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KXAMINKG, OBARLUTTETOWN, MAKCH 10, 1906

WAR IN SOUTH AFRICA.

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Interest ng Particulars of the Struggie Betwecn

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rHE WOMEN OF BRITA

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(Mrs. Arthur Harter.)

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By ETHe!l DE FONBLANJUE

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A word for the women of Britain, \Who bid their beloved goodby, ‘The husbands, the brothers, the sons} who go forth lo fight and to conquer, or die. | A word for the women of Britain Who part with the friend they love best, | fighting their fears, smile up through their tears When he, too, goes out with the rest.

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Tis hard for the women of Britain, | Woo stay when their warriors go.

The men who set forth are eager |

and mad

lo measure their might with the foe.

For the men there’s the passion of peri!

ut ightens the hardship they bear,

For whac tney can’t stand with a com- racie at hand, (ne death or the honour to share. For them there’s battle, ; And the joy of the charge at its height.

The cry of the clan, the shout of the |

man And the fury and throb of the fight; In the clamour and clash of encounter There is valour and glory—or death? With the thought of the woman who loves them To hallow their last dying breath.

But what for the women of Britain? Ah ! they need our pity the most ! In their desolate homes they are wait- ing for news Of the dear one who dies at his post. For theirs is the weariest trial, long veils of pain day and night : Sick at heart and alone, they pray at God’s throne For the men whom they love in the fig it. And this is the word for the women \Vhose loved ones are far, far away Thit the work to be done for those who remain NJ one else can acccmplish but they; | this is the work of the women— lsrave women of generous soul— To take each her share of the sorrow they bear And lighten the grief of the whole.

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She gentle are helpiug the simple—- |.ove and sympathy level all pride-— And.hearts find relief in the union of grief When the men fight and die side by side A’. thé women of Britain are equal, or the men share alike in the fray, And the rich and the poor are just sisters In the hearts of the nation to-day.

A PREACHING PRIVATE.

DESCRIPTION OF AN EXTRA- ORDINARY SERMON.

GRAPHIC

Much has been written of the reli- gious spirit in which the Boers do That the Boer has no mono- poly of this spirit is shown by the fol-

battle.

lowing sketch written at Enslin (Gras Pan) battlefield by a correspondent ot the Daily News:

“ He was standing at eventide facing

the rough and rugged heights ot Enslin. The crimson-tinted clouds that em-

blazoned the sky cast a ruddy radiance

round his head and face, making him appear like

or Venice ed c] se

laser SOicier’TS when we them back upon Modder River.

‘““In one hand he held a little well- worn Bible; his other hand was raised

» the graves of the British and saiiors who had fallen yeat the

high above his close-cropped head,

while his voice rang out on the sultry, storm-laden air like the clang of on steel ;

“Prepare ter meet yer God!”

“No one who looked at the neat, strong figure arrayed in the plain khaki the he fearless g-ay-blue eyes, could doubt earnestness.

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uniform of a private soldier, clean-shaven, square-jawed face, att

either hi Courage

nonesty or vas imprinted by Nature

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never-erring hand on every lineament one

So might

‘unscalable.

the strain of the |

one of those ancient mar- tyrs one 1s apt to see on stained-glass windows in old-world churches in Rome His feet were firmly plant-

Boers and drove

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teel

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Britain and the

of Cromwell’s stern-browed warriors

have stood on the eve Of Marston Moor. “ Prepare ter meet yer God!” ‘To the right of him the jong lines

of the tents spread upward toward the kopje; to the left the veldt§ with its

| wealth of gray-green grass, sown by the

bounteous hand of the great havester ; all around him, excepting where the graves raised their red brown furrows, rows of soldiers lounged, listing to the old, old story of man’s weakness and eternal shame, and Christ’s love and everlasting pity. On the soldier preach- er’s breast a long row of decorations gleamed, telling of honorable service to queen and country. Before a man

| could wear those ribbons he must have

faced death as brave men face it on many a battlefield. He must have known the agonies of thirst, the dull, dead pain of sleepless nights and mid- night marches; the tireless watching at the sentry’s post, and the onward

‘rush of armed men up heights almost

On Egypt’s sun-scorched plains he must have faced the mad on-

|slaughts of the Dervish hosts, and ral- ‘lied with the men who held the lines

‘at Abou Klea Wells, where gallant Burnaby was slain. The hills of Afghanistan must have re-echoed to |his tread, else why the green and crim- son ribbon that mingled with the rest.

ing lines of charging impi, Jed by Zulu chiefs. Yet never had they flashed

Boers.

with braver light than now, when facl ing that half-mocking, half-reckless crowd, he cried:

‘* Prepare ter meet yer God!”

