THE ROLL OF HONOUR

There came to banc! yesterday the first lists of New Zealanders killed and wounded at the battle of the Dardanelles. Our pride in the splendid valour of our soldiers is for the moment dulled by the loss wo have sustained, and our sympathy goes out to the relatives of those who have given their lives so freely and in so gallant a. spirit for country and Empire. There were no pressed men; they offered up their lives asking no higher privilege than to serve their country, and prompted by that zest for adventure and patriotic ardour descended to them from their forefathers. Their names will be handed down on the Roll of Honour for future generations to admire and venerate; an inspiration to those who take pride in their na<tional heritage j a rebuke to the laggards who failed their country at the hour of crisis. This guerdon, in the days of chivalry, Vraiice gave the soldier whom sho held so dear, Still should his name be called, and still "Not hero: Dead on the licld of honour" should reply Ce made, that so the dead should never die, But still the name of one no longer near, Like music on the march, should thrill the ear, And point a way to immortality. Still will the name be called in the years to come of New Zealand's gallant dead. It is a noble thought, this imperishable roll call, with its heart-stirring reply. How better could wc treasure the memory of our own soldier sons, "dead 011 the field of honour"?