It could not have happened at a more auspicious moment as far as the British Navy was concerned. Sir John Jellicoe was appointed supreme Admiral of the Home Fleets. Two destroyers building for Chile were compulsorily purchased by the Admiralty as well as two battleships just completed for Turkey. Drake's drums had rattled. England in her hour of need had found two great leaders--Jellicoe and French at the head of her Navy and Army. And behind them two brilliant Statesmen--Asquith and Churchill at the head of her people. What these four men have already done is history. What remains to be done, and what they will do unflinchingly, no matter the cost, will, we all know, make history. But it is only natural that we, the sons and daughters of the greatest Empire the world has ever seen, who are left in our little sea-girt isle, and strain our eyes through the mist and foam to those seas beyond the North toward one man in whose keeping more than that of any other man lies the destiny of our race; the fate perhaps not only of our great Empire but of the world. Never before has silence spoken so eloquently as it spoke from the North Sea when Jellicoe led our ships into her mists and storms. "Not unto us," Cried Drake, "not unto us--but unto Him Who made the sea, belongs our England now! Pray God that heart and mind and soul we prove Worthy among the nations of this hour." --_Alfred Noyes._ * * * * * That we shall prove worthy among the nations it is almost impossible to doubt. With such leaders how could a people fail? With an Empire on which the sun never sets, and which has given men, gold and even food to the Mother Country with a lavish hand, will not her rich merchants as well as her poorer sons of the Mother Country make as great sacrifices and show as much heroism as the sons of France, of Russia and Belgium? We cannot doubt it. Though, after three months of the bloodiest warfare the world has ever seen, several million young Englishmen were still listening unmoved to the Drums of Drake--to the call of England, their England, for men to defend her in her hour of danger yet we know that, though slow to understand and hard to move, Englishmen, once they have understood and once they have been moved, will be true to themselves, their inheritance and their beloved little island. With Henley they will cry with one voice and one soul: "England, My England-- Take and break us: we are yours, England my own! Life is good, and joy runs high Between English earth and sky: Death is death; but we shall die To the song on your bugles blown." And they will follow their devoted leaders into battle--French on the land and Jellicoe on the wild North seas. And those who are left at home to carry on "business as usual," will not they make some sacrifices too? _Miller, Son, & Compy., Ltd., Printers, Fakenham and London._