Chapter XIX: Epilogue

_The day's high work is over and done,
And these no more will need the sun:
Blow, you bugles of England, blow!_

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_That her Name like a sun among stars might glow
Till the dusk of time with honour and worth:
That, stung by the lust and the pain of battle,
The One Race ever might starkly spread
And the One Flag eagle it overhead!
In a rapture of wrath and faith and pride,
Thus they felt it and thus they died._

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_Blow, you bugles of England, blow!_

W. E. HENLEY: "THE LAST POST."

The circumstances in which Lieutenant H. P. M. Jones met his death are described in the following letters sent to me by Major Haslam, his commanding officer, and Corporal Jenkins, the N.C.O. in his Tank:

_August 2nd, 1917._

Your son went into action with his Tank, together with the
remainder of the company, in the early morning of July 31st. He
was killed by a bullet whilst advancing. From the evidence of his
crew I gather he was unconscious for a short time, then died
peacefully. I knew your son before he joined the Tanks. We were
both in the 2nd Cavalry Brigade together. I was delighted when he
joined my company. No officer of mine was more popular. He was
efficient, very keen, and a most gallant gentleman. His crew
loved him and would follow him anywhere. Such men as he are few
and far between. I am certain he didn't know what fear was.
Please accept the sympathy of the whole company and myself in
your great loss. We shall ever honour his memory.

J. C. HASLAM (MAJOR),
No. 7 Compy., "C" Battn., Tank Corps.

Corporal D. C. Jenkins wrote:

I have been asked by your son's crew to write to you, as I was
his N.C.O. in the Tank. Your son, Lieut. H. P. M. Jones, was shot
by a sniper. The bullet passed through the port-hole and entered
your son's brain. Death was almost instantaneous. I and
Lance-Corporal Millward, his driver, did all we could for your
son, but he was beyond human help. His death is deeply felt not
only by his own crew, but by the whole section. His crew miss him
very much. It was a treat to have him on parade with us, as he
was so jolly. We all loved him. Fate was against us to lose your
son. He was the best officer in our company, and never will be
replaced by one like him. I and the rest of the crew hope that
you will accept our deepest sympathy in your sorrow.

Paul Jones had touched life at so many points--Dulwich College, the athletic world, the Army, journalism, the House of Commons, and Wales--that the news of his death caused grief in far-extending circles. Of the hundreds of letters of condolence that reached us I propose to reproduce a few here. They are unvarying in their testimony to his idealism, his personal charm and the nobility of his nature. Extracts from his last letter, published in the _Daily Chronicle_, the _Western Mail_, Cardiff, and _Public Opinion_, attracted considerable attention.

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Lieutenant Jack Donaldson, who, as an A.S.C. officer, was attached to the 2nd Cavalry Brigade in the winter of 1916-17, wrote:

OFFICERS' MESS,
HARROWBY CAMP,
GRANTHAM.
_August 6th, 1917._

It was with the very deepest sorrow that I read in to-day's paper
of the death of your son in action. As you know, he worked under
me throughout the greater part of last winter. He was the first
subaltern, if I may so express it, I ever had, for he worked
under me though he was actually senior in point of rank. He was
also the best and most loyal one I could wish for. Far more than
that, he was a most interesting and lovable companion and friend.
In fact, when he left us the gap created in our mess was one that
became more noticeable every day. Intellectually, he was a great
loss to us, for his interests were extremely broad and his views
original. But far more than that, there was a sort of bigness
about him. He was an idealist, and the rarer sort, the sort that
carries its theories into practice.

We all laughed at him and at some of the things he did and the
scruples he had, but in our hearts I think we all honoured and
loved him for them. For without forcing it in any way upon others
he himself followed a code of honour that differed from, and was
stricter than, that of the world around him. He was quixotic,
especially in anything to do with money, and often to his own
personal loss. I think we were all the better for having known
him. He seemed hardly to think of himself at all.

No man I ever met was more censorious of his own actions, or more
obstinate in his defence of any principle or theory he was
advocating in argument, no matter how hare-brained it might seem.
We used to spend hours arguing over anything, from free-will to
the "loose-head." I knew, of course, how much he disliked the
class of work (requisitioning of local supplies) he was doing for
me, though no one could have worked harder and few have done it
better; but the commercialism of it was abhorrent to him. It was
his duty to drive a hard bargain and to be one too many for a
knave, and while he did his best to fulfil it he disliked the
task.

