CHAPTER II

LORD CARNOCK

_"Usually the greatest boasters are the smallest workers. The deep

rivers pay a larger tribute to the sea than shallow brooks, and yet

empty themselves with less noise."_--SECKER.

One evening in London I mentioned to a man well versed in foreign

affairs that I was that night meeting Lord Carnock at dinner. "Ah!" he

exclaimed, "the man who made the war."

I mentioned this remark to Lord Carnock. He smiled and made answer,

"What charming nonsense!" I asked him what he thought was in my friend's

mind. "Oh, I see what he meant," was the answer; "but it is a wild mind

that would say any one man made the war." Later, after some remarks

which I do not feel myself at liberty to repeat, he said: "Fifty years

hence I think a historian will find it far more difficult than we do now

to decide who made the war."

If Lord Carnock were to write his memoirs, not only would that volume

help the historian to follow the immediate causes of the war to one

intelligible origin, but it would also afford the people of England an

opportunity of seeing the conspicuous difference between a statesman of

the old school and a politician of these latter days.

When I think of this most amiable and cultivated person, and compare his

way of looking at the evolution of human life with Mr. Lloyd George's

way of reading the political heavens, a sentence in Bagehot's essay on

Charles Dickens comes into my mind: "There is nothing less like the

great lawyer, acquainted with broad principles and applying them with

distinct deduction, than the attorney's clerk who catches at small

points like a dog biting at flies."

No one could be less like the popular politician of our very noisy days

than this slight and gentle person whose refinement of mind reveals

itself in a face almost ascetic, whose intelligence is of a wide,

comprehensive, and reflecting order, and whose manner is certainly the

last thing in the world that would recommend itself to the mind of an

advertising agent. But there is no living politician who watched so

intelligently the long beginnings of the war or knew so certainly in the

days of tension that war had come, as this modest and gracious gentleman

whose devotion to principle and whose quiet faith in the power of simple

honour had outwitted the chaotic policy and the makeshift diplomacy of

the German long before the autumn of 1914.

This may be said without revealing any State secret or breaking any

private confidence:

As Sir Arthur Nicolson, our Ambassador at St. Petersburg, Lord Carnock

won for England, as no other man had done before him, the love of

Russia. The rulers of Russia trusted him. He was their friend in a

darkness which had begun to alarm them, a darkness which made them

conscious of their country's weakness, and which brought to their ears

again and again the rumbles of approaching storm. Lord Carnock,

sincerely loving these people, received their confidence as one friend

receives the confidence of another. His advice was honourable advice. He

counselled these friends to set their house in order and to stand firm

in the conviction of their strength. Their finances were a chaos, their

army was disorganized; let them begin in those quarters; let them bring

order into their finances and let them reorganize their army.

While he was at St. Petersburg, after a wide experience in other

countries, he twice saw Russia humiliated by Germany. Twice he witnessed

the agony of his Russian friends in having to bow before the threats of

Prussia. Remember that the rulers of Russia in those days were the most

charming and cultivated people in the world, whereas the Prussian as a

diplomatist was the same Prussian whom, even as an ally of ours in 1815,

Croker found "very insolent, and hardly less offensive to the English

than to the French."[1] The Russians felt those humiliations as a

gentleman would feel the bullying of an upstart.

Lord Carnock was at the Foreign Office in July, 1914. He alone knew that

Russia would fight. For the rest of mankind, certainly for the German

Kaiser, it was to be another bloodless humiliation of the Russian Bear.

Admiral von Tirpitz wanted war: Bethmann-Hollweg did not. The great

majority of the German people, in whom a genuine fear of Russia had

increased under the astute propaganda of the War Party, hoped that the

sword had only to be flashed in Russia's face for that vast barbarian to

cower once again. Few statesmen in Europe thought otherwise. Sir Edward

Grey, I have good reason to think, did not consider that Russia would

fight. He erred with that great number of educated Germans who thought

the sword had only to be rattled a little more loudly in the scabbard

for Russia to weaken, and for Germany to gain, without cost, the supreme

object of her policy--_an increasing ascendancy in the Balkans_. But

this time Russia was ready, and this time Lord Carnock knew Russia would

fight. I am not sure that Lord Carnock was not the only statesman in

Europe who possessed this knowledge--the knowledge on which everything

hung.

