The presence of the Field Marshal, who may be called the father of the Association, attracted many who, perhaps, have not been identified with the movement. All who attended were repaid by getting a sight of the man of the hour in South Africa, and listening to his speech of introduction. In well-chosen words he gave a brief outline of the founding of the Association, its growth from the Total Abstinence Association first founded in India, and the gradual broadening of its scope and purposes. He told of the influence of the A.T.A. in the army, how it was free from prejudice and sectarianism, and he pointed out to the soldiers the advantages of joining. Every member was known to his commanding officer, and for important posts men were often chosen because of this membership. The soldiers who filled the body of the hall dwelt on every word that fell from the lips of the man they loved. When he spoke of the "Army it was now his great honour to command," the Field Marshal showed his depth of feeling in his voice. He was proud to be the leader of "the best-behaved army in the world"; he spoke of the splendid way in which the troops had marched, of how uncomplainingly they had endured the hardships of the campaign and how well they had fought. In a half-joking manner he spoke of them as having all been members of the A.T.A. Modder River water was all they had to drink, and sometimes little of that. In a graceful way the Field Marshal thanked the people of Bloemfontein for the interest shown by their attendance, and he expressed his gratitude to Miss Fraser and Mr. Lodge for voluntarily helping the success of the meeting with their songs. Constantly the soldiers interrupted the speech with applause, and when Lord Roberts had concluded, it was some time before it died away. * * * * * VOICES FROM OVER THE SEA. BY G. SIMES, OF ROBERTS'S HORSE. Though thirteen thousand miles of foam Divide us from the land That bred our sires, yet we their sons With you united stand, And in this year of warring strife From over all the earth We haste to help the grand old land That gave our fathers birth. From inland plain, from mountain height, From city and from coast, From divers ends of all the earth, From the dear land we boast Our proud descent; and never where Our language may be spoken Shall the strong tie that binds us to Our mother land be broken. All round the world we live in lands Thy enterprise has won, And when the day with you is past With us the rising sun Brings light to carry on the work Bequeathed to us by Thee; We make and shape an Empire that Extends from sea to sea. The same clear head, the same firm tread And independent air That made all other men seem mean Who with thy sons compare; The same cool, prudent common-sense And strong decision that Conquer with the tools of peace Or weapons of defence.