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' > S-<2=<P<D- > <> <P-<-~«0 <<< «gg SE | . - ’ SOUTH AFRICA. | White man and white man gra; ple in} the hill Where the gaunt hills beat upward to the sky ! And, where the veldt lay silent utterly, A or of their sudden battle fills Theair with angry sound that stuns ; and thrills. : lean, brown columns check, | and sting, and slay, > mist clears from the het-lip} guns away, A ter night creeps ghostwise from | ne h \ r allthe South thetrail of death ©, white man, strive ye well that trife be brief ! For 1 little word of idle breath i s from the utmost confines of ld grief : An se Swart warrior millions, now it gaze St om sleep, remembering <¢ t days. B. De Mille, in The Criterion IFE IN LADYSMITH. | PICTURESQUE \CCOUNT FROM THE PEN fHE LATE G. W. STEEVENS. A picturesque account of life in

Lacvs-nith, written by the late G. W. Sice e1S, for the Daily Mail, is in par, as follows: That bombardments were a hollow terror I had always un-

dersteod, but how hollow, not till I experienced 1 bombard .° experience ne «bombardment o Lavysmith.

“it must be said that the Boers make war like gentlemen at leisure; they restrict their hours of work with trade unionist: punctually. Sunday

aiways a holiday, so was the day after and particularly busy shooting. They seldom began before breakfast, kre ckcd of regularly for meals; the luncheon interval was 11.30 to 12 for rifletticn, and 12 to 12.30 for gunners —tardly ever fired after tea time, and never when it rained.’

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ewy of the Boer strength, could, if met have taken Ladysmith, at least hive ; ut usto great loss and discom- fort But the Boers have the great de'ert of all amateur soldiers, they love their ease, and do not mean to be kilieri. Now, without toil and hazard, they could not take Ladysmith. To d + item justice, they did not at first try t+ do wanton damage in town. ‘Liev fired almost exclusively on the bart: ties, the camps, the baloon and im ving bodies of troops. In a day or Iwo the troops were far too snugly p's tected behind schanzes and reverse sles, and grown far too cunning to ex;«:e themselves to much loss.

‘The inhabitants were mestly under ground, so that there was nothing real v to suffer except casual passeng- ers, beasts and empty buildings. Few

scils fell in the town, and of the few many were half charged with coal dust and many never burst at all.

The casualties in Ladysmith during a fortnight were one white civilian, two natives, 2 horse, two mules, a wag- gon and about half a dozen houses. And ofthe last only one was actually wrecked; one-—of course the most de- sirab’e habitation in Ladysmith—had no less than three shells, and remained habitable and inhabited to the end.

‘And now, what does it feel like to be bomdarded? At first, and especial- ly the first thing in the morning, it is quite an uncomfortable sensation. If you have nothing else to do,and es- pecially if you listen and calculate, you are done; you get shells on the brain,

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think and talk of nothfng else, and fin- ish by going into a hole in the ground and hiring better men then yourself to bring you down your meals, When- ever you put your head out of the hole you have a nose-breadth escape. If a hundredth part of the providential de- liverances told in Ladysmith were true, it was a miracle than anybody in the place was alive after the first quarter of an hour. A day of this and you are a nerveless semi-corpse, twitching at a fly buzz, a misery to yourself and a scorn to your neighbors.

If, on the other hand, you go about your ordinary business, confidence re- vives immediately. You see what a prodigious weight of metal can be thrown into a small place and yet leave

plenty of room for everybody else. You realize that a shell which makes a} noise may yet be hundreds of yards away. You learn to distinguish be- tween a gun’s report and an overturned water tank. You perceive that the most awful noise of all is the throat- ripping cough of your own guns firing over your head at an enemy four miles away So you leave the matter to Allah, and by the middle of the morn- ing donot even turn your heads to see where the bang comes from.

FOR QUEEN AND EMPIRE.

