call to us assigned;
And you shall reap, ungrudged, in happier years
The harvest of our blood and tears.

Only--when this long fight is done,
And, breathing Freedom's purer air,
You share the vantage we have won--
Think not the honour, too, to share;
The honour shall be theirs and theirs alone
By whom the thrall was overthrown.

Meanwhile a boon: if not your swords,
Give us your sympathy at need;
Show us the friendship which affords
At least to let its pockets bleed;
And get your tradesmen kindly to forgo
Their traffic with a common foe.

O. S.

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HISTORY'S REPETITIONS.

[_It may be interesting to compare modern war items with some which
have been culled from our own contemporary records of the past._]

From _The Early British Weekly, circ._ 50 B.C.:--

The Chief Druid's Fund to provide woad for our gallant troops at the
Front continues to progress.

Tried yesterday for flint-and-steel signalling to the enemy, a Roman spy
was convicted and axed.

News from Rome continues to show that the capital of the enemy is
growing very uneasy. A force of special lictors has been enrolled to
keep order in the event of a popular rising.

An account of the fighting by an Eye-Witness with the Headquarters of
CASSIVELAUNUS appears on another page.

From _The Saxon Chronicle_, 878 A.D.:--

KING ALFRED has given his patronage to a scheme for sending comforts to
our troops in the trenches. Contributions are already pouring in, and it
is said that the KING was particularly touched by a gift of
confectionery from the wife of a humble neatherd.

From _The Saxon Standard_, 1065 A.D.:--

The Norman Lie Factory continues to try to frighten us by means of
invasion stories. The latest tale of terror is to the effect that a
great army is to be landed at Hastings before we know where we are. We
are to be crushed under the mailed fist of Normandy. The General Staff
of KING HAROLD can, we think, be trusted to deal with such
dangers--_when_ they come.

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UNWRITTEN LETTERS TO THE KAISER.

NO. IX.

(_From General VON BERNHARDI._)

ALL-HIGHEST WAR LORD,--To have received from you a letter written in
your own gracious and weapon-bearing hand is an honourable privilege,
under the weight of which many a General might have felt his knees
tremble, and I confess that I too, though used to your Maj