have had a rough time."

And this was his reply: "They copped me, worse luck, before I had a pot at
them."

You can't beat these boys of yours, the nation's boys, the best boys of
our homes, the flower of our manhood, the noblest and the dearest that God
ever gave to a people. These boys, they are worth everything in the world,
and there is _nothing_ you and I can do will ever repay them for what they
are doing for you and for me.

* * * * *

When the great end of the day comes, the greatest joy of all will be the
joy of knowing you have tried to make somebody else's life happy. It is
the flowers that you have made grow in unlikely places that will tell--not
how much money you have made, not how big a house you have lived in, not
how popular you were in the world of letters, of science, of finance,
but--how many burdens have you lifted? How many dark hearts have you
lightened? You can't do too much for your boys. Remember what they are
doing for you. Remember the lives that are being laid down for you.

I shook hands with a boy a little while ago in Scarborough, and he said,
"I believe I hold the record for having lost most in the war. I have lost
five brothers, my sister was killed in the war, and my mother died of a
broken heart through grief, but," he said, "I'll give my next week's pay,
sir, towards this new hut."

Another boy, when I was making my appeal, said, "I've been wounded and I
am discharged. I'll give my next week's pay," and up jumped a war-widow
and she said, "I'll give my next week's pension."

I was talking in Doncaster, and I had a batch of wounded men from one of
the local hospitals--a batch of twenty dressed in blue--and every one of
them gave something; and when I looked round and said, "Boys, why are you
giving?" one said, "Well, sir, we're grateful for what it did for us when
we were there."

People say, "What are you going to do with the huts after the war?" We
want to pick them up, and bring them back to this country and put one down
in every parish in the land, so that when the boys do come back they will
still have the Y.M.C.A. hut to go into, so that they can still keep up the
spirit of unity.

Woe be to the man who goes into the hut and tries to preach sectarianism.
The Y.M.C.A. is creating a spirit of unity amongst the boys, and that is
going on all the time. I want the limitations to vanish at home. I want
the ecclesiastical barriers to go. When