The following extract from a letter just received from an officer in Col-! onel Brabant’s Horse will be of in- terest as indicating the spirit which animates the men who are now up- holding England’s honor in Seuth Africa :—

“Camp Tylden, Dec. 30, 1899.—We are now nearly 1,000 strong, and fully one half of our number have gone to the front, but at present everything is quiet, and we areanxivusly awaiting developments. No doubt, when Lord Roberts arrives, some important moves will be made, when we hope to have a part in the struggle for British supremacy. We had sportshere on Christmas Day, and the good people of East London and district sent Christmas giftste the men in the shape of cheese, tobacco, dried fruits, etc., and everyone looked well pleased. We are a mixed lot. Our officers consist of officers from the Life Guard, Hus- sars, Bombay Lancers, retired offieers, one from a Canadian regiment, and one from the Australian contingent. One who sits opposite me now, is a major who has left his wife, children and home to do what he considers his duty to his country. All are imbued with the same love of Empire and country, and the outcome of this war. I feel sure, will be the greater{strength- ening of the varied colonies and their peoples who are under the British flag. The full results of this great strug- gle will not perhaps be seen in our day, but future generations will no doubt reap the benefit as we have in our day the sacrifices made for us by those who fought our battles in days gone by.”

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FHE HOLY YEAR.

The year wherein good men find space for ampler good co do: The year wherein the true, by deeds, not words, grows doubly true: The year that brings a helping hand to grasp the hand of Need, — The year that sweeps with holy fire the feeding ground of Greed !

What isthe Holy Year?

The year that blights a mighty crime as petty crime is blighted: The year that does not smile and nod till public wrong be righted: The year that holds one scale of jaw for low or lofty station—

That says to one ‘thou shalt not steal”—and says it toa nation !

Whatis the Holy Year ?

The year wherein the flames of war are buried in busy forges, Wherein the mighty men of work march up the Future’s gorges, When each shall have the wage he earns, as brother unto brother, And he who rules and he who digs shall honor one another !

What is the Holy Year ?

The year wherein God’s word moves on thro’ earth’s drear, desert places: The year wherein men see His grace beam forth in human faces : The year wherein Love—blessed Love— opes wide its “holy portal,” And all that mortal isin man grows fair in the immortal ! John Jerome Rooney, in The Cr iterion

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The newest story about the hero of Mafeking is this :-—

During the Matabele war of 18096, when Baden-Powell was chief of staff to Sir Frederick Carrington, orders were issued for him to be put under arrest. The head and front of “B. P .S” offending was that he had caught, tried and shot on his own responsibil- ity a dangerous native chief. The Ex- eter Hall party at home took up the case, and made representations to the then Governor of South Africa, Sir Hercules Robinson, which resulted in orders being sent to Carrington to place “B. P-” under arrest.

‘Whether Baden-Powell was ever actually under arrest,” says the narrator in M. A. P., “I am not certain ; but I havea shrewd idea that when the message bearing the memo from Gen- eral Carrington arrived at Baden- Powell’s camp—he was operating by himself at the time—he found that the gay Colonel had departed, leaving no address. Possibly he had received an unofficial tip. Anyway, the matter biew over, and Exeter Hall failed in its attempt to stop B. P.’s career.”

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EVERY WOMAN IN ENGLAND.

As the conviction grows in Great Britain that the war will be long, efforts for providing the families of the soldiers at the front are redoubling. There is scarcely a woman in England, who in addition to mak- ing articles of clothing for those in the field and in the hospitals, is not work- ing for and contributing to some special fund. Mrs Arthur \Paget’s entertain-- ment brought in over 45,000 for the families of the household troops, in which her husband is a cclonel of ths Scots Guards The Mansion House fund exceeds £690,000, the Uaily Telegraph’sfund amounts to £ 119,000, and the Daily Mail’s totals £77,000. These amonnts only cover the larger London funds and do not include nnm- erous provincial funds or large amounts being raised to equip volunteers.

The equipment forthe Yeomanry hospital has just left England for the Cape. The ladies at the head of this charity have now decided to raise funds to keep the hospital going for six months and have issued an appeal

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| Bearer Company, A. M.S, ina letter to “We

his father at Maidstone, says: foight a great battle (Colenso) on Friday, an attack on the Boer position which was not successful. Over 1,000 casualties among our own men. We had four bearer companies

the time, and the bullets and _ shells were dropping amongst us too close to b2 comfortable. Fortunally the Boer shells are badly made and seldom burst ; if they did a good many would not be alive now. Many of the shells dropped withinthree or four feet of us, doing no damage but covering us with sean MT ETT ae eee In many places on the fielda dog coutd scarcely cross, bullets and shell dropping like a shower of rain. One battery of guns had to be left, all officers shot, and horses dead and injured, and only a few of the men got away safe. It was terrible whlle it lasted. The Bearer Company were