I took him down on his first interview for the Tanks, and again
on his transfer; and though I had no share in getting him the
latter, I don't know that I should regret it if I had. For I saw
him several times afterwards. I had a couple of joy-rides in his
land-ship, and I and all others who met him could not but remark
how happy he was. After the Arras show I believe he was simply
radiant. He has died the death he would have chosen and in a good
cause. Many a time he said to me that he was sure he would never
survive the war, and that he did not, for himself, greatly care,
for he was not built for a mercenary age. We may be sure that all
is well with him where he lies.

I last saw him at Poperinghe about a month ago. He was full of
spirits then, though under unpleasant enough conditions. Since
then my transfer, applied for at the same time as his, has come
through. I was so looking forward to another meeting with him
later in France.

From Captain Maurice Drucquer, barrister-at-law, now serving in the A.S.C.:

I want to tell you how grieved I was to hear of the loss of your
son. He received his commission the same day as I did, and we
were posted to the same station. I only enjoyed his company for
three months, as he was sent abroad. During that short period he
had endeared himself to all of us, his brother officers, though
we were many years his senior in age. What appealed to me most in
Paul was the combination in him of boyhood and manhood. There was
not the slightest attempt at pretence, not the slightest sign of
precociousness, no desire to ape the tone or the airs of those
among whom he worked. On another side of his character he was in
every respect a man. He tackled all problems of a serious nature
with a grasp of the subject which might well be the envy of a
thoughtful man. One could not enter into conversation with him
without at once perceiving that he must have given much thought
and study to the everyday affairs of life. His knowledge of
literature was great, and one was surprised, even abashed, at his
store. His hours off duty were spent well and wisely. A certain
period was always given to healthy exercise, and then would come,
almost as a matter of course, hours of fruitful reading. The
affectionate part of his nature came out in his relations with
the people with whom he lodged. He earned the affection of the
whole household, and the lady of the house has often told me that
she loved him like her own sons. I saw much in Paul that I cannot
put into writing, and I think he had the spirit to see certain
truths which we see all too dimly.

Mr. George Smith, M.A., Headmaster of Dulwich College since the autumn of 1914, writes:

It was with deep regret that I learned of Paul's death, and I
feel most sincerely for you all in your great sorrow. As you
know, I was brought very closely into touch with him as soon as I
came to Dulwich. He was the captain of the XV and of the football
of the College during my first year; and I relied on him mainly
for the organising and inspiring of the games. There his energy
and keenness were invaluable to us. Then, as a prefect, he used
to bring his essays every week; and I was greatly impressed by
his intellectual power and promise. I remember how full his
essays were of matter; how ready he was to grasp and to originate
new ideas; how vividly and emphatically he expressed himself. We
looked forward to a brilliant and useful career for him. But it
was not to be. It is very hard to lose him. But he has done his
duty; and he leaves behind him a memory that we of the old school
must especially cherish and honour.

The Reverend A. H. Gilkes, Vicar of St. Mary Magdalene, Oxford, formerly Headmaster of Dulwich College, in a touching tribute to the "noble character of your brave, dear and able son," said: "I sympathise with you fully and deeply. It means little, I know, to you in your trouble, but I trust it means something, that your son was so much loved and admired, and is so sadly missed by so many. He was fearless, strong and capable, and his heart was as soft and kind as a heart can be. I thought that he would do great things; and indeed, sad though it is, I do not know that he could have done a greater."

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Mr. J. A. Joerg, principal of the Modern Side, Dulwich College, a gentleman of German antecedents, for whom my son had a high and an unalterable regard, wrote:

It was with the greatest horror that I read of the fall in action
of your hero-son Paul. I read his noble character during the many
years he was with me, and I recognised and admired the great
sense of justice and duty and loyalty that were such prominent
features with him. His deep gratitude for anything that was done
for him will always be remembered by me. He was a noble boy. I
shall always reverence his memory.

Mr. P. Hope, Classical master at Dulwich, to whom Paul owed much when studying English literature, and whom he always recalled with affection, sent me a pen-picture of my son limned with insight and love:

_August 18th, 1917._

I have heard with deep sorrow and distress of the death of your
dear son, H. P. M. Jones, killed in action. Your son was never in
the Classical Sixth at Dulwich College, and so was not directly a
pupil of mine. But he often came to me for advice and help, and
we often talked together about many things. I always cherished a
real regard and admiration for him and his sterling qualities and
great ability. He was a most kind-hearted and generous-minded
boy, one who had the best interests of the school at heart, one
who never spared himself if he could in any way render a service
to his team or to the school as a whole; one who could be relied
on to act loyally, faithfully and conscientiously in all that he
did; one who would place duty before all other considerations. He
was an indefatigable worker, a boy of great power and promise,
and, so far as we could prophesy, was sure to achieve a high and
distinguished position for himself in the world later on. He was
greatly beloved by the boys, his own school-fellows, and honoured
and respected by all his masters.