* Rough as the thrust of a broken bayonet was his speech, unskilled in rhetoric his tongue, his periods un- rounded as flying fragments of shrap- nel shell; yet all who listened knew that every word came from the speak-

His eyes had flashed along the advanc- |

er’s soul, trom the magazine of truth. Some London slum had been his cradle the gutters of the great city the only university his feet had ever known. The coster’s dialect was native to his tongue, yet no churchman crowned with the laurels ot the schools could so have stirred the blood of those wild lads fresh from the boundless bush and lawless mining camps beneath Austra- lian suns.

“ Prepare ter meet yer God!”

‘‘And even as he spoke, we, who

listened, plainly heard the rolling thun- | | may be ragged, an’ you may not even

der of our guns as they spoke in stern- er tones to the nation’s foes from Modder river. It was no new figure that the preacher placed before us. It was the same indignant Christ that swept the rabble from the temple ; the same great Christ who calmly faced the seething mob in Pilate’s judgment hall; the same sweet Christ who took the babes upon his knee; the same divine Christ who with hyssop and gall, and mingled blood and tears, passed death’s dread portals on the dark brow of Cal- vary. The same grand figure, but

ern ~—

, quaintly dressed in words that savored

of the London siems; and of the soldier’s camp, and yet so hedged around with earnest love and childlike faith that all its grossest trappings fel) , away and left us nothing but the ideal Christ.

‘“Once more we heard the distant batteries speak to those whose hands had rudelv grasped the Empire’s flag, and every rock, and hill, and crag, and stony height took up the echo, like a; ion’s roar, until the whispering wind | was tremulous with sound, Then all was hushed except the preacher's voice.

“ Prepare ter meet’yer God! I've come ter tell yer all abart a general whose armies hold ther city of eternal life. If yer are wounded throw yer rifles down, ’nd ’e will send the ambu- lance of ’is love with Red Cross angels, and His adjutant, whose name is mercy, to dress yer wounds. Throw down yer rifles ’nd surrender. No re- bels can enter the city of eternal life. You can’t storm ther walls, or take the gates at ther point of ther baynit, for ther ramparts are guarded ’nd the sen- tries never sleep. When ther bugles sound ther larst reveille you will ever ‘ear, ’nd ther colonel, whose name is Death, gives the order ter march, you'll have nothink to fear abart, if yer bando- liers are full e’ faith ’nd yer rifles are sighted with good works. Yer uniforms

have a corporal’s stripe to show ; but if yer can pass ther sentries fearlessly, you'll find a general’ commissior wait- in’ for yer just inside ther gate. But yer can’t fool with my General. Re- member this: ther password is, “ Re- pentance,” ’nd nothink else will do. This sentry on duty will see you com- in’ and will challenge you. ‘ Who goes there?” “Friend!” “ Advance, friend, ’nd give ther countersign!” If

you say, “ Good works,” you'll find ’s [ Saye up against yer chest. If yer say

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you forgot to get it, you'll be in ther clink in ’ell in ther twinkling of an eye; but if yer say’ loud ’nd clear. “‘Repent- ance,” ’e will lower ’is baynit ’nd say, * Pass, friend. All’s well!”

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History repeats itself. It was long ago that the poet wrote: ‘“ The poor little street-bred people that vapor and fume and brag—they are lifting their heads in the stillness te yelp at the British flag” Let them yelp, It lets it be known who they are.

~—The British flag is not a symbol that can be injured by the little anger of a mob, either in Montreal or any- where else. The tearing of one from its staff, nor the tramping of it under foot, both incidents being enacted on St. James street Montreal, can really injure nothing that is British nor do what is anti-British any good. Such deeds, however, may create feelings that wise men everywhere must regret. It is time that such scenes as have been enacted in Montreal during the past two days were ended.

HOW THE FLAG WAS HAULED DOWN.

The Montreal Gazette describes the row in that town on the day after the relief of Ladysmith, and says : ‘Whilst this was taking place, someone climb- ed to the top of the temporary build- ing, and when it was seen that he made for the flagstaff and attempted to haul dcewn the Union Jack that was flying therefrom, he was greeted with cheers as lusty as 2,000 throats could send forth. A little fumbling and down came the flag, amid renewed cheers, and after the “hero” of the minute had disengaged it from the halyards, he threw it down to the crowd, who at once commenced to show respect for the national emblem under which they

live by trampling it under foot, and

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A subsequently tearing it into s | burning it on "Waar: Sean As soon as the mov had taken their departure from the Star couple of Britishers climbed to da roof of the building, and one of them unfurling a smali Union Yack waved it amid lusty cheers trom the specta. tors that had remained behind.

he called to his companion, “}

your gun ?” and Supa ko. was the report of the discharge of » blank cartridge. Cheers for En

and the flag were called for and were immediately given, with the firing of another blank cartridge from the It volver by way of a “tiger,” and a chal. lenge to let ’em al! come.” The piece of bunting was affixed to halyards and hauled to the top of the flagstaff amid marks of enthusiasm apd loyalty, and another was soon hoisted below it, whilst several more were

ed along the top of the building,

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