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feelings ? I will give them their proper name: I speak of the educated Philistines." By the educated Philistines I mean the professor, the pedant buried beneath documents, the university graduate who imagines that a diploma suffices to give that fineness of mind, that art of the mind, that restlessness and curiosity of mind which is the finest flower of culture. The educated Philistine was the great enemy of Nietzsche for he was the great enemy of that civilization of the Mediterranean lands, free, joyous, and aristocratic, which he dreamed of giving to his nation. In fact the educated Philistine is the master of modern Germany and modem Germany rejoices in it, or at least seems to rejoice. When we come to look closer, however, we begin to see clearly all the sacrifice entailed in the submission of the elite of German thought to the imperialist university student. While Prince Clovis of Hohen- lohe was writing spiteful remarks on his cuffs attack- ing the new Germany with the delicate and cruel irony of the idealist and princely old-world Germany, what sighs and what regrets were being uttered by tho :.e artists and philosophers who retained among their great memories of Goethe his idea of culture. It is cruel, after having once caught a 0 fwynlan wylan welw, Ai'r mor biau'th gymar marw ? Nid hoew, 'nglain, wyt ti. Ai dychwel i'w hen borthladd, O angladd bun dy fron, Mae'r gwylain prudd, diorffwys, Yng ngherbyd dwys y don ? Bid groew'th abad gri glimpse of the glorious restlessness of the European spirit, to resign oneself to be only a good disciplined German, self-confident, arrogant and certain of all things. But they did resign themselves. The example of Prince Clovis is characteristic. If he was too much of an cld German, too much of a prince, not to feel how great was the sacrifice to which the Prussian achievements were dragging Germanic culture and ideals, he was too good a German not to stifle in the depths of his soul all that might harm the effort which had made his people, once so weak and disorganized, one of the strongest in Europe and the world. Such has been the attitude of the elite in Germany for forty-three years. To the aggrandisement of the race they sacrifice their deepest instincts, the tastes of intellectual aristocracy and all that immense effort which they have made with Goethe and since Goethe to attain to real culture. They are merely the staff of an army of disciplined barbarians. They know it, they accept it and suffer by it. While we detest with all our might the spirit of clumsy heaviness which this army of barbarians is carrying into this Europe of ours, we cannot help admiring a sacrifice which throughout all history finds no parallel. FY NGWYLAN Mi'th welais ddoe yn llawen, Ar adain glaerwen, gu Ai galar am dy gymar Ddynoda'r bluen ddu ? Fy mwynlan wylan welw, laith groew im'yw'th gri- Mor unig heb Meiriona, Ar for a thir wyf fi. G. W. Francis.