"How about Winnipeg?" came a voice from the crowd, and the men all laughed. It was a glorious chance to tell them of the way in which the Mother Country appreciates the splendid loyalty with which her sons beyond the seas have rallied at the Empire's call, and the Bishop was not slow to let them know that we in Great Britain rejoice to feel that the men of Canada and the men of Britain are standing shoulder to shoulder in France. And then they cheered again. "Yes, you may cheer that," he added, "while I get breath for the next sentence." He passed on to speak of the great cause of the freedom of the world for which the Empire and the Allies are fighting to-day. Canada, the great self-governing Dominion--free, and yet part of the Empire--would understand what freedom means. "Yes, you may cheer that too," the Bishop said, "while I get breath again." And then, as he turned to deeper thoughts and closed, he added: "Now we will all together say the Lord's Prayer." In a flash there was not a cap to be seen in the square, but only the bared heads of that great throng of men reverently bent forward in prayer. Then, in absolute silence, the Bishop gave the Blessing, and as he left the balcony a staff officer turned to me and said: "That is a really great man." FOOTNOTE: [4] All numerals relate to stories herein told--not to chapters from original sources. "GRAPES OF WRATH"--WITH THE "BIG PUSH" ON THE SOMME _Twenty-four Hours in the Life of a Private Soldier_ _Told by Boyd Cable, an English Author in the British Army_