Letter from William Jennings Bryant to Woodrow Wilson:

It will be popular in this country for a time at least, and possibly permanently, because public sentiment, already favorable to the Allies, has been perceptibly increased by the Lusitania tragedy, but there is peril in this very fact.

Your position being the position of the government will be approved, that approval varying in emphasis in proportion to the intensity of the feeling against Germany. There being no intimation that the final accounting will be postponed until the war is over, the jingo element will not only predict but demand war (see enclosed editorial from Washington Post of this morning), and the line will be more distinctly drawn between those who sympathize with Germany and the rest of the people. Outside of the country the demand will be applauded by the Allies and the more they applaud the more Germany will be embittered, because we unsparingly denounce the retaliatory methods employed by her, without condemning the announced purpose of the Allies to starve the non-combatants of Germany and without complaining of the conduct of Great Britain in relying on passengers including men, women and children of the United States to give immunity to vessels carrying munitions of war without even suggesting that she should convoy passenger ships as carefully as she does ships carrying horses and gasoline. (End)

When The Lusitania Went Down. 1915
The nation is sad as can be,
A message came over the sea,
A thousand or more, who sailed from our shore,
Have gone to eternity.
The Statue of Liberty high,
Must now have a tear in her eye,
I think it’s a shame,
Some one is to blame,
But all we can do is just sigh!
Some of us lost a true sweetheart,
Some of us lost a dear dad,
Some lost their mothers, sisters and brothers
Some lost the best friends they had.

It’s time they were stopping this warfare,
If women and children must drown,
Many brave hearts went to sleep in the deep,
When the Lusitania went down.
A lesson to all it should be,
When we feel like crossing the sea,
American ships, that sail from our slips,
Are safer for you and me.
A Yankee can go anywhere,
As long as Old Glory is there,
Altho’ they were warned,
The warning they scorned,
And now we must cry in despair;