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From Samuel Mathewson Baylis, author of the volumes "Camp 

 and Lamp", and "At the Sign of the Beaver", come good fighting 

 lines : — 



"THOROUGHBRED." 



All unafraid, as sire the seed, 



Indomitable, undismayed, 

 Fronts the ringed teeth of mongrel breed 

 All unafraid. 



'If few the greater honor paid! — 



Adown the years our Henry's creed 

 Still fires high souls in arms arrayed. 



Though eyes be dim and torn hearts bleed, 



On! still unshaken, firmly stayed, 

 They greatly rise to greater need, 

 All unafraid!" 



It would be invidious and inopportune to attempt a list of the 

 others who have written well. 



But the deepest interest lies in that often formless mass of new 

 utterance which is welling up day by day hot from the lifesprings of 

 the new generation. The famous lines of Lt.-Col. John McCrae, who 

 lately died of pneumonia at the McGill Hospital, Boulogne, are in- 

 separable from the Great War: 



IN FLANDERS FIELDS. 



In Flanders fields the poppies grow. 

 Between the crosses row on row. 

 That mark our place; and in the sky, 

 The larks, still bravely singing, fly; 

 Scarce heard amid the guns below. 



We are the dead. Short days ago, 

 We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow; 

 Loved and were loved, and now we lie 

 In Flanders fields. 



Take up our quarrel with the foe. 

 To you from failing hands we throw 

 The torch. Be yours to lift it high. 

 If ye break faith with us who die 

 We shall not sleep, though poppies blow 

 In Flanders fields." 



One of these dead in Flanders fields, Lieutenant Bernard Freeman 

 Trotter, who was killed by a high explosive shell on May 7th, 1917, 



