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the lead. The education of the middle 

 classes of France is almost exclusively a 

 preparation for public life. To be an official 

 in a great city is an almost universal ideal. 

 This ideal but few attain, and the lives of 

 the rest are largely wasted. Not only the 

 would-be official, but artist, poet, physician, 

 or journalist, seeks his career in Paris. A few 

 may find it. The others, discouraged by 

 hopeless effiDrt or vitiated by corrosion, faint 

 and fall. Every night some few of these cast 

 themselves into the Seine. Every morning 

 they are brought to the morgue behind the 

 old Church of Notre Dame. It is a long 

 procession and a sad one from the provin- 

 cial village to the strife and pitfalls of the 

 great city,from hopeand joy to absintheand 

 the morgue. With all its pitiful aspects the 

 one which concerns us is the steady drain 

 on the life-blood of the nation, its steady 

 lowering of the average of the parent stock 

 of the future. 



But far more potent for evil to the race 

 than all these influences, large and small, is 

 the one great destroyer, — War. War for 



glory. 



war 



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gam, 



war for dominion, war 