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within a couple of yards round, and the place was thick wlth wounded.”

gaining strength that warfare, as it has been devoloped by the Boers, make the use of artillerya leading factor in this and all future campaigns. ‘The great lesson taught by the _pres-

iority in artillery has an advantage that cannot be offset be superiority in other respects. ‘This fact is now fully recog- nized by the British army authorities, who are sending to the front sieg: trains of lyddite Howitzers and lon. range guns of heavy calibre, as well as quick—firing guns, fitted to cope with those possessed by the Boers. Strange to say, in view of Great Britain’s su- premacy as the country of iron and

of the Boer guns in range and power, more than their much-vaunted marks- manship, and the magazine rifle which has given them their chief advantage so far. A difterent story will be told when the terrible pulverizing long range lyddite shells begins its work among them. As usual in every war in which Great Britian has been en- gaged, the heads of her military system have to learn wisdon from reverses. The present war is no exception to this rule-} —_——-

A correspondent with General Gat- acre’s force, writes on Dec. 21 :—“‘To give an ideaof how deceptive is this veldt on a misty day, I need only to mention that a flock of sheep, which the thunderstorm had caused to close up in a bleck was actually mistaken for a Boer laager,—This misconception was not dispelled until after the scouts, advancing with the utmost caution,

had approached within four hundred yards, At double that distance all of us were prepared to certify that we could see waggons, oxen and mounted

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kept on the go until late at night, and | Has pluked the pride of manhood, one place over 20 killed were found | The dead lips seem to whisper,

And, smiling, lift the darkness

Among military men the opinion is] Dawn lights the dim horizon must | God stands upon the threshold

We shall meet in yonder homeland

ent war is that the army having super- | When we at last assemble

They have answered God’s field ordét The curfew note has sounded The sentry’s word ring clear and loud,

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SERGEANT, CALL THE ROLL}

In the hush-tide of the gloaming, The shadows of our loved ones Will pictures glow in the embers

Of those who died whilst fighting

What shall we tell the little ones, For the kind and loving faces To the “young heart, hot and restless,”

Unfold the tragic story

Ola Death, the final reaper,

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For those who strew our battlefields

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Report the living and th: dead,

Sergeant, call the roll!

Show us the price of victory Just tell me what it’s cost ;

Say what the Motherland has gainag And also what she’s lost.

Give tidings of our soldier sons, fo the patient hearts that yearn, That are waiting for a message From the lads who'll ne’er return ; The sergeant’s voice grows husky As he reads the muster roll, And the clouds of sorrow deepen For each past and passing soul,

The old champaigner falters The warrior bows his head : In that record of the s'ain His son is with the dead; Though his heart is well-nigh breaking, Tears in his eyes are seen, He ends his task of sorrow Like a soldier of the Queen.

Our lads who fell for Englaad Amidst the battle strife, Have joined the great headquarters staff Beyond the war of life ; They gave their lives for England’ cause, : Fighting against her foes, And their names shall be remembered Till the dream of earth shall close,

When the tidings reach the Mother. land, Full many a tear-stained face Will mark the blow that’s fallen On the flower of England's race ; The boys who left their native land Light-hearted, true, and brave, Have passed the last sad outposts On the frontier of the grave.

Those who’ve left the world’s encamp- ment, And fallen by the way,

Will remain as sweet in mem’ry

As a2 morn in dewy May.

Vill this year’s advent bring to us It solace for the past,

And give us strength to bear Against the sorrows of the last ?

W.1 there come, amidst the gloom, From that far-off Southern tomb ? With faces fond and frue,

For the old red, white, and blue?

When they in sadness yearn That will never more return ? Will the mother, in her woes,

Of a battlefield’s repose ?

With sickle sure and keen, And the flower that grew between Like fields of golden grain,

From the shadowland of pain.

As the sergeant calls the roll While unseen hands take toll. Those who’ve gone on duty’s call

At the great parade of all.

Given Death the last salute, he guns are now unlimbered, | And the cannon’s roar is mute,

Its sadand mournful knell,

“Good night! All’s well !”

Smedley Norton, in Black and White es

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