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Show Who Knows? PREDERICK WM. CAMPBELL was a lieutenant ' of the First Canadian battalion. On the 15th of June last he was at Givenchy. Campbell gained a foothold in the first lino of German trenches and with a machine gun held the trench under a heavy fire after nearly all his comrades had 'been killed. Later he took up another exposed point and single-handed repulsed a German counter attack. In the meantime ho had been so wounded that he shortly after died. Now a Victoria Cross has been bestowed upon him. Will that make his final sleep any sweeter? One thinks instinctively of FalBtaff's solilo-quay: solilo-quay: "What is honor? A word. What is that word honor? Air. A trim reckoning. Who hath it? He that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then? Yes. to the dead." But who knows? The men who lived before Galelio were want to count . the stars and doubltless wrote learned dissertations disserta-tions upon the limitations, of the physical universe. uni-verse. The first glance through the first telescope revealed 'the pitiable limitations of the human vision. The first call through the telephone revealed that tho human voice without a messenger quickly quick-ly faltered and was lost. f Who knows then what may be seen in tho ether above us when our eyes are perfected. What we may hear from there when the right i ' messenger shall be found? It is not impossible to imagine that those of that first battalion who have died heard a celestial ce-lestial bugle call when that cross was decreed to their lieutenant; that the ghost of it floated upward and attached itself to the breast of tho intrepid soldier; that then there was joyous ghostly music played; that tho 'music was heard by the German ghosts that Campbell's machine gun had made; that there were congratulations and the waving of ghostly flags, singing and the exchange of regrets that they did not know each other better on this side of the great divide. It is easy to imagine that they all fraternbed together, but the imagination falters when it tries to imagine a substitute for the earthly beer and the 'aff and 'aff. |