er, a mockery, or we have been
fighting this war in a wrong way. We have not been trusting to God for
strength, and what is more, the best men in our Army and Navy realize
it. Take the two men who, humanly speaking, have the affairs of this
war most largely in their hands: Admiral Beatty and Sir William
Robertson. What did Sir William Robertson say to one of the heads of
the Church of Jesus Christ in England? "Make the men religious,
Bishop," he said, "make the men religious." Have you seen that letter
he wrote? "We are trusting too much in horsemen and chariots, trusting
too much in the arm of flesh, and when the nation depends more on
spiritual forces, we shall be nearer victory." What did Admiral Beatty
say in that remarkable letter he wrote only a little while ago? "When
England looks out with humbler eyes, and with prayer on her lips, then
she can begin to count the days towards the end." Does England believe
that? "Not by might, nor by power, but by my Spirit, saith the Lord of
Hosts." Does the British Government believe that? Do the people
believe it? Do the Churches believe it?'

'But we must have might, and we must have power,' I urged.

'Of course we must. No one would think of denying it. But primarily,
_primarily_, our great hope, our great confidence is not in material
forces, but in spiritual. That is the point to which we as a nation
must get back, and when we do, the hosts of German militarism will
become but as thistledown. That is the call of God in these days, that
is what this war should do for our country, it should bring us back to
realities, bring us to God. Is it doing that, Captain Luscombe?'

'You know as well as I,' I replied. 'I have not been home for a long
time.'

'I shall see presently,' he said, for by this time the shores of
England were becoming more and more plain to us. 'Of course, while I
was at home during my training, I did not realize things as I do now;
my eyes had not been opened. But I shall study England in the light of
the New Testament.'

'You will have a busy time,' I laughed.

'I suppose I am to have a commission, sir,' he said just before leaving
the boat, 'and I am to go away into an Officers' Training Corps at
once. But I have your address and you shall hear from me.'

That same night I wrote a letter to Lorna Bolivick, telling her of my
arrival in England, and informing her that in all probability Edgecumbe
would be in the country for som