I well remember how he gave up hour after hour of his own time
out of school to the training of the XV; how he would throw
himself heart and soul into the heavy work connected with the
organisation of the school football and games generally, and how
he would do all in his power to make things happier and easier
for the boys with whose welfare he was entrusted. He was indeed,
as he grew older, just one of those men whom we could least of
all spare in these days, the very embodiment in himself of all
that is best in the public-school spirit, the very incarnation of
self-sacrifice and devotion. I cannot tell you how much we shall
miss him at the College among the Old Boys. There is no name or
memory that we shall hold more dear than that of your much-loved
son. He has died, even as he lived, in fulfilment of the high
ideal which he set before him, and there could be no nobler or
more glorious death.

Though our loss is great, yours is unspeakably greater. Our
hearts go out to you in reverent sympathy. As we think of the
dear ones who have made the great sacrifice for us, it is hard to
fix our thoughts on the contemplation of their shining example,
to find satisfaction in the assurance that their memory and their
inspiration can never die. It is so human and so natural that we
should miss them in their actual presence in our midst; and
their absence leaves such a hideous gap in our lives which
nothing can ever fill. But maybe as the days go by we shall
understand more clearly the real value of their sacrifice and
their life and death.

"Salute the sacred dead,
Who went and who return not--
Say not so!
We rather seem the dead
That stayed behind."

Your son was a truly good, simple-hearted, modest, gallant man:
he has contributed his part to the making of the new world which
we all pray will follow after the war--the new rule of
righteousness and peace. He shall not be without his reward; and
you, too, who have taught him from childhood and filled his mind
with your own ideals, may remember him with pride as having
fulfilled the highest aspirations which you had formed for him.

Mr. E. H. Gropius, who was captain of the school in 1914, when my son was at the head of the Modern Side, writes:

Paul was a friend of mine long before he reached the brilliant
position he held when he left Dulwich. During his last two terms
I got to know him still better and to admire him more, not only
for his intellectual and athletic brilliance, but for his solid
qualities, his strength of character and sound judgment. He was
one of the best footer captains we have had, and he never once
put his own personal feelings before the good of the school. As
for in-school footer, he absolutely reformed it. Not that footer
is the most important thing in a man's life. But if a man can
play as he did, he must be a sportsman; and Paul died as he
lived, a great sportsman. He could quite easily have kept in the
A.S.C., but he preferred to do more. It is men like he was that
we need most, but even if he is not with us his memory is. His
influence at school was enormous; to all who knew him that
influence will remain a powerful factor in their lives. Though
we had hoped to be up in Oxford together, it could not be. Had he
gone up his genius would certainly have made its mark.

When I think of my last year and the great times we had at
Dulwich, it seems impossible that I shan't see Paul again. He was
absolutely one of the best, the very best. But I am sure he would
not wish us to be over-miserable on his account. His last letter
gives a perfect picture of his mind and character. I really
believe that he did welcome the war, not as a war, but because it
gave him, as well as others, the chance of seeing things in their
true light.... When I saw Mrs. Bamkin a few weeks ago we talked
very intimately about Paul. She knew him only through her own boy
who was killed in July, 1915, and through what other fellows and
myself had said--and we came to the conclusion that Paul's was
one of the finest characters of my time at school.... He inspired
in me all the highest feelings. His example will help us on and
he will live among us still.

A young German, Mr. Gerald Roederwald, a fellow-student with my son in the Modern Sixth, wrote:

I did not think that Paul would ever be able to get into the
firing-line at all, but it was just like him to seek the thick of
danger. Reading his last letter it seemed to me just as though we
were still at school together in the midst of an argument. Often
have I thought of "H. P. M." as we used to call him at school. We
all liked him. What a career his would surely have been! It was
an accepted tradition amongst us that old "H. P. M." would one
day astonish the world. Those who knew him well derived great
benefit from his cultured mind. I myself owe more than I can
express to your son's influence over me. No one who came near him
could help coming under the spell of his personality. His
remarkable intellectual gifts made us feel that he was our
superior. Not only that, his great stature seemed to be the
essence of his whole being. I mean that everything about him was
on a large scale. Nature had gifted him with a generous, open
mind, which was incapable of taking in anything that was small or
mean. Whenever Paul spoke to me his eyes seemed to probe into the
depths of my whole being. As long as I live I shall never forget
him. His spirit is with me always, for it is to him that I owe my
first real insight into Life.

