26 JUNE 1915, Page 18

THE LAND OF THE BRAVE AND THE FREE.

(By ONE OF TIM LATTER.) OLD England glories in her Volunteers ;— 'Tis splendid ! Let the other fellow go, While /remain—a prey to poignant fears Lest he should suffer harm. He's dead P Alt, woe Resignedly I check the rising sob, Then hurry oat to try and get his job.

"National Service P" Would you have us slaves P Free I was horn and free my friend shall die.

It is because he likes it that he braves Thirst, hunger, cold, fatigue, and agony.

And if he die, what matter ? I foresee Another England bred from men like ME. H. W. B.