"On the slopes of Quatre Bras The Frenchmen saw them stand unbroken. * * * * * On the day of Waterloo The pibroch blew where fire was hottest. * * * * * When the Alma heights were stormed Foremost went the Highland bonnets. * * * * * As it was in days of yore, So the story shall be ever. * * * * * Think then of the name ye bear, Ye that wear the Highland tartan. * * * * * Zealous of its old renown, Hand it down without a blemish." As the eye looks along the nave up into the choir and sees the gleam of red, colours after colours, there comes the memory of words--"We have heard with our ears, O God, and our fathers have told us what work Thou didst in their days in the times of old.... Through Thee will we push down our enemies...." The unseen God who has led His people through so many and great dangers will not forsake them now. *** There is a tablet where formerly stood the door that led to Haddo's Hole, and there hangs on a pillar the flag that pertains of truth to the realm of romance. Men with their hearts hot with indignation buried it in Pretoria in 1880, and put above it the inscription "Resurgam." Afterwards the Colonel recovered it and brought it home. When war broke out again his widow restored it to the regiment--the Royal Scots Fusiliers. In 1881 that regiment was the last to leave the Transvaal; in 1900 it was the first to enter the Transvaal--as the inscription narrates. And by the direction of Lord Roberts, when Pretoria was occupied, this identical flag was run up amid the shouts of the victors. Now it rests here. "Resurgam"--it is the unquenchable spirit of an invincible nation. If only the manhood of Scotland could be gathered into this Church, under these flags, and the story they tell were put into words, pulsating with passion--then the ranks of our Army would be filled up in a week. What a lack of imagination we reveal! We teach dates, thinking we are teaching history. The only way to teach history is by flags, and all they stand for. When Douglas threw the heart of Bruce among his enemies he cried, "Lead thou on as thou wast wont and Douglas will follow thee or die." In the spirit of Douglas our fathers followed the flags, and we will follow in the steps of our fathers and face death with undaunted hearts as they were wont. There comes to us the shouting of their triumph, and we cry: "Lead on; we will follow or die." This grey church, St. Giles', is the temple of patriotism. Therefore our feet turn towards it in dark days, and we say, "Our feet shall stand within thy gates, O Jerusalem!" ***