Servants of the Guns

You sin and you suffer, and we, too, find sorrow Perchance through your sin--yet it soon will be o'er; We labour to-day and we slumber to-morrow, Strong horse and bold rider! an...

As the long troop train rumbled slowly over the water-logged wastes of Flanders, I sat in the corner of a carriage which was littered with all the _débris_ of a twenty-four hour...

_October 15, 1914._ Hospital, Bavai, France.--Woke up to find the ward seething with excitement. One of the English wounded had escaped in the night, leaving his greatcoat neatl...