Nothing could better disclose its lurking persistence than my virtually automatic exclamation, "No, indeed!" I knew something about England's friendly acts, about Venezuela, and Manila Bay, and Edmund Burke, and John Bright, and the Queen, and the Lancashire cotton spinners.

And more than this historic knowledge, I knew living English people, men and women, among whom I counted dear and even beloved friends.

I knew also, just as well as Admiral Mahan knew, and other Americans by the hundreds of thousands have known and know at this moment, that all the best we have and are--law, ethics, love of liberty--all of it came from England, grew in England first, ripened from the seed of which we are merely one great harvest, planted here by England.

And yet I instantly exclaimed, "No, indeed!" Well, having been inflicted with the anti-English complex myself, I understand it all the better in others, and am begging them to counteract it as I have done.

You will recollect that I said at the outset of these observations that, as I saw it, our prejudice was founded upon three causes fairly separate, although they often melted together.