30 OCTOBER 1915, Page 19

OUR FIGHTING MEN,. Tins war is like the Judgment-Day—» All

sham, all pretext torn away; And swift the searching hours reveal Hearts good as gold, souls true as steel. Blest saints and martyrs in disguise, Concealed ere-while from holden eyes And now we feel that all around Have angels walked the well-known ground; Not winged and strange beyond our ken, But in the form of common men.

God's messengers from Heaven's own sphere--- Unrecognized because so near.

ELLA. FULLER MAITLANN