see in war but a symptom of that crude disco-ordination of life on earth,
not yet at one with itself, which affects humanity in these early stages of
its growth: and who are compelled to regard as the ultimate goal of the
race, though yet perhaps far distant across the ridges of innumerable
coming ages, that harmony between all forms of conscious life,
metaphorically prefigured by the ancient Hebrew, when he cried, "The wolf
shall dwell with the lamb; and the leopard shall lie down with the kid; and
the calf and the young lion and the fatling together, and a little child
shall lead them!"--to that individual, whether man or woman, who has
reached this standpoint, there is no need for enlightenment from the
instincts of the child-bearers of society as such; their condemnation of
war, rising not so much from the fact that it is a wasteful destruction of
human flesh, as that it is an indication of the non-existence of that co-
ordination, the harmony which is summed up in the cry, "My little children,
love one another."

But for the vast bulk of humanity, probably for generations to come, the
instinctive antagonism of the human child-bearer to reckless destruction of
that which she has at so much cost produced, will be necessary to educate
the race to any clear conception of the bestiality and insanity of war.

War will pass when intellectual culture and activity have made possible to
the female an equal share in the control and governance of modern national
life; it will probably not pass away much sooner; its extinction will not
be delayed much longer.

It is especially in the domain of war that we, the bearers of men's bodies,
who supply its most valuable munition, who, not amid the clamour and ardour
of battle, but singly, and alone, with a three-in-the-morning courage, shed
our blood and face death that the battlefield may have its food, a food