“Almighty God having blessed his Majesty’s arms with Victory, the Admiral intends returning Public Thanksgiving for the same at two o’clock this day, and he recommends every ship doing the same as soon as convenient.--Signed, HORATIO NELSON. August 2, 1798.” * * * * * A similar devotional spirit inspires our “David” of the sea, when he says that England must look to the future “with a prayer on her lips.” This great War, the greatest in all history, will, with all its wickedness and bloodshed, prove a blessing, if the cloud of Atheism which has swept over us through perverted and decadent German ideals, is rolled away,--leaving a clear and wholesome heaven of faith and hope for a nation brought back to God through humility, self-sacrifice and splendid heroism! Eyes of the Sea! Steadfast and clear as the light of a midsummer morning, Sure in your vigilance, swift in the flash of your warning, Pledges of safety for us and our land of the free. Slumberless Eyes of the Sea! Eyes of the Sea! Watchful at midnight, companioning stars in their courses, Fronting the storm or the fire of the foe in his forces; Yours be the honour of all that we are or shall be! Glorious Eyes of the Sea! IS ALL WELL WITH ENGLAND? A QUESTION OF THE MOMENT Yes, all is well! Or, rather, let us say all _will_ be well! And in our steady progress towards future good we may confidently aver that all is well even now. Even now! though the great “spring-cleaning” of the Empire’s house is scarcely half-way through. Our home is topsy-turvy, familiar objects are thrust aside, our goods and chattels are disarranged and turned out to be swept or beaten or otherwise relieved of their accumulated dust and cobwebs, and the clatter of brooms and pails and general hurry-scurry, with many irreparable breakages, make comfort and quiet impossible. Yet there is a freshness in the air, the windows have been cleaned, and one can see the sky through their lately begrimed and sooty panes, the floors are swept and the furniture polished; deft hands are arranging flowers for the rooms--we may breathe in health and hope if we will. There is much yet to be done, for the cleansing of a nation is God’s work more than ours, and He leaves no corner unvisited. He has not done with England yet, no, not by any means! The festering mass of diseased moral fibre resulting from a long worship of Self, the canker in the body social and politic, has to be cut out ruthlessly, despite bleeding veins and torn sinews, and God will not spare the remedial knife. But even so, it is well for England! Well, and more than well! For no greater ill could chance to her than her condition prior to the war.