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The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 79

Foreword

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Foreword.

"And Moses said onto the children of Gad and to the children of Reuben : Shall your brethren go to the war, and shall ye sit here.'"—Numbers xxxii., 6.

"Now for our consciences, the arms are fair,

When the intent for bearing them is Just."

—Shakespeare [Henry IV., Act 5, Sc. 2].

"The blood of man should never be shed but to redeem the blood of man. It is well shed for our family, for our friends, for our God, for our country, for our kind. The rest is vanity; the rest is crime."—Burke [Letters on a Regicide Peace; Letter I.]

"A nation is not worthy to be saved if, in the hour of its fate, it will not gather up all its jewels of manhood and life, and go down into the conflict, however bloody and doubtful, resolved on measureless ruin or complete success."—Garfield [Speech, House of Representatives, 1364].

"My voice is still for war.
God !. Can a Roman Senate long debate
Which of the two to choose—slavery or death?"

—Addison [Cato, Act II., Sc. 1].

"Ay! down to the dust with them, slaves as they are!
From this hour let the blood in their dastardly veins,
That shrank at the first touch of Liberty's war,
Be wasted for tyrants, or stagnant in chains."

—Moore [On the Entry of the Austrians into Naples, 1821].

"Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood.
And teach them how (and when) to war,"

—Shakespeare [King Henry V., Art III., Sc. I).

"Put off the curse, of war, the shame of strife;
Make thou the hales, the miseries to cease;
But yet forget not that the flower of life
May wither in the windless glare of Peace."

—Sir Lewis Morris [Harvest-Tide : Whither?]

"In some good cause, not in my own,
To perish, wept for, honour'd known,
And like a warrior overthrown;

Whose eyes are dim with glorious tears,
When, soiled with dost, he hears
His Country's war-song thrill his ears."