support of his widowed mother's old age; the scape-grace of the family,
and the one on whom all its hopes centred.


=The Chaplains of the British Army.=

And with them went the best that the Church could send. A noble band of
chaplains has our British army. Men like the venerable Dr. Edgehill, the
Chaplain-General--the soldier's preacher, _par excellence_. Men like the
Rev. A.W.B. Watson, who nearly killed himself by his acts of
self-sacrifice on behalf of the men in the Soudan campaign.

Distinguished clergymen, Presbyterian and Wesleyan ministers, Army
Scripture readers, agents of the Soldiers' Christian Association--all
wanted to go; and the difficulty was not to find the men, but to choose
among so many.

And so men of war and men of peace, soldiers of the Queen and soldiers
of the King of kings, found themselves together on the shores of South
Africa, sharing each other's dangers, privations and fatigues, all of
them loyal to their Queen, and each of them doing his work to the best
of his ability.

And the prayers of Christian England were with them night and day. What
wonder that through the army went a wave of Christian influence such as
had never been felt before.

And then from the Colonies they came. Australia and Canada sent their
choicest and their best. From the dusky sons of the British Empire in
India came representatives also. South Africa itself had its own goodly