War Letters of a Public-School BoyJones, Henry Paul Mainwaring
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War Letters of a Public-School Boy
Jones, Henry Paul Mainwaring
World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives, British
Thinking of your great sorrow over the loss of that splendid boy
of yours, there came to my mind that passage in _Macbeth_ where
Ross tells old Siward:
"Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt;
He only lived but till he was a man;
The which no sooner had his prowess confirmed
In the unshrinking station where he fought,
But like a man he died.
SIWARD: Had he his hurts before?
ROSS: Ay, on the front.
SIWARD: Why, then, God's soldier be he!"
From the editor of a London daily newspaper:
It is infinitely tragic to hear day by day of this waste of the
life of brilliant young men who were the hope of the future. And
yet we must not say that it is waste. If we say that, then there
is no mitigation of the sorrow. The price is appalling, but we
must believe that it is being paid for a treasure the world
cannot live without; and if that treasure is won, your sorrow
will at least be assuaged by the thought that it is not in vain,
and that what you have lost the world has gained.
From a friend and colleague on the _Daily Chronicle_:
My wife idolised Paul for his lovableness and nobility. The
vision we had of him in his splendid youth has been made
unforgettable by his glorious sacrifice.
From a Welsh editor:
The memory of Paul's rare and great qualities and the definite
promise he gave of a very brilliant career will ever remain
fragrantly in your hearts and in those of your friends who had
the happiness to know him.
From an Irish editor:
I was impressed no less by his unaffected modesty than by his
evident ability and high character. Many as have been the
brilliant young lives lost in this war, there can have been but
few which carried such high promise as his.
From a Scottish journalist:
The Greeks summed up human virtue in a phrase which can hardly be
bettered--[Greek: kalos kai agathos]. In the promise of his life,
and even more in the grandeur of his death, your son was [Greek:
kalos kai agathos].
From a Dulwich schoolboy:
I can say nothing beyond this, that I feel certain Dulwich will
not forget.
From his uncle, Mr. Brinley R. Jones, Llanelly:
What pride to have reared such a son and to know that he felt
that the greatest thing in life was to lay all on the altar of
his country! And to think of the gallant band whom he has
joined--W. G. C. Gladstone, Rupert Brooke, Raymond Asquith,
Donald Hankey, and many more.
"And ofttime cometh our wise Lord God,
Master of every trade,
And tells them tales of His daily toil,
Of Edens newly made;
And they rise to their feet as He passes by,
Gentlemen unafraid."
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