"And all are bred to do your will
By land and sea—wherever flies
The Flag, to fight and follow still
And work your Empire's destinies."

—Kipling.

"Empire is to me a lovely euphonious name which cannot be entirely displaced."

—Dr. Mazengarb.

Only a few months back we read, supposedly with a feeling of patriotic ectasy, of the glorious military operation in Oman—how wonderfully successful were the R.A.F. in destroying mud forts! How the poverty stricken villagers must have run like mad dogs before the rockets and cannons of the British jets! All the old imperialists—Palmerston, Disraeli, Kitchener, Rhodes, Kipling—must have turned over in their graves with sheer excitement.