on the walls of every parish church. Every- 

 where can be seen tablets in memory of 

 young men, — gentlemen's sons from Eton 

 and Rugby and Winchester and Harrow, 

 scholars from Oxford and Cambridge, who 

 havegiven up their lives in some far-offpetty 

 war. Their bodies rest in Zululand,in Cam- 

 bodia, in the Gold Coast, in the Transvaal. 

 In England only they are remembered. In 

 the parish churches these records are num- 

 bered by the score. In the cathedrals they 

 are recorded by the thousand. Go from one 

 cathedral town to another — Canterbury, 

 Winchester, Chichester, Exeter, Salisbury, 

 Wells, Ely, York, Lincoln, Durham, Litch- 

 field, Chester (what a wonderful series of pic- 

 tures this list of names calls up ! ), and you 

 will find always the same story, the same sad 

 array of memorials to young men. What 

 would be the effect on England if all of these 

 " unreturning brave " and all that should 

 have been their descendants could be num- 

 bered among her sons to-day? Doubtless 

 not all of these were young men of charac- 

 ter. Doubtless not all are worthy even of 

 the scant glory of a memorial tablet. But 



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