CHAPTER I The Man Himself 1 Hark, Hark! The giantșs ponderous hammer rings on the anvil of destiny. Enter, thou massive figure, Bismarck, and in deadly earnest take thy place before Timeșs forge. ¶ It is, it must be, a large storyȔbig with destiny! The details often bore with their monotony; they do not at all times march on; they drag, but they do indeed never halt permanently; ahead always is the great German glory. ¶ Forward march, under Prince Bismarck. He is our grim blacksmith, looming through the encircling dark, massive figure before Timeșs forge. The sparks fly, the air rings with the rain of blows: he is in deadly earnest, this half-naked, brawny Prussian giant; magnificent in his Olympian mien; his bellows cracking, his shop aglow with cheery-colored sparks as the heavy hammer falls on the unshapen ores on the big black anvil. ¶ Thus, toiling hour after hour in the heat and sweat, our Pomeranian smith with ponderous hammer beats and batters the stubborn German iron into a noble planȔfor a great Nation! ¶ From a human point, we do not always see the ultimate glory. For that is obscured by dark clouds of party strife, extending over years, the caprices of men and the interplay of ambitions both within and without the distracted German lands. Russia, Austria, Italy, Great Britain, France, Spain, have their spies engaged in all the under-play of political intrigue; there are a thousand enemies at home and abroad, in camp, court and peasantșs cottage. ¶ And at times, weary of it all, we throw down the book convinced that, in a welter of sordid ends, the cause is lost in shame. But, somehow, some way, Germany does in truth ultimately emerge triumphant, in spite of her amazing errors and the endless plots of enemies. She does indeed justify her manhoodȔand thus the Bismarck story is of imperishable glory. ¶ We say that Bismarck had to re-inspire the Germans to be a fighting nation. What we mean is that the spirit of the ancient Teutons had to be aroused; for though it slumbered for centuries, it never died. Rome found that out when she was still in her infancy; the Germans burnt the town by the Tiber; and the fearsome struggle between the Romans and the Germanic tribesmen lasted almost unbroken for nearly five centuries. ¶ The Romans regarded the Germans as the bravest people in the world. The migrations of the Cimbri and Teutones, and the frightful struggles in which after superhuman endeavors the Roman Marius destroyed his German enemies is one of the heroic pages of all history. It was a hand-to-hand contest, and torrents of human blood ran that day. Menzel tells us, (Germany, p. 85), that the place of battle enriched by a deluge of blood and ultimately fertilized by heaps of the slain, became in after years the site of vineyards whose wines were eagerly sought by connoisseurs. ¶ The Cimbri were drawn up in a solid square, each side of which measured 7, paces. The foremost ranks were fastened together with chains, that the enemy might not readily break through....