16 APRIL 1921, Page 2

We cannot touch the subject of the strike without the

feeling,

superstitious or foolish if you will, that somehow or other the inherent goodwill, good heart, and good sense of the British people, whether employers or employed, will save the situation.

May not even yet the conflict end like the lovers' quarrel in Drayton's sonnet ? God grant it may !

" Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath. When, his pulse failing, passion speechless lies, When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And innocence is closing up his eyes,

Now if thou wouldst, when all have given him over, From death to life thou mightat lum yet recover ! "