_Vain, mightiest fleets of iron framed;
Vain, those all-shattering guns,
Unless proud England keep, untamed,
The strong heart of her sons.
So, let his name through Europe ring--
A man of mean estate,
Who died as firm as Sparta’s king,
Because his soul was great._
SIR F. H. DOYLE’S “Private of the Buffs.”
We run a series of concerts each evening round a big camp fire, and I
am always the first to start them off. There are three French girls who
come down and sing for us, but they are not as good as you at singing:
_A Private of the A.M.C._