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IN MEMOKIAM — E. G. KENSIT 
appeared in the tangle of bush. We waited perhaps a quarter of an hour 
when he reappeared.” He gave the required information, saluted, and almost 
immediately fell down and died. The fight .became more and more pressing 
until only five of the platoon and 24 of the Company remained and, these 
being forced to retire, the wood was reoccupied by the enemy. And so at 
dawn Edward Kensit met the end — unostentatiously, unflinchingly, supported 
spiritually, for he was mortally wounded, for the performance of that last 
splendid duty. Methinks he walked into the Presence himself a shining 
radiance of the dawn. 
To him no soldier’s burial, to him no special cross or garland, 
“For him no sombre requiem 
No threnody of tears,” 
but all the well-beloved flowers and beautiful trees for ever his in crowding 
friendship where he lies; and wheresoever he lies blessed for ever be that 
spot to Africa since it holds the rich dust of a faithful son. 
“Blow out, you bugles, over the rich dead! 
