PRINCE OF THE POWER OF DEATH
The following address was given on Friday evening bv Mr H. .D. Bedford at the iting m%rSing in the Wakari Drill I will no* afflict tout patience by a Krital of the cause* of this war. _ All the World know® that the German design is to build the tower of militarism across the yath of human progress The task of hindering the execution of this purpose falls on our nation, in alliance with France, Russia, and Belgium, To the difficulties of the task we bring adequate resources; from its dangers our spirits do not shrink. Wo know 'we shall succeed. But we arc reasonable' men. and we know wo must fulfil the conditions of success. The walls of Jericho will not in these days fall down at the sound of braying trumpets r.r at the march of praying priests. The degree of our assurance of victory is the measure of our self-sacrifice. Not ships, not guns, not money, hut men our Empire wants—men Inspired by an ardent patriotism and animated hy a dauntless courage; men grate fnl for the freedom enjoyed under the folds of the Union Jack and sensitive to the claims of Empire at this critical juncture; men who quiver with indignation at the insult offered to ihe independence of a email nation like Belgium, and are ready to gird on their armor to avenge it; men who have human hearts that throb to the cry of anguish from the hearths desolated hy the German tyrant; men who will give ta the uttermost to vindicate the cause of King, justice, honor, liberty, and humanIty; men who will fling their lives at the throat of the fire-hreathing aggressor whose sword is drunk with the blood of so many tens flf thousands of innocent men, women, and children. Shall such want retnain unsatisfied? Shall it not he suppl’ecl to overflowing? Can we not feel the lift of a mighty imperial Distinct? Can we not share the passion of our ancestors _ for personal freedom? Are we pot participators in the hatred of militarv predominance which always inflamed the hearts of our forefathers? ' See! Europe is covered with ensigns of wee - ; a despot is stretching the dark warp of a malignant ambition across a continent. With the blast of his war-trumpet he would blow away all the prized charters of the human race. The trumph of his purpose would bo the knell to all hope of progress along the lines of peace and independence. We denounce as a burglar the man who invades his neighbor’s house to appropriate its wetjth; we condemn as a highwavm.in the nan who invades the common highways of peaceful intercourse and, fingering the weapon of force, cries “ Stand and cl'diver 1 ’ What words will, then, convey the severity of our reprehension when a man clothed in the purnle aud fine linen of royalty invades neighboring nations to spoil, ravish, and Id®? How awful the spectacle when a monarch in his majesty plays the glori-fi-,1 burglar, and how revolting when he E'tks to throw the mantle of sanctity round a purpose which is slaughter for glory, lo tho young, unmarried men of this Dominion tha question goes: What is your .answer to this royal highwayman who seeks to fasten upon Europe the masterful t'Tannv of Hs capricious will? What reply will you give to that dropsical ambit:on which is directing the stupendous energies of the German people to the subjugation of other nations that splendor micht ho added to an imperial sceptre? What is your response to the challenge of this prince of the power of death, whose vast appetite for dominion only the reduction of Europe to a shambles can glut? Remember the days of yore! Call to mind how onr nation has been the standardbearer of freedom down the course of all the centuries of the modern era. Let the memory of the Spanish Armada quicken vonr pulse. Let the recollection of Blenheim give lustre to your eye. Let the smoke "of Waterloo steal like the richest fragrance into your nostrils. Let the din of its cannonading summon you from torpor with its exultant martial music. Let Nelson’s high appeal to duty at Trafalgar bend up each spirit to its highest pitch. In each of those illustrious achievements we guarded the liberties of Europe and protected the independence of nations. But an unprecedented terror menaces in this our day and generation. It must he encountered by an unprecedented effort. Wo jnust collect and swipg all our resources urjon this new oppression. I beseech you that you allow not the apparent security which distance gives to this Dominion to diminish your fervor or slacken your sacrifice. Stretch your imaginative faculty and let your eye see as through a microscope the desolation that is being wrought; let your ear hear as through an ear-trumpet the moan of agony that sweeps from Russia to Belgium, from Belgium to France, from France to Britain, Do you not catch the sound of crashing buildings, the cry of pain, and the wail of bereavement as the German ships hatter the coast of Yorkshire? We are safe in this country, but only because of the Navy of that Mother Country which is now so hardly pressed. It is the British Navy which enables us to pursue our vocations in peace, to market our produce, and to gather our gains. £hall we selfishly rely upon this protection, or shall we give to the uttermost in return? Every man, woman, and child in this country is under obligation to sacrifice. Tho children must give of their pennies, tho aged and the married must give lavishly of their substance, the young and strong must give their personal service. We are sensible of the dangers to which we are calling men, and we know the bonds of anxious affection with which mothers would restrain their eons. With all earnestness to-night wo appeal to the women. It is not to the mothers a nation looks to fight its assailant and resist in battle the aggression of foreign foes. But woo to tho nation that cannot look to its mothers for strong sons, ardent with the spirit of patriotism and fit to face their countryM perils and undertake its tasks. The Spartan mother drooped with a sense of unconquerable shame if her- son failed to participate in the defence of his country or if he returned from the battle living and vanquished. He must come home bearing his shield in triumph or stretched lifeless upon it, otherwise she felt she had failed in the first and paramount duty of a woman—to provide a man tempered and of invincible valor to uphold the glory of his nation. Unwind, then, your withholding arms, you women of New Zealand, and reinforce the summons of King and country. This is a holy war. It is a crusade. 'Those who sustain the weight of arms in this war are crusaders in the great cause of the deliverance of Europe. They ara Knights Temnlars. Each knight ’wore ndxt hia skin a white vestment indicative of the purity of the object for which he fought. Above this was a red garment, symbolical of the blood he must spill in contending with wrong. Over the red garment was a black robe, representing the death which would ever threaten him in the pursuit of right. Finally, he knelt before an altar and received his sword consecrated by the priest. Then he took the oath to uphold and defend justice with all his power, and to do diligence in bringing murderers, traitors, masterful robbers, and oppressors of the poor to punishment. The Empire wants thousands of Knights British in this Dominion who are prepared to take such an oath.
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PRINCE OF THE POWER OF DEATH, Evening Star, Issue 15681, 21 December 1914
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