Part 11

FRANKAU, GILBERT. Upon the declaration of war he joined the Ninth East Surrey Regiment (Infantry), with the rank of Lieutenant. He was transferred to the Royal Field Artillery in March, 1915, and was appointed Adjutant during the following July. He proceeded to France in that capacity, fought in the battle of Loos, served at Ypres during the winter of 1915-16, and thereafter took part in the battle of the Somme. In October, 1916, he was recalled to England, was promoted to the rank of Staff Captain in the Intelligence Corps, and was sent to Italy to engage in special duties.

FREEMAN, JOHN. He was Lieutenant-Colonel in the Russian A. M. S., on the Bacteriological Mission to Galicia, 1914.

GALSWORTHY, JOHN. Mr. Galsworthy, the well-known novelist, poet, and dramatist, served for several months as an expert _masseur_ in an English hospital for French soldiers at Martouret.

GIBSON, WILFRID WILSON. His war writings include _Battle_, etc.

GRENFELL, THE HON. JULIAN, D.S.O. He was a Captain in the First Royal Dragoons; was wounded near Ypres on March 13, 1915; and died at Boulogne on May 26. He was the eldest son of Lord Desborough. "Julian set an example of light-hearted courage," wrote Lieutenant-Colonel Machlachan, of the Eighth Service Battalion Rifle Brigade, "which is famous all through the Army in France, and has stood out even above the most lion-hearted."

HALL, JAMES NORMAN. He is a member of the American Aviation Corps in France, and author of _Kitchener's Mob_ and _High Adventure_. He was captured by the Germans, May 7, 1918, after an air battle inside the enemy's lines.

HARDY, THOMAS. He received the Order of Merit in 1910.

HEMPHREY, MALCOLM. He is a Lance-Corporal in the Army Ordnance Corps, Nairobi, British East Africa.

HEWLETT, MAURICE HENRY. He has published a group of his war poems under the title _Sing-Songs of the War_.

HODGSON, W.N. He was the son of the Bishop of Ipswich and Edmundsbury, and was a Lieutenant in the Devon Regiment. His pen-name is "Edward Melbourne." He won the Military Cross. He was killed during the battle of the Somme, in July, 1916.

HOWARD, GEOFFREY. He is a Lieutenant in the Royal Fusiliers.

HUSSEY, DYNELEY. He is a Lieutenant in the Thirteenth Battalion of the Lancashire Fusiliers, and has published his war poems in a volume entitled _Fleur de Lys_.

HUTCHINSON, HENRY WILLIAM. He was the son of Sir Sidney Hutchinson, and was educated at St. Paul's School. He was a Second Lieutenant in the Middlesex Regiment. He was killed while on active service in France, March 13, 1917, at the age of nineteen.

KAUFMAN, HERBERT. He has published _The Song of the Guns_, which was later republished as _The Hell-Gate of Soissons_.

KIPLING, RUDYARD. Mr. Kipling won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1907. His war writings include _The New Armies in Training, France at War_, and _Sea Warfare_.

KNIGHT-ADKIN, JAMES. When war was declared he was a Master at the Imperial Service College, Windsor, and Lieutenant in the Officers' Training Corps. He volunteered on the first day of the war and was attached to the Fourth Battalion, Gloucester Regiment. He went into the trenches in March, 1915, was wounded in June, and was invalided home. In 1916 he returned to France, and is now a Captain in charge of a prisoner-of-war camp.

LEE, JOSEPH. He enlisted, at the outbreak of the war, as a private in the 1st/4th Battalion of the Black Watch, Royal Highlanders, in which corps he has served on all parts of the British front in France and Flanders. Sergeant Lee has both composed and illustrated a volume of war-poems entitled _Ballads of Battle_.

LUCAS, EDWARD VERRALL. Mr. Lucas has undertaken hospital service.

MASEFIELD, JOHN. Mr. Masefield, whose lectures in America early in 1916 quickened interest in his work and personality, has been very active during the war. He has written an excellent study of the campaign on the Gallipoli Peninsula, having served there and also in France in connection with Red Cross work.

MORGAN, CHARLES LANGBRIDGE. He is a Sub-Lieutenant in the Royal Naval Division, and is a Prisoner of War in Holland.

NEWBOLT, SIR HENRY. He is the author of _The Book of the Thin Red Line, Story of the Oxfordshire and Buckinghamshire Light Infantry_, and _Stories of the Great War_.

NOYES, ALFRED. His war writings include _A Salute to the Fleet_, etc.

OGILVIE, WILLIAM HENRY. He was Professor of Agricultural Journalism in the Iowa State College, U.S.A., from 1905 to 1907. His war writings include _Australia and Other Verses_.

OSWALD, SYDNEY. He is a Major in the King's Royal Rifle Corps.

