Not ours to urge you, or to know the voice; No stern decree you followed or obeyed; Nothing compelled your swift unerring choice, Except the stuff of which your dreams were made; To that high instinct passionately true, Your way you knew. We did not give you--all unasked you went, Sons of a greater motherhood than ours; To our proud hearts your young brief lives were lent, Then swept beyond us by resistless powers. Only we hear, when we have lost our all, That far clear call. * * * * * A Non-Stop Service. The following announcement was recently made at a Liverpool church:-- "The service to-night will be at six o'clock, and will be continued until further notice." * * * * * "Mr. Butcher expressed his thanks to Mr. Wood for his kind words, and said it was a great satisfaction to know that his efforts had been appreciated, and very gratifying to be thanked by one of the staff. He might reply in the words of Betsy Twigge, 'Changing the name, the same to you.'" _Ashbourne Telegraph._ We note, but do not approve, the change. * * * * * "Washington, Friday. Sir Cecil Spring Rice has been instructed to apologise for the action of the British Governor at Trinidad in failing to return the call of the Secretary to the Treasury, Mr. McAdoo, on the latter's visit on board the American cruiser _Tennessee_." _Exchange Telegraph._ Much McAdoo about nothing. * * * * * The _Evening News_ publishes an account of a conversation between "Prince Henry of Prussia (the Kaiser's brother) and Admiral Issimo, of Germany." The Issimos are a most distinguished fighting family (of Italian origin), and whenever they have adopted either a military or naval career have invariably come to the very top. * * * * * WAKE UP, ENGLAND! [Illustration: The Sun (_to Householder_). "NOW, THEN, WHY WASTE YOUR DAYLIGHT? SAVE IT AND GIVE IT TO THE COUNTRY." (If only for the sake of economy in artificial light during War-time, the Daylight-saving scheme should have the support of all patriots.)] * * * * * THE WATCH DOGS. XXXIX. MY DEAR CHARLES,--There comes a time in the life of the military motor when, owing to one thing or another (but mostly another), it becomes a casualty and retires, on the ground of ill-health, to the Base. As such it is towed into the nearest workshops; but, before it departs to the Base there arrive, from all corners of the Army area, drivers of other similar motors, coming, as you might say, "for a purpose." These are the vultures who have got to hear of the affair, are sorry indeed that such mishaps should occur, but, stifling their sorrow, see their way to snaffle some little benefit for themselves.