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DEATH IS EVERYWHERE 



Death, death is everywhere. Where'er we tread, 



We stir the dust of myriads long since dead. 



Our food and drink, of life the staff and stay, 



Are but the finished products of decay. 



Our marble halls, with all their quarried stones — 



What are they but the bleached and whitened bones 



Of countless generations, piled on high, 



Hecatomb upon hecatomb to the sky, 



Barrows the dead have built themselves ? — The Earth 



Is one o'erflowing cemetery, — its girth 



One seamless zone of graves. There's not a rod 



Upon its surface that cries not to God 



For some life sacrificed. We mortals are 



But mites and midges on a moss-grown star, 



Frail ephemerides that breed and crawl 



Among the middens of this festering ball. 



Cloudesley Brereton. 



The Organisation of the Women's Vote (Lady W. Cowan) 



For the first time in the history of our country duly qualified 

 women are in a position to vote and to influence, perhaps 

 decisively, the result of a General Election. 



Since women have realised their new political responsibili- 

 ties there has been a widespread demand for special education, 

 and many organisations have been catering for this appetite 

 for political information, and new combinations for the pre- 

 paration of women as citizens on non-party lines have been 

 formed all over the country, with special speakers delivering 

 lectures on selected subjects. 



Careful observers have remarked that, generally speaking, 

 the political sympathies of these new voters favour a Coalition 

 rather than party Government ; a Government prepared to 



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