From Mr. Raymond T. Young, Felsted School:

I knew Paul as a small boy at Brightlands ten years ago. He was
in my form and had already begun to show great promise
intellectually and as a sound and splendid boy. Afterwards I came
across him when he played such a fine game for the Dulwich Rugger
side. Had he been spared, I quite think he would have taken a
"Blue" at forward for Oxford. You must comfort yourselves with
the constant thought that you have given for England one whose
whole life was as perfect and true as it was full of promise of
great things; and also you must be very proud of having had so
much to give.

The Master of Balliol (Mr. Arthur L. Smith), writing on 21st August, 1917, said:

In sending you the official condolences of the college on the
death of your brilliant son, I should like also to express
personally my own feelings of the very successful career that was
open to him at Oxford, which, like so many of our best young
scholars, he gave up without a moment's hesitation to serve his
country and the world in this great crisis. Such a change is
surely not all loss if we could see things in their true
proportion and in their realities; but meantime the loss must
indeed be severe to you, because you must have been justly proud
of him on so many grounds. I remember how he struck me in the
scholarship examination by the excellent way in which he put some
very vigorous good sense, particularly on the subject of the
character of Oliver Cromwell; and I see that my notes refer to
him as "showing much vivacity of expression," "sound reading,"
"strong mental grasp and excellent arrangement and method." He
also made "a most pleasing and favourable impression in 'viva
voce.'" He would have been a very leading and, in the best sense,
popular man in the college. His last letter is one of the finest
even of the many fine letters that have been written under such
circumstances during the last few years.

A high official at the War Office wrote:

In this great and cruel crisis I have had before me many things
which have evoked the deepest sympathy of my heart; but I know of
nothing which has distressed me more than the sad blow which you
have received. Your son's whole life and his outlook on life
appealed to me in a remarkable way. There was nothing mean or
small in his physical form or his mental equipment; and his fine,
strong joy of life, and his love for the everlasting ideals made
an impression on my mind which will not readily be erased. It is
not so well known as it should be how manfully he overcame every
obstacle to make himself the most perfect defender of his country
and how ardently he strove with a hero's heart to place his
glorious gifts upon the altar of his country. He was all that the
most exacting paternal standards could demand. Now that his sun
has gone down while it is yet day, with all its brilliant past
and all its brilliant prospects, I join with your many friends in
the sincere and heartfelt hope that the courage, consolation and
pride which come to those who have "nurtured the brave to do
brave things" may be yours in largest measure in your hour of
sore trial.

From Mr. Lionel Jones, Science headmaster, Birmingham Technical School:

I believe ours was the first house Paul visited, and I have
followed his career with interest and with, indeed, a sense of
pride. We had expected him to do great things; yet he has done
greater, for his last letter shows he had grasped the inner
meanings of Life and Death more clearly than we do, and was
content to sink the lesser in the greater Being.

From Mr. Hugh Spender, Parliamentary correspondent of the _Westminster Gazette_:

I had the privilege of meeting your son, and I shall always carry
a very lively recollection of him. He was so modest that I did
not realise what a distinguished college career he had had. But
he impressed me very vividly with the strength of his
personality, remarkable in one so young. There was an air of
radiant gaiety about him which sprang from a pure heart and a
lofty purpose. I realised that he must have had a very great
influence for good. This thought must be a great consolation to
you in your grief. Here was a life "sans peur et sans reproche,"
a light to brighten the footsteps of every man who knew of him.

A well-known Professor, himself a Balliol history scholar, wrote:

I only met your son once, but I liked him much, and from the time
he got the Brakenbury the promise of his future career at Balliol
had a very special interest for me. I felt sure he was destined
to do great things. It is tragic to know that that destiny will
now never be realised; but he has done greater things; he has
done the greatest thing of all. That he should have joined the
Army so early and pressed for transfer to the machine-gun
corps--a unit which occupies posts of the greatest danger, and is
required to hold them at all costs and against all odds--makes
his achievement all the more memorable. Your sorrow must indeed
be great, and almost intolerable, but the thought of such a high
and fearless devotion will, I trust, do something to assuage it.

From Mr. William Hill, an old journalistic friend of mine:

Yesterday morning I read with regret profound, on account of the
nation's loss as well as your own, the report of the death of
your gallant son. Yesterday evening in a volume by
Watterson--which incidentally contains a sketch of the Captain
Paul Jones of history, depicted as a brilliant young man, with
charms of person and graces of manner--I read in an appreciation
of Abraham Lincoln a letter written by the great President to a
sorely-bereaved mother, which I feel it to be a duty and an
honour to recite in part to you in this hour. Lincoln wrote:

"I feel how weak and fruitless must be any words of mine which
should attempt to beguile you from a loss so overwhelming. But
I cannot refrain from tendering you the consolation that may be
found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save. I pray
that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your
bereavement and leave you only the cherished memory of the
loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have
laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of Freedom."