PHILLIPS, STEPHEN. His war writings include _Armageddon_, etc. He died December 9, 1915.

PHILLPOTTS, EDEN. Among his war writings are _The Human Boy and the War_, and _Plain Song, 1914-16_.

RATCLIFFE, A. VICTOR. He was a Lieutenant in the 10th/13th West Yorkshire Regiment, and was killed in action on July 1, 1916.

RAWNSLEY, REV. HARDWICKE DRUMMOND. He has been Canon of Carlisle and Honorary Chaplain to the King since 1912.

ROBERTSON, ALEXANDER. He is a Corporal in the Twelfth York and Lancaster Regiment. He was reported "missing" in July, 1916.

ROSS, SIR RONALD. He is the President of the Poetry Society of Great Britain, and is a Lieutenant-Colonel in the Royal Army Medical Corps.

SCOLLARD, CLINTON. His war writings include _The Vale of Shadows, and Other Verses of the Great War_, and _Italy in Arms, and Other Verses_.

SCOTT, CANON FREDERICK GEORGE. He is a Major in the Third Brigade of the First Canadian Division, British Expeditionary Force.

SEAMAN, SIR OWEN. He has been the editor of _Punch_ since 1906. His war writings include _War-Time_ and _Made in England_.

SEEGER, ALAN. Among the Americans who have served at the front there is none who has produced poetic work of such high quality as that of Alan Seeger. He was born in New York on June 22nd, 1888; was educated at the Horace Mann School; Hackley School, Tarrytown, New York; and Harvard College. In 1912 he went to Paris and lived the life of a student and writer in the Latin Quarter. During the third week of the war he enlisted in the Foreign Legion of France. His service as a soldier was steady, loyal and uncomplaining--indeed, exultant would not be too strong a word to describe the spirit which seems constantly to have animated his military career. He took part in the battle of Champagne. Afterwards, his regiment was allowed to recuperate until May, 1916. On July 1 a general advance was ordered, and on the evening of July 4 the Legion was ordered to attack the village of Belloy-en-Santerre. Seeger's squad was caught by the fire of six machine-guns and he himself was wounded in several places, but he continued to cheer his comrades as they rushed on in what proved a successful charge. He died on the morning of July 5. The twenty or more poems he wrote during active service are included in the collected _Poems by Alan Seeger_, with an introduction by William Archer.

SORLEY, CHARLES HAMILTON. He was born at Old Aberdeen on May 19, 1895. He was a student at Marlborough College from the autumn of 1908 until the end of 1913, at which time he was elected to a scholarship at University College, Oxford. After leaving school in England, he spent several months as a student and observer in Germany. When the war broke out he returned home and was gazetted Second Lieutenant in the Seventh (Service) Battalion of the Suffolk Regiment. In November he was made a Lieutenant, and in August, 1915, a Captain. He served in France from May 30 to October 13, 1915, when he was killed in action near Hulluch. His war poems and letters appear in a volume entitled _Marlborough and other Poems_, published by the Cambridge University Press.

STEWART, J.E. He is a Captain in the Eighth Border Regiment, British Expeditionary Force. He was awarded the Military Cross in 1916.

TENNANT, EDWARD WYNDHAM. He was the son of Baron Glenconner, and was at Winchester when war was declared. He was only seventeen when he joined the Grenadier Guards, Twenty-first Battalion. He had one year's training in England, saw one year's active service in France, and fell, gallantly fighting, in the battle of the Somme, 1916.

TYNAN, KATHARINE. Pen-name of Mrs. Katharine Tynan Hinkson, whose war writings include _The Flower of Peace_, _The Holy War_, etc.

VAN DYKE, HENRY. He has been Professor of English Literature in Princeton University since 1900, and was United States Minister to the Netherlands and Luxembourg from June, 1913, to December, 1916. He has published several war poems. He is the first American to receive an honorary degree at Oxford since the United States entered the war. The degree of Doctor of Civil Law was conferred upon him on May 8, 1917.

VERNÈDE, ROBERT ERNEST. He was educated at St. Paul's School and at St. John's College, Oxford. On leaving college he became a professional writer, producing several novels and two books of travel sketches, one dealing with India, the other with Canada. He was also author of a number of poems. At the outbreak of the war he enlisted in the Nineteenth Royal Fusiliers, known as the Public Schools Battalion, and received a commission as Second Lieutenant in the Rifle Brigade, in May, 1915. He went to France in November, 1915, and was wounded during the battle of the Somme in September of the following year, but returned to the front in December. He died of wounds on April 9, 1917, in his forty-second year.

WATERHOUSE, GILBERT. Lieutenant in the Second Essex Regiment. His war writings include _Railhead, and other Poems_. He is reported "missing."

