In a way, it tickles the ear without convincing the sense.
There is nothing sentimental about the actualities of Government, much as public men seek to profit by arousing the passions of the people.
Government is a hard and fast and dry reality.

At best statesmanship can only half do the things it would.

Its aims are most assured when tending a little landward; its footing safest on its native heath.

We have plenty to do on our own continent without seeking to right things on other continents.

Too many of us--the President among the rest, I fear--miscalculate the distance between contingency and desire.
"'We figure to ourselves The thing we like: and then we build it up: As chance will have it on the rock or sand-- When thought grows tired of wandering o'er the world, And homebound Fancy runs her bark ashore.'" I am sorry to see the New York World fly off at a tangent about this latest of the Wilsonian hobbies.