It is easy for thoughtless people, either in their hatred or love of

Bolshevism, to forget that the old Russia saved France from destruction

and made a greater sacrifice of her noblest life than any other nation

in the great struggle. The first Russian armies, composed of the very

flower of her manhood, fought with a matchless heroism, and, so

fighting, delivered France from an instant defeat.

Lord Carnock may justly be said to have prepared Russia for this

ordeal--for a true friend helps as well as gives good advice. But it

would be a total misjudgment of his character which saw in this great

work a clever stroke of diplomatic skill.

Lord Carnock was inspired by a moral principle. He saw that Russia was

tempting the worst passions of Germany by her weakness. He felt this

weakness to be unworthy of a country whose intellectual achievements

were so great as Russia's. He had no enmity at all against the Germans.

He saw their difficulties, but regretted the spirit in which they were

attempting to deal with those difficulties--a spirit hateful to a nature

so gentle and a mind so honourable.

He had studied for many years the Balkan problem. He knew that as

Austria weakened, Germany would more and more feel the menace of Russia.

He saw, over and over again, the diplomacy of the Germans thrusting

Austria forward to a paramount position in the Balkans, and with his own

eyes he saw the Germans in Bulgaria and Turkey fastening their hold upon

those important countries. If Russia weakened, Germany would be master

of the world. A strong Russia might alarm Germany and precipitate a

conflict, but it was the world's chief fortress against Prussian

domination.

For the sake of Russia he worked for Russia, loving her people and yet

seeing the dangers of the Russian character; hoping that a

self-respecting Russia might save mankind from the horrors of war and,

if war came, the worse horrors of a German world-conquest. This work of

his, which helped so materially to save the world, was done with clean

hands. It was never the work of a war-monger. No foreigner ever

exercised so great an influence in Russia, and this influence had its

power in his moral nature. I had this from M. Sazonoff himself.

Such a man as Lord Carnock could not make any headway in English

political life. It is worth our while to reflect that the intelligence

of such men is lost to us in our home government. They have no taste for

the platform, the very spirit of the political game is repellent to

them, and they recoil from the self-assertion which appears to be

necessary to political advancement in the House of Commons. No doubt the

intelligence of men like Mr. J.H. Thomas or Mr. William Brace, certainly

of Mr. Clynes, is sufficient for the crudest of our home needs,

sufficient for the daily bread of our political life; but who can doubt

that English politics would be lifted into a higher and altogether purer

region if men like Lord Carnock were at the head of things, to provide

for the spirit of man as well as for his stomach?

More and more, I think, gentlemen will stand aloof from politics--I

mean, gentlemen who have received in their blood and in their training

those notions of graciousness, sweetness, and nobleness which flow from

centuries of piety and learning. Only here and there will such a man

accept the odious conditions of our public life, inspired by a sense of

duty, and prepared to endure the intolerable ugliness and dishonesty of

politics for the sake of a cause which moves him with all the force of a

great affection. But on the whole it is probable that the political

fortunes of this great and beautiful country are committed for many

years to hands which are not merely over-rough for so precious a charge,

but not near clean enough for the sacredness of the English cause.

Only by indirect action, only by a much more faithful energy on the part

of Aristocracy and the Church, and a far nobler realization of its

responsibilities by the Press, can the ancient spirit of England make

itself felt in the sordid lists of Westminster. Till then he who crows

loudest will rule the roost.

FOOTNOTE:

[1] Croker writes from Paris of a visit to St. Cloud, where he found

Blücher and his staff in possession: "The great hall was a common

guard-house, in which the Prussians were drinking, spitting, smoking,

and sleeping in all directions." Denon complained greatly of the

Prussians and said he was "malheureux to have to do with a bête féroce,

un animal indécrottable, le Prince Blücher."

LORD FISHER

BARON FISHER, ADMIRAL OF THE FLEET (JOHN ARBUTHNOT FISHER)

Born, 1841; entered Navy, 1854; took part in 1860 in the Capture of

Canton and the Peiho Forts; Crimean War, 1855; China War, 1859-60;

Egyptian War and Bombardment of Alexandria, 1882; Lord of the

Admiralty, 1892-97; Commander-in-Chief, North American Station,

1897-99; Mediterranean Station, 1899-02; Commander-in-Chief,

1903-1904; 1st Sea Lord, 1904-10; 1914-15; died, 1920.

[Illustration: BARON FISHER]

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