In Your Own Case, Lieut. Paul Jones, In The Form Of His Last
Letter And By The Testimony Of His Major, Has Left A Legacy Of
Protest And Aspiration And Example Which I Ardently Trust And
Believe Will Reinforce Powerfully The Spirit Of Regeneration, So
Long Belated, That Is Already Beginning To Influence Materially
The Britain Of Our Immediate Future. Sealed By The Sacrifice Of
His Life, The Note Of A Saner And Purer National Life Set In His
Letter By Your Son Will, Ere Half The Century Is Past, Give Us, I
Am Confident, A Stronger And Mightier Britain.

From Mrs. Denbigh Jones, Llanelly:

"Wist ye not that I must be about my Father's business?" That has
been the ideal of these brave young souls. From one great joy to
another your glorious boy led you on. He lived and moved with an
intensity and a fullness beyond our slow dreams, as if rushing to
consume everything in life worth reaching and learning in the
given time. The intoxication of life which possessed him will
shine for ever in your memory, as it was not of earth. He scaled
the topmost crags of duty, and now his young voice still calls to
us "far up the heights."

My son's nurse, for whom he had a warm and abiding affection, married Mr. W. W. Jones, of Llanelly, who wrote:

On behalf of my wife, his devoted and loving nurse Nan, and
myself, we extend to you our most heartfelt and sincere sympathy
in this great catastrophe of your lives through the death in
action of your dear son Paul, whilst fighting for the rights of
justice, humanity and freedom. He died like the hero he was. My
wife was greatly distressed and painfully grieved when she learnt
of the cruel loss you have sustained. Paul's name was a household
word in our home. She always spoke of him as such a noble,
unselfish and virtuous boy, good in spirit, great of heart. It is
hard that he should be taken, his life already so rich in
achievements and with its promise of a brilliant and golden
future. By his death it is not only you, his parents, who will
suffer; but Paul, being in himself a great democrat--which in
these days we can ill afford to lose--the democracies of the
world will suffer by the loss of such a gallant and noble
gentleman.

From a man of letters:

Thinking of your great sorrow over the loss of that splendid boy
of yours, there came to my mind that passage in _Macbeth_ where
Ross tells old Siward:

"Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt;
He only lived but till he was a man;
The which no sooner had his prowess confirmed
In the unshrinking station where he fought,
But like a man he died.
SIWARD: Had he his hurts before?
ROSS: Ay, on the front.
SIWARD: Why, then, God's soldier be he!"

From the editor of a London daily newspaper:

It is infinitely tragic to hear day by day of this waste of the
life of brilliant young men who were the hope of the future. And
yet we must not say that it is waste. If we say that, then there
is no mitigation of the sorrow. The price is appalling, but we
must believe that it is being paid for a treasure the world
cannot live without; and if that treasure is won, your sorrow
will at least be assuaged by the thought that it is not in vain,
and that what you have lost the world has gained.

From a friend and colleague on the _Daily Chronicle_:

My wife idolised Paul for his lovableness and nobility. The
vision we had of him in his splendid youth has been made
unforgettable by his glorious sacrifice.

From a Welsh editor:

The memory of Paul's rare and great qualities and the definite
promise he gave of a very brilliant career will ever remain
fragrantly in your hearts and in those of your friends who had
the happiness to know him.

From an Irish editor:

I was impressed no less by his unaffected modesty than by his
evident ability and high character. Many as have been the
brilliant young lives lost in this war, there can have been but
few which carried such high promise as his.

From a Scottish journalist:

The Greeks summed up human virtue in a phrase which can hardly be
bettered--[Greek: kalos kai agathos]. In the promise of his life,
and even more in the grandeur of his death, your son was [Greek:
kalos kai agathos].

From a Dulwich schoolboy:

I can say nothing beyond this, that I feel certain Dulwich will
not forget.

From his uncle, Mr. Brinley R. Jones, Llanelly:

What pride to have reared such a son and to know that he felt
that the greatest thing in life was to lay all on the altar of
his country! And to think of the gallant band whom he has
joined--W. G. C. Gladstone, Rupert Brooke, Raymond Asquith,
Donald Hankey, and many more.

"And ofttime cometh our wise Lord God,
Master of every trade,
And tells them tales of His daily toil,
Of Edens newly made;
And they rise to their feet as He passes by,
Gentlemen unafraid."

The tears came to my eyes, tears of joy and pride, when I read
the extract from Paul's wonderful letter to Hal. We had looked
forward to Paul serving England in his life--great service for
which his transcendent gifts seemed to mark him out. It has been
ordained, however, that his service is by way of Calvary. We can
only wonder what it all means.

