When the King of England stood facing the Scots at Bannockburn, he saw them kneel in prayer. Turning to a General on his right hand, he said:
“See, they kneel; they kneel to ask my mercy.”
“Yes, sire,” was the answer,” they kneel, but not to thee, they kneel to God.”
And the God Whom they acknowledged gave them victory.
“One learns to love these men,” relates one of our chaplains. “Last Sunday night I was called out to a man who was, asking for me. I found he wanted the Sacrament. After I had given it to him, he said, ‘Now I want you to write and tell my father that I’ve done what he has wanted me to do for, years I’ve given my heart to God and taken the Sacrament. Tell him, I shall never see him here again, but I’ll wait for him in heaven.’ He died a few hours after; and just before he died I heard him whisper the last verse of ‘Abide with me, fast falls the eventide.’ Another of our boys, a Sunday school teacher, died singing ‘When I survey the wondrous cross.’ Another boy, whose agony was terrible, exclaimed: ‘I haven’t got all the pain; some of it’s on Him, and I can’t help being happy’; and his face was radiant with victory as he said: ‘Tell them I wasn’t afraid to go over the parapet, and I wasn’t afraid to die, because He was with me all the time.’ Surely we can say ‘Our people die well!’”
A Minister writes to me: ―
“I am working among the troops here a good deal, and am wanting suitable tracts or booklets. Have just received one of yours in jotter, a reply to Bottomley’s article (“Does an heroic death wipe out past misdeeds?”). I should very much like some of them, and specimens of others you may have.... We need to be alive to the terrible deceptions of the day, and to oppose them. Wishing you great success in your efforts. ―Yours in Him, T. B. G.”