the Huns get through?' In the great host that at last swept
the wolves back to their lair, the Canadians were foremost. 'We pledge
ourselves solemnly before God to keep faith with our fallen comrades,'
wrote General Currie to Sir Robert Borden, and nobly did they fulfil
the pledge. To-day when a citizen of the States begins to demonstrate
how his countrymen won the war, a Canadian produces the official
statistics from his pocket and shows how the ten millions of Canada
gave more of their sons over to death and wounds than the total
casualties of the one hundred and ten millions in the States. And it
is not surprising that Canada should have a clear vision of the ideal
of duty. The very name that their country bears lifts that young
nation into the fellowship of the highest ideal. When a name was
discussed for the new confederation an inspiration came to Sir Leonard
Tilley as he read the eighth verse of the seventy-second psalm: 'He
shall have dominion also from sea to sea, and from the river unto the
ends of the earth,' and on his initiative the name Dominion was
adopted. Not for Canada alone but for the whole Empire that name sets
forth the only ideal. The cry of 'World-dominion or death' can only be
overcome at last by the watchword 'God-dominion and Life.'

I

It is difficult for men to learn the lesson of their own most bitter
experience. Only when the Cross stands far back across the years does
its meaning and purpose faintly gleam on the minds of men. It need be
no matter for surprise that men who did not themselves stand in the
breach of death should be unable to articulate the master-word of the
future. That great word will be--Spirit. What the world gazed on for
four years of woe was the triumph of the spirit. To the men who,
footsore and limping, marched back from Mons, defeat was
incredible--their souls knew not the word. And because victory, even
as they retreated, was in their souls, they swept the enemy back from
the gates of Paris. For four years in mud and misery and defeat the
soul endured and triumphed. It was the greatest of all the soldiers of
France who said to his body as it shrank in his first battle:
'Tremblest thou? If thou knewest the dangers into which I shall this
day carry thee, thou wouldest tremble!' Often and often in these four
years the poor worn suffering body said, 'I have had enough--enough of
mud and vermin--I am fed up; I will do no more,' but when the call of