A colleague of mine in the Press Gallery wrote:

He was a fine fellow and you had good reason to be proud of him.
I was greatly struck by his last letter. It breathes a splendid
spirit and reminds me of a passage in my favourite essay in
Stevenson: "In the hot fit of life, a-tip-toe on the highest
point of being, he passes at a bound on to the other side."

An old friend who knew Paul well and whose two sons were educated at Dulwich College wrote:

I grieve beyond measure at the passing of so noble-hearted a man.
He, like others who have gone down in this horrible war, was of
the very flower of our race--he even more than most of them; and
the nation's loss is great, too. There are consolations even in
such an affliction as yours; and the highest consolation of all
must be that Paul willingly laid down his life for his
fellow-men.

From Major David Davies, M.P., Llandinam:

Your gallant son's death brings to my mind a verse of Adam
Lindsay Gordon's:

"Many seek for peace and riches, length of days and life of ease;
I have sought for one thing, which is fairer unto me than these;
Often, too, I've heard the story, in my boyhood, of the doom
Which the fates assigned me--Glory, coupled with an early tomb."

Your son has covered himself with imperishable glory, though his
promising young life has suddenly been cut off. Is it too much to
hope that those great principles for which he fought so nobly
will at last become the heritage of the whole world? He and those
who have fallen with him will then have created a new earth, in
which shall dwell peace and righteousness. I firmly believe it
will be so; but it is up to us who are left behind to see to it
that all the heroic sacrifices have not been made in vain, and
that the "new order" will be worthy of those ideals which were
cherished by the men who laid down their lives for them.

Of the many messages that reached us, none touched a deeper chord than the following:

_7th August, 1917._

I would like to convey to you my condolences in the loss of your
son, Lieut. H. P. M. Jones. Although a stranger, I am moved to do
this after reading in to-day's _Daily Chronicle_ the account of
his career and those noble words he wrote in his letter home just
before his death. I and those around me felt, "Here was a fine
man and one the country could ill afford to lose." May it be some
comfort to you in your grief, that your boy's death made at least
one man say to himself: "I will try to be a better
man."--ANONYMOUS.

A young Welsh musician wrote:

I cannot express how intensely I feel for you in your great
sorrow at the death of Paul. Of surpassing intellect and noble
ideals, he would have been invaluable to the country in the near
future. I feel sure it must be a source of great pride and
comfort to you that he made the supreme sacrifice in such a
courageous way, so becoming to his noble soul. He will live for
all time in my mind as the very essence of honour and idealism.

"That was a wonderful letter," writes a newspaper proprietor. "I have read nothing finer. It brought tears to my eyes, but it made me proud of my race."

* * * * *

The athletic editor of a London newspaper, who is an authority on public-school athletics, wrote:

In your son's death we have lost a model sportsman. I will long
remember him, as will Dulwich and the young giants of the school
he so splendidly led.

From an official of the House of Commons:

I have prayed earnestly that there may be comfort in your
mourning, and in due time a binding-up of hearts so sorely
broken. The record of his school life, vivid with success and
leadership and, best of all, whole-hearted in its purity, wrung
my heart as I thought of what had been lost to us. But I believe
he has passed on to other service.

"A life nobly lived and nobly died--the ideal"--such was the comment of an old colleague of mine, who has himself since lost a promising soldier son. "I venture to say," he added, "that his noble letter, written almost on the eve of his death, will carry healing to thousands and thousands of sorely-stricken hearts in these sad times. It should be printed in letters of gold."

* * * * *

"Be sure," wrote an old Cardiff friend, "in all your sorrow that He who fashioned your boy so well and equipped him so fully, still has him in His own kind care and keeping; and that when you 'carry on,' bearing your load bravely, your dear boy will be nearer to you than you often think, in some splendid service, too."

* * * * *

"It is such noble sacrifices as your son's," wrote a well-known M.P., "that almost alone redeem the horror of this world-wide catastrophe."

* * * * *

From M. Marsillac, London correspondent of _Le Journal_ (Paris):

What a truly magnificent spirit was shown in that letter of your
son! Indeed, we who remain behind are more to be pitied than
those who go forth into Eternal Peace by such a noble and
luminous road.

Mr. Alexander Mackintosh, its Parliamentary correspondent, writing in the _British Weekly_, said:

Lieutenant Paul Jones, as an occasional visitor, was familiar to
the Press Gallery. Oxford has lost another young man of unusual
gifts, a scholar and an athlete, as modest as he was brave, and
the Gallery has a sense of personal loss. Yet it bids his father
say, in the beautiful apostrophe which Rustum puts into the mouth
of the snow-headed Zal:

"O son! I weep thee not too sore,
For willingly, I know, thou met'st thine end!"

