No one can save them from their fate.

Not even the apostles of humanity across the great ocean, who are now commencing to protect the smaller nations by a blockade of our neutral neighbours through prohibition of exports, and seeking thus to drive them, under the lash of starvation, into entering into the war against us.
"Our enemies are feeling the grip of the fist that holds them by the neck.

They are trying to force a decision.

England, mistress of the seas, is seeking to attain its end by land, and driving her sons by hundreds of thousands to death and mutilation.

Is this the England that was to have sat at ease upon its island till we were starved into submission, that could wait till their big brother across the Atlantic arrived on the scene with ships and million armies, standing fast in crushing superiority until the last annihilating battle?
"No, gentlemen, our enemies have no longer time to wait.