two or three issues of a publication, well-edited, among the non-commissioned officers, and it is partly filled with cracking jokes, just as Baden-Powell in Mafeking published a daily paper shells permitting" to keep up the spirits of the people committed to his care. But it ends up with this, On no account allow the enemy to cut the lines of communication with the dear old home." That is the boys' message to us, too, and I am sure we won't let a line of cleavage have a place in our daily touch. That is one thing we may do, keep the spirit here, keep a radiating centre. Let them realise that here in the Canadian home, the British home, wherever it is, there is something to rely on, a basis of confidence that works reciprocally. We have confidence in them, but we will have still more when they know they can have confidence and trust in us, and we are radiating it to them. This was sent from the School by John Henry Newbolt: Oh, captains unforgot," they cried, Across the world we mark the score.' " Let them know that we are marking the score, following them with vital interest, every one of them, not my boy and your boy, but all our boys, because we merge our common parentage, all of us are parents to our boys, our boys at the front. That is the bit of service that links us all in this wonderful brotherhood of solidarity. We cannot forget that there are trenches and trenches. We cannot forget the navy, and away down in our hearts there is a belief that though we may have our reverses and discouragements, though we feel that it is an almost hopeless task to get over those terrestrial trenches, there is a hope and an optimistic belief that some morning we shall find some real news that the cork has been drawn from the bottle and the rats driven out, and our navy has struck home for the King as they have struck before! Trenches? Yes. Ocean herself from strand to strand And though the foes together band, Shall ever wrest from Britain's hand The sceptre of the sea.” Service! We boasted before of our immigration. We boasted perhaps too much; we were the grandest country on the face of the earth. Over at the Imperial Chambers of Commerce in 1912 we were rapped a little over the knuckles for thinking apparently that Canada was about the only place in the whole Empire that the sun ever shone on. It was only the spirit of the west expressing itself, the desire of the young plastic nation to show its lusty power. But it is emigration now we are boasting about, and I hope we shall have some more to boast about. Instead of drawing them in from the east and the west and the north and the south, we are sending our boys out. When they came over here with Cabot, those Gloucestershire and Devonshire sailors four centuries ago, this was the song they sang: The same goal before us, the same home behind us, " Now, 450 years afterwards, the converse is taking place; it is still England, our mother, ringed round with the sea; but she is the goal and not the centre. It is emigration. It is wonderful the change that has taken place, but are we Canadian born doing our whole duty? Are we really? Is there leavening work for the Empire Clubs to do, and the Canadian Clubs to do still, with the young Canadians? I am not speaking of Toronto. Toronto is the Queen City of the province, and we honour you as one that has led us, led the whole of Ontario, the whole of the Dominion, in the magnificent spirit of service. Four thousand three hundred men with the first contingent is a record that no other city can show, no other city in this broad Dominion. I do not speak of Toronto, but just outside let us face realities? Have our Canadian-born boys responded and kindled just in the way that we might have expected? The boys of light and leading have. But there is some little inspiring work to be done. That is why I began by saying that the English language was given to us to express our thoughts. We have still a public opinion to animate, still some constant mainspring of action to supply-(not in Toronto perhaps)— so that the Canadian born will realise the call and respond in greater numbers than they have in the past. They are responding; they are coming to it. The Drama staged 3000 miles away is gradually ceasing to be a spectacle. It is gripping us. You know when the rally to the colours comes is when the lists come in, when our lists will come in; and they are coming. In Toronto two well-known names already. I do not say that all names are not well known, but the names of Nelles and Pepler appeal to all the old boyhood associations. The lists are coming home That common sorrow and glowing sympathy in action will come. Let us face the verities, let us face the realities. It is the glory of service, but we have said good-bye to some of our boys for the last time. We won't even all know where our boys lie, because carnage is sometimes so dreadful and the explosives so terrible that often they are just "in one red burial blent.' Brothers in arms, brothers in glory, brothers in death, we buried them in one grave," is the motto of the Coldstream Guards in St. Paul's Cathedral. We know the spirit that animates our Canadian brothers there at the front, the far-flung battle line, the spirit of responsibility that has come over them on Imperial service. That greatest, I think, of all English modern epitaphs, written over two great soldiers, as truly fighting Britain's cause as though against human foe, stands under the Southern Cross, down in the Antarctic, where Scott or Oates lies, with this chivalrous epitaph: SOMEWHERE HEREABOUT LIES A VERY GALLANT GENTLEMAN." That epitaph may be written over many a Canadian boy in sunny but ravaged France, and in the martyred fields of Belgium; God help them to deserve it too. It is not the first time they have been on Imperial service; at Paardeberg the white stones mark the Canadian boys. Many a traveller asks, How are the stones kept white? The women of Natal, and Cape Town, and Bloemfontein-God bless themcome three or four times a year and keep them white, and they can read this inscription on the monument over our Canadians there: TELL ENGLAND, YE WHO PASS THIS MONUMENT, THAT WE WHO DIED SERVING HER, REST HERE CONTENT. What is the motto of our Ontario Brigade?"Glad to live, but not afraid to die." That is their daily prayer and daily invocation. Glad to live and to do good effective work in living, but not afraid to die—" Non omnis moriar." They have passed their vigil at Valcartier and Salisbury Plain; now they go out with their spurs and arms-and we have faith in them. They too have faith and will. That faith that in the good old times nerved the heart, gave strength to the weak, and made them conquerors over the armies of the aliens. May we not say to each and all of them as Newbolt has said, after the vigil of the knights: "So shalt thou when morning comes Rise to conquer or to fall, The meeting closed with the singing of "Rule, Britannia." BELGIUM'S HEROIC RESISTANCE AN ADDRESS BY S. N. DANCY, Esq. Before the Empire Club of Canada, Toronto, MR. PRESIDENT AND GENTLEMEN,-There is only one regret in my heart to-day, and that is that I have not at my disposal something in the neighbourhood of two or three hours rather than thirty or thirty-five minutes, because the subject which I shall discuss is one of such far-reaching measure, that it is absolutely impossible to do justice to it in the brief time which I have. However, it is my privilege to present myself to the Empire Club to-day as a Canadian, born in the City of Belleville, of good Canadian parents; who succeeded in going into Germany and looking around behind the German lines, and succeeded in coming back in safety to my native land of Canada. I have with me my German passports to prove to those of sceptical mind that the statements I make are absolutely correct. I do not just know where we might begin discussing the situation in Europe. So far-reaching has been the propaganda organised by Germany in the United States of America that it might be well at the outset, in view of the fact that I am speaking before an Imperial club, to refute a statement which has been published broadcast by the German government, to the effect that the war was forced on Germany, and that she is fighting for her very life and existence. I have seen with my own eyes, and I have heard with my own ears, sufficient to convince me beyond the shadow of a doubt that Germany has organised this war for the past twenty or twenty-five years, and it is only now when she realises her state of helplessness that she seeks to appeal to the neutral lands in an effort to justify what is possibly the greatest crime in the annals of the human race. I have seen at Maubeuge and Namur and Antwerp |