Mr. Arnold White ("Vanoc") in the _Referee_ for August 12, 1917:

Just before his death Lieutenant Paul Jones wrote a letter which
deserves record on imperishable bronze. This young officer has
given a new lustre to the name of Paul Jones.

Messages of condolence were received from the King and Queen, the Prime Minister, Cabinet and ex-Cabinet Ministers, the Army Council, members of both Houses of Parliament, clergymen, London and provincial pressmen, scholars, soldiers, labour-leaders, newspaper and journalistic societies and political associations. Letters came not only from the four countries of the United Kingdom, but also from France, Palestine, South Africa, India and Canada. These sympathetic expressions from far and near, from the exalted and the humble, prove, if proof were needed, that the memory of brave soldiers like Paul Jones, who have sacrificed their lives in a great cause, is cherished with gratitude and reverence by their countrymen.

They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

INDEX

Acton, Lord, 78

Alleyn, Edward, 14

_Alleynian, The_, 25, 29, 41 _et seq._

Alleynians, Old:
Ambrose, 231, 240
Barnard, W. J., 170
Beer, H. O., 155
Bray, F. W., 156
Cartwright, E. C., 20, 225
Clark, G. P. S., 157
Clarke, E. F., 25, 237
Cohn, F. A., 244
Corsan, 170
Crabbe, 174
Dawson, 208
Dicke, R., 170
Doherty, 241
Edkins, H., 26, 213, 217
Evans, W. E., 248
Fischer, A. W., 29, 194
Gill, W. G. O., 240
Gilligan, A. E. R., 29, 39, 248
Gilligan, A. H. H., 38, 177
Gover, 20
Gropius, E. H., 246, 264
Hannaford, S. J., 23
Henderson, W. J., 196
Hillier, F. N., 217
Howard, C. C., 194
Jones, Basil, 29, 189, 199
Jordan, J. P., 225
Kemp, 149
Killick, S. H., 199
Knox, F. P., 155
Lloyd, R., 139
Lowe, C. N., 241
Mackinnon, R. F., 218
Mann, J. S., 218
Peaker, A. P., 208
Potter, K. R., 217
Reynolds, J., 248
Roederwald, G., 246, 265
Sewell, 234
Tatnell, 176
Trimingham, 234
Wetenhall, 20

America and the War, 101, 103

Antoinette, Marie, 201

Army Service Corps, 104, 144, 187, 191, 198

Arnold, Matthew, 80

Asquith, H. H., 162, 165

Asquith, Raymond, 212

Athletes and the War, 49, 50, 124

Athletics:
Cricket, 37 _et seq._
Football, 21, 28, 177, 186, 223, 233
Lawn tennis, 21
Running, 22
Swimming, 21, 183, 246
"Victor Ludorum," 23

Bacon, Francis, 14

Balkan States, 151, 156

Barnett, D. O., 199

Balliol College, Oxford, 1, 19, 23, 227
Master of, 227, 266

Bennett, Arnold, 123

Bernhardi, General, 93, 236

Brakenbury scholarship, 19, 227

British Empire, 87, 93, 122

Brooke, Rupert, 199

Browning, 77, 81, 118

Brussels, 56

Buchan, John, 154, 185, 202, 228

Burke, 76, 201

Burns, 76

Byron, 21, 77, 203

Cæsar, Julius, 87, 88, 125

Canteen, Expeditionary Force, 205

Capital and Labour, 86, 250

Carlyle, 79, 82, 91, 111

Cavalry, British, 105, 136, 145, 163, 188, 219

Charles I. and II., 89, 90

_Chronicle, Daily_, 13, 148

Churchill, Winston, 165, 184

Commercialism, 50, 93, 253

Conquest, Norman, 89

Cromwell, 89, 125

Dante, 76

Dardanelles operations, 102

Democracy, 87, 96, 125, 249

Dickens, Charles, 73, 77

Donaldson, Jack, 258

Doyle, Conan, 72, 185

Drake, 89

Dulwich College, 1, 14, 24, 240, 247, 252

Dulwich Masters:
Boon, F. C, 18
Doulton, H. V., 17, 26
Gibbon, W. D., 30, 241
Gilkes, A. H., 15, 225, 261
Hope, P., 262
Joerg, J. A., 18, 262
Kittermaster, A. N. C., 180, 194, 247
Nightingale, F. L., 171, 194, 247
Oldham, F. M., 45
Smith, George, 261

