I have every hope that this vigilant guarding of the rights of the Englishman will continue, for they are the Rights of Man. Never was there a period in the world's history when it was more necessary to stress those rights and to preserve them in the face of those who declare that the individual has mo rights whatever that the State is bound to respect; that he lives only to be ready to die in prison' or concentration camp or on the battlefield, as the dictator may decide.
Goodbye London! I shal take back to America an unforgettable picture of blackouts and sandbags, of trenches scarring the beautiful parks, and of balloons on guard, as exquisite when beneath blue skies as jewels in a raja's raiment. The majesty of London at night in a darkness unpalleled- since the days of Shakespeare will always live with me, for then the mystery of the greatest of capitals is at its height.
Men and women may sit behind drawn curtains fearing perhaps to go about; the city broods over them in awe-inspiring beauty. Look down upon it from a height and it is all the world—dotted by will-o-the-wisp lights that betray a "bus, a car.
Destroy this city? Well may the Germans pause, for this that looms so sombre and so vast is not England's alone. This is the heritage of all who say that men shall be free. For him who lays violent hands upon it there will be forgiveness never.
Goodbye, London! I take back to America something diner still—the unforgettable picture of the men and women who bring this city's streets to life. By day and by night I shall see the puzzled, adventurous faces of children being evacuated into—for fhem—the unknown, with their British mothers shedding but scant, decorous tears.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.