screaming to the empty mists—have turned over and gone down in a moment, with every soul of their gallant companies. Yet our faith, and the fulfilment of the promise of this day, tell us that nothing has been wasted—no suffering, no sacrifices. The heroism of the martyrs of humanity has not perished from this planet, but passed into the souls of those who remain, so that none who fought for the right can ever again live for the wrong. That is what lifts war, with all its anguish and barbarities, into the "realm of glory, and gives to sorrow its recompense 'as darkness gives to night its stars.'" Therefore let us sing together to the Most High God Who through the grandeur as well as the sorrow of the times has granted to His stricken world a glorious resurrection: "Peace on earth, good will to men."
I see the congregation coming out of the Cathedral as out of a great confessional in which the soul of a whole nation in public, not that of one poor penitent in
