FOR THE EMPIRE'S CAUSE.

Otago Witness, Issue 3426, 11 November 1919, Page 17

FOR THE EMPIRE'S CAUSE.

HAWLEY.—In fond and loving memory of our dear son and brother, Private William Hawley, 47525, who died from wounds in the 19th G.C.S., November 6, 1918.

Just on the eve- of peace Our dear Bill was called away; He wished to return again, But it was not to be. God has postponed our meeting, 'Twill be in a better land; Sadly' we miss him, yet what a Glorious death to die. For King and Country.

—lnserted by his parents, sisters, and brothers..

HAWLEY.—In sad and loving memory of 47525—Private William Hawley, who died from wounds in France on November 6, 1918. Dearly loved, sadly missed. —lnserted by his loving sister and brother-in-law, E. and J. Mochan.

HOGG.—In loving memory of my dear friend, John Alexander Hogg (Bth Reinforcements), who-was killed in action at Le Quesnoy, November 4, 1918. One of the best, a faithful friend, A friend both true and kind; So dearly loved, so sadly missed By all the friends he knew. To live in the hearts of those we leave behind is not to die.

—lnserted by his old friend, W. C. Nicholson.

HOLMAN.—In loving memory of Private Leslie Holman, who died in France from wounds received in action, November 3, 1917.—Inserted by his loving parents, brother, and sister.

HURLEY. —In loving memory of Charles George Hurley, who was killed near Le Quesnoy, November 5, 1918, second son of James and Alice Hurley, Wendonside; in his 31st" year.—lnserted by his loving parents, brothers, and sisters. KEAN.—In fond and loving remembrance of our dearly loved brother, Petre Martin Kean (7th Reinforcements, Rifle Brigade), who was killed in action at Le Quesnoy, France, on November 4, 1918. The war is really over, To some these words sound nice, But, oh! the sad, sad hearts of those Whose loved ones paid the price. We often think of days gone by When we were all together; A shadow o'er our life is cast— A loved one gone forever. Duty called him, ho was there ■ To do his hit and take his share; His heart was good, his spirit brave, His resting place a soldier's grave. —lnserted by his sisters and brothers. KEATING.—In loving memory of Rifleman S. C. Keating, 72406, who died from wounds "Somewhere in France" on November 4, 1918. In a distant grave he lies, At rest in a soldier's grave; His battle fought, his name enrolled On the roll of the deathless brave.

—lnserted by his loving sister and two little nieces, Mrs Kodwell and Eileen and Mary. M'DONALD.—In loving memory of Gunner William Adair M'Donald (Field Artillery, 4th N.Z. Reinforcements), who died from pneumonia in Egypt on Novem ber 6, 1915

Missed, 6adly missed. Oh, call it not death, —it is life begun, For the water is past, the home is won; The ransomed spirit has reached the shore Where they weep and suffer and sin no more. The battle is .fought, the struggle is o'er, The crown now replaces the cross he bore; So call it not death—ai few short days o'er We shall rrjeet him in glory to part

no more. —lnserted by his loving parents, sisters, and brothers.

MANSON. —In loving memory of Corporal William Manson, 26/1044, who died from wounds "Somewhere in France," November 6, 1918.

Until the day dawn and the shadows flee away.

—lnserted by his sisters and brothers. MATHEISEN. —In loving memory of my dear brother, Charlie, who was killed in action at Le Quesnoy, France, on November 5, 1918. He gave his life —it was his all— That Freedom still might live; No greater love, no greater gift Hath any man to give. Nobly fighting, nobly fell.

—lnserted by his loving mother and brother.

REID. —In loving memory of our dear son and brother, 71134 —Private J. Reid (35th Reinforcements), who was killed in action near Mormal Wood, November 5, 1918.

One year has gone since that sad day When our dear eon was called away; It was God's will, it must be so, At His command we all must go. Could I, his mother, have clasped his hand, The son I loved so well; To stroke his brow when death was nigh And whisper, " Jack, farewell." "just when his life was brightest, Just when his hopes were best, His Country called, and he answered, And now in God's hands he rests.

—lnserted by his sorrowing parents, sisters, and brother. RIDLAND. —In loving memory of Bombardier William Thomas Ridland (sth Battery), who died at sea on November 5, 1915; aged 26 years. When we see the boys returning Our hearts doth throb with pain, To think that you're not there, dear a Will, And will never come back again. The war is really over, To some those words seem nice, But, Oh I the sad, sad hearts of those Whose loved ones paid the price.

—lnserted by his loving mother, brother, and sister.