So convenient for friends to drop in.
* * * * *
"If the latest air raid does not make the British bull-dog show
his talons in a way that we have up till now wished he might
never do, well nothing will."--_Berwick Journal_.
With his new pedal equipment the British bull-dog should give the German
eagle pause.
* * * * *
We are asked to state that a recently published work on _Beds and Hunts_
(METHUEN) is not a companion-volume to _Minor Horrors of War_.
* * * * *
TO THE MEN WHO HAVE DIED FOR ENGLAND.
All ye who fought since England was a name,
Because Her soil was holy in your eyes;
Who heard Her summons and confessed Her claim,
Who flung against a world's time-hallow'd lies
The truth of English freedom--fain to give
Those last lone moments, careless of your pain,
Knowing that only so must England live
And win, by sacrifice, the right to reign--
Be glad, that still the spur of your bequest
Urges your heirs their threefold way along--
The way of Toil that craveth not for rest,
Clear Honour, and stark Will to punish wrong!
The seed ye sow'd God quicken'd with His Breath;
The crop hath ripen'd--lo, there is no death!
* * * * *
[Illustration: THE LINKS BEING DEVOTED TO ALLOTMENTS, MR.
Pages:
38
39
40
41
42
43
44
45
46
47
48
49
50
51
52
53
54
55
56
57
58
59
60
61
62