factories had literally to build from the ground up, and the very plant itself had to be created. Coal, food, guns, munitions, are being supplied with sustained energy. From across the sea the free Commonwealths of Canada, Australia, New Zealand, and South Africa, and the Indian Empire, have responded with splendid loyalty, and have sent their sons from the ends of the earth to do battle for liberty and civilization. Of Canada I can speak from personal knowledge. Canada has faced the time that tries men's souls, and with gallant heroism she has risen level to the time's need. Mighty days have come to her, and she has been equal to the mighty days. Greatness comes only through labour and courage, through the iron willingness to face sorrow and death, the tears of women and the blood of men, if only thereby it is possible to serve a lofty ideal. Canada has won that honourable place among the nations of the past and the present which can only come to the people whose sons are willing and able to dare and do and die at need. The spirit shown by her sister-commonwealths is the same. High of heart and undaunted of soul the men and women of the British Islands and of the whole British Empire now front the crisis that is upon them. THEODORE ROOSEVELT _From "Fear God and Take Your Own Part"--Copyright, 1916. By permission of George II. Doran Company_ TO THE MEMORY OF FIELD-MARSHAL EARL KITCHENER BORN, JUNE 24TH, 1850 DIED ON SERVICE, JUNE 5TH, 1916 Soldier of England, you who served her well And in that service, silent and apart, Achieved a name that never lost its spell Over your country's heart;-- Who saw your work accomplished ere at length Shadows of evening fell, and creeping Time Had bent your stature or resolved the strength That kept its manhood prime;-- Great was your life, and great the end you made, As through the plunging seas that whelmed your head Your spirit passed, unconquered, unafraid, To join the gallant dead. But not by death that spell could pass away That fixed our gaze upon the far-off goal, Who, by your magic, stand in arms to-day A nation one and whole, Now doubly pledged to bring your vision true Of darkness vanquished and the dawn set free In that full triumph which your faith foreknew But might not live to see. SIR OWEN SEAMAN _Reprinted by permission of London "Punch"_ KITCHENER OF KHARTOUM Weep, waves of England! Nobler clay Was ne'er to nobler grave consigned; The wild waves weep with us to-day Who mourn a nation's master mind. We hoped an honoured age for him, And ashes laid with England's great; And rapturous music, and the dim Deep hush that veils our Tomb of State.