Education, English, 96
Classics in our public schools, 17
English Universities, 227
Public schools and the War, 151

Elizabeth, Queen, 87

Engineering, 54, 55, 234

English qualities, 93, 122, 125, 200, 203, 206

Epicureanism, 82

Erasmus, 44, 79, 89

Evolution, 94, 122, 128, 243

Flanders, 140, 143, 181

Founder's Day at Dulwich, 25

Fox, 91

France, 99, 131

Frederick the Great, 90, 116, 118

French farmers, 179, 217, 225

French generalship, 215

Froude, 77, 79, 88, 112, 117

Garvin, R. G., 199

George, D. Lloyd, 93, 123, 193, 204

Germany, 56, 93, 123, 130
Her diplomacy, 127
Her methods in war, 100, 235

Gibbon, 76, 88, 91

Girondins, the, 183

Gladstone, 93

Goethe, 57, 74, 83, 125

Goldsmith, 77, 90

Greece, Ancient, 94

Grey, Sir Edward, 91, 127

Haldane, Lord, 165

Hamlet, 182

Haslam, J. C., 108, 258

Hay, Ian, 247

Hildebrand, 88

Hindenburg, 102, 161

History, 19, 87, 242

Homer, 73, 77

Horses, about, 136, 159, 164, 181, 188, 213

House of Commons, 95, 123, 163

Hudson, W. H., 80

India and the War, 95

Ireland, 129, 185, 214

Jews, the, 92

Johnson, Dr., 90, 96

Jonson, Ben, 76

Kant, 214

Keats, 76

Kipling, Rudyard, 73

Kitchener, Lord, 186

"Laissez-faire" system, 92, 125, 129

Leonardo da Vinci, 44

Llanelly, 52, 232

Louis XIV, 58, 87, 90

Louis XV, 91

Louis XVI, 91, 201

Luther, 89

Macaulay, 77

Maeterlinck, 81

Mainwaring, Thomas, 9

Marx, Karl, 249

McGill, Patrick, 224

Milton, 75, 81, 202, 223

Morocco, 93

Morris, William, 65

Music:
Beethoven, 57, 60, 67, 204, 232
Classical and Romantic, 66
Gluck, 67
Mozart, 67, 68
Nikisch, 232
Opera, development of, 64, 67
Wagner, 61 _et seq._, 115, 232, 245, 246

Napoleon, 58, 61, 116, 125, 136, 249

Navy, British, 12, 130
Battle of Jutland, 186
Falklands Islands battle, 101

Norman Conquest, 89

Oxford, 19, 20, 227

Paris, 58

Patriotism, 92, 250

Pax Britannica, 249

Pax Romana, 249

Pitt, the younger, 91

Plymouth, 9, 11

Political economy, 87

Politicians and the War, 148, 163, 172

Pope, 75

Prisoners, German, 203

Public schools, influence of, 48, 151

Punch and the War, 138, 154

Puritanism, 82

Redmond, W. H. K., 248

Rees, Ivor, 204

Reformation, the, 89

Revolution, the French, 80, 91

Rhine, the, 57, 63, 91, 123

Roberts, Lord, 100

Rousseau, 77

Schools:
Bedford, 32, 38, 134, 166, 185
Haileybury, 32, 231
Merchant Taylors', 32, 216
Sherborne, 32, 38
St. Paul's, 33, 39

Shakespeare, 60, 69, 70, 74, 182, 202

Shaw, G. B., 70, 73

Simon, Sir John, 172

Socialism, State, 95

Socialists and the War, 249

Soldier, the British, 132, 148, 161

Somme battlefields, 203, 237

_Spectator_, 164, 219

Stoicism, 82

Tacitus, 73, 88

Taine, 75, 84

Tirpitz, 101

Trade Unionism, 92

Treitschke, 57, 91, 92

Vernède, R. E., 49

Vivian, Hugh, 191

Wales, 53

War, the:
A nocturnal adventure, 168
An off-day at the front, 173
Diary of, 99 _et seq._
Its causes and objects, 47
Loss of ideal aims, 152
Motor transport, 160, 190, 194
Night on a battlefield, 209
Our treatment of prisoners, 206
Requisitioning officer's duties, 131, 152, 158, 218
Tank Corps, 106, 229, 239
The horse in war, 160, 184
Verdun, 236
Ypres, 138, 236
Zeppelins, 101, 145, 213

Wells, H. G., 73, 228

Welsh coal strike, 129

Welsh football, 34

Welsh music, 71

Welsh soldiers, 150, 167, 177, 178

Wordsworth, 75, 109

Working-classes, the, 85, 92, 250

Young, Arthur, 91, 201

Zangwill, I., 155

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