IT is with great pleasure I accede to the request of Canon Scott to write a foreword to his book.
    I first heard of my friend and comrade after the second battle of Ypres when he accompanied his beloved Canadians to Bethune after their glorious stand in that poisonous gap—which in my own mind he immortalized in verse:-

O England of our fathers, and England of our sons,
Above the roar of battling hosts, the thunder of the guns,
A mother’s voice was calling us, we heard it oversea,
The blood which thou didst give us, is the blood we spill for thee.

Little did I think when I first saw him that he could possibly, at his time of life, bear the rough and tumble of the heaviest fighting in history, and come through with buoyancy of spirit younger men envied and older men recognized as the sign and fruit of self-forgetfulness and the inspiration and cheering of others.
    Always in the thick of the fighting, bearing almost a charmed life, ignoring any suggestion that he should be posted to a softer job “further back,” he held on to the very end.
    The last time I saw him was in a hospital at Etaples badly wounded, yet cheery as ever—having done his duty nobly.
    All the Canadians in France knew him, and his devotion and fearlessness were known all along the line, and his poems will, I am bold to prophesy, last longer in the ages to come than most of the histories of the war.
    I feel sure that his book—if anything like himself—will interest and inspire all who read it.


Bishop of Khartoum,
Deputy Chaplain General
To the C. of E. Chaplains
in France
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