his father: "I have not been sent here to die: I am to fight: I offer my
life for future generations; I shall not die, I shall merely change my
direction. He who walks before us is so great that we cannot lose Him
from sight."

A simple French boy, grievously wounded, is dying in the ambulance. He
is a Protestant The nurse who bends over him is a Catholic sister. She
writes down his words as they fall slowly from his lips: "O my God, let
Thy will be done and not mine. O my God, Thou knowest that I never
wished war, but that I have fought because it was Thy will; I offered my
life so that peace might prevail. O my God, I pray for all my dear
ones, ... father, mother, brothers, sisters. Give a hundredfold to
those nurses for all they have done for me. I pray for them one and
all."

Here, in the midst of carnage and confusion, horror and death, was
perfect peace, the triumph of immortality.

What then shall we say of the new teachers and masters, the cynical
lords of materialism and misrule, who tell us that they are going to
banish this outworn superstition and all others like it from the mind of
man? They are going to make a new world in which men shall walk by
sight, and not by faith; a world in which universal happiness shall be
produced by the forcible division of material goods, and brotherhood
promoted by the simple expedient of killing those whom they dislike; a
world in which there shall be neither nation, God, nor Church, nor
anywhere a thought of any life but this which ends in the grave. It is a
mad dream of wild and reckless men. But it threatens evil to all the
world. Do you remember what happened when the French Revolution took
that course, abolished the Sabbath, defiled the Churches, broke down the