required to hold them at all costs and against all odds--makes
his achievement all the more memorable. Your sorrow must indeed
be great, and almost intolerable, but the thought of such a high
and fearless devotion will, I trust, do something to assuage it.

From Mr. William Hill, an old journalistic friend of mine:

Yesterday morning I read with regret profound, on account of the
nation's loss as well as your own, the report of the death of
your gallant son. Yesterday evening in a volume by
Watterson--which incidentally contains a sketch of the Captain
Paul Jones of history, depicted as a brilliant young man, with
charms of person and graces of manner--I read in an appreciation
of Abraham Lincoln a letter written by the great President to a
sorely-bereaved mother, which I feel it to be a duty and an
honour to recite in part to you in this hour. Lincoln wrote:

"I feel how weak and fruitless must be any words of mine which
should attempt to beguile you from a loss so overwhelming. But
I cannot refrain from tendering you the consolation that may be
found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save. I pray
that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your
bereavement and leave you only the cherished memory of the
loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have
laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of Freedom."

In Your Own Case, Lieut. Paul Jones, In The Form Of His Last
Letter And By The Testimony Of His Major, Has Left A Legacy Of
Protest And Aspiration And Example Which I Ardently Trust And
Believe Will Reinforce Powerfully The Spirit Of Regeneration, So
Long Belated, That Is Already Beginning To Influence Materially
The Britain Of Our Immediate Future. Sealed By The Sacrifice Of
His Life, The Note Of A Saner And Purer National Life Set In His
Letter By Your Son Will, Ere Half The Century Is Past, Give Us, I
Am Confident, A Stronger And Mightier Britain.

From Mrs. Denbigh Jones, Llanelly:

"Wist ye not that I must be about my Father's business?" That has
been the ideal of these brave young souls. From one great joy to
another your glorious boy led you on. He lived and moved with an
intensity and a fullness beyond our slow dreams, as if rushing to
consume everything in life worth reaching and learning