey the dictates of the hour. If Germany fights with

the whole of her strength, she must be victorious. And victory is always

its own justification."



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