THE PELORUS GUARDIAN and Miners' Advocate. TUESDAY, 3rd AUGUST, 1915. A YEAR OF WAR.

Pelorus Guardian and Miners' Advocate., Volume 26, Issue 63, 3 August 1915, Page 4

THE PELORUS GUARDIAN and Miners' Advocate. TUESDAY, 3rd AUGUST, 1915. A YEAR OF WAR.

August 4th will always be a date to be remembered so long as the Empire endures, and the completion of twelve months of war to-morrow (Wednesday) will be marked wherever the Union is floated with special religious and public celebrations. In England of course they will be on a vast scale, and in New Zealand they will be very general and we are pleased to note that Havelock is 1 falling into line with the rest of the Dominion. The Sounds have many representatives at the front, and some of those, men have made the supreme sacrifice, and the end is not yet. Many more gallant lives will be lost in the Dardanelles and all other centres of war before the Huns are finally brought to understand .that all the civilised world is against them. Kipling in a recent recruiting speech divided the world into two divisions —humanity and the Germans! A severe criticism, but deserved in view of the brutal and horrible practices indulged in by the Teu- : tonic hordes. In view of to-morrow’s celebrations which will in most ; cases consist of religious services as well as public meetings, it is worth noting that a few weeks ago a wonderful gathering assembled in St. Paul’s Cathedral, London, at a memorial service to those Australians and New Zealanders who had died at call of Empire, The Archbishop of Canterbury in a stirring sermon reminded his congregation of all this sacrifice meant, the heroic story of those hours when the troops were being landed, on a shell-strewn beach would become 1 the common heritage of the , race, and he concluded by saying this memorable act of stoutest service !

gives response already to the rallying call of one whom he styled the Poet-Bishop of Australia:—

By all that have died for men, By Christ who endured the Cross, Count nothing but honour gained, Count all that is selfish lost.

Take up with loyal heart The burden upon you laid; Whoffights on the side of God Needs never to be afraid.

Be true to the great good land And rear ’neath the southern sun A race that shall hold its own, And last till the world be done.