WHARTON, EDITH. She has written _Fighting France_, etc.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES

A bowl of daffodils A league and a league from the trenches--from the traversed maze of the lines A song of hate is a song of Hell A sudden swirl of song in the bright sky A wind in the world! The dark departs A wingèd death has smitten dumb thy bells All that a man might ask thou hast given me, England All the hills and vales along Alone amid the battle-din untouched Ambassador of Christ you go Around no fire the soldiers sleep to-night As I lay in the trenches As when the shadow of the sun's eclipse At last there'll dawn the last of the long year Awake, ye nations, slumbering supine

Because for once the sword broke in her hand Before I knew, the Dawn was on the road Beneath fair Magdalen's storied towers Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead Broken, bewildered by the long retreat Brothers in blood! They who this wrong began Burned from the ore's rejected dross By all the deeds to Thy dear glory done By all the glories of the day By day, by night, along the lines their dull boom rings

Champion of human honour, let us lave Come, Death, I'd have a word with thee Courage came to you with your boyhood's grace

Dark, dark lay the drifters, against the red west Dawn off the Foreland--the young flood making Dear son of mine, the baby days are over Dreary lay the long road, dreary lay the town

Endless lanes sunken in the clay England, in this great fight to which you go England! where the sacred flame

Facing the guns, he jokes as well Far fall the day when England's realm shall see For all we have and are Franceline rose in the dawning gray From morn to midnight, all day through Further and further we leave the scene

Give us a name to fill the mind Great names of thy great captains gone before Green gardens in Laventie Guns of Verdun point to Metz

He said: Thou petty people, let me pass Hearken, the feet of the Destroyer tread Here is his little cambric frock Here lies a clerk who half his life had spent Here, where we stood together, we three men

I cannot quite remember.... There were five I feel the spring far off, far off I have a rendezvous with Death I heard the rumbling guns, I saw the smoke I know a beach road I never knew you save as all men know I pray for peace; yet peace is but a prayer I saw her first abreast the Boston Light I saw the spires of Oxford I see across the chasm of flying years I was out early to-day, spying about I went upon a journey I will die cheering, if I needs must die If I should die, think only this of me In a vision of the night I saw them In lonely watches night by night In the face of death, they say, he joked--he had no fear In the glad revels, in the happy fêtes It is portentous, and a thing of state It was silent in the street

Land of the desolate, Mother of tears Land of the Martyrs--of the martyred dead Led by Wilhelm, as you tell Lest the young soldiers be strange in heaven Low and brown barns, thatched and repatched and tattered

Men of my blood, you English men! Men of the Twenty-first Moon, slow rising, over the trembling sea-rim Mother and child! Though the dividing sea My leg? It's off at the knee My name is Darino, the poet. You have heard? _Oui, Comédie Française_

Nay, nay, sweet England, do not grieve Near where the royal victims fell No Man's Land is an eerie sight No more old England will they see Not long did we lie on the torn, red field of pain Not since Wren's Dome has whispered with man's prayer Not with her ruined silver spires Now is the midnight of the nations: dark Now lamp-lit gardens in the blue dusk shine Now slowly sinks the day-long labouring sun Now spake the Emperor to all his shining battle forces

O gracious ones, we bless your name O living pictures of the dead O race that Caesar knew Of all my dreams by night and day Often I think of you, Jimmy Doane Oh, down by the Millwall Basin as I went the other day Oh, red is the English rose Oh! yon hills are filled with sunlight, and the green leaves paled to gold Our little hour,--how swift it flies Out where the line of battle cleaves Over the twilight field

_Qui vive?_ Who passes by up there? Quiet thou didst stand at thine appointed place

Robbed mother of the stricken Motherland

Saints have adored the lofty soul of you See you that stretch of shell-torn mud spotted with pools of mire Shadow by shadow, stripped for fight She came not into the Presence as a martyred saint might come She was binding the wounds of her enemies when they came Shyly expectant, gazing up at Her Sometimes I fly at dawn above the sea

The battery grides and jingles The falling rain is music overhead The first to climb the parapet The horror-haunted Belgian plains riven by shot and shell The naked earth is warm with Spring The road that runs up to Messines The starshells float above, the bayonets glisten There are five men in the moonlight There is a hill in England There is wild water from the north They had hot scent across the spumy sea They sent him back to her. The letter came This is my faith, and my mind's heritage This is the ballad of Langemarck This was the gleam then that lured from far Those who have stood for thy cause when the dark was around thee Thou warden of the western gate, above Manhattan Bay Thou, whose deep ways are in the sea Three hundred thousand men, but not enough To the Judge of Right and Wrong 'T was in the piping time of peace

Under our curtain of fire Under the tow-path past the barges Unflinching hero, watchful to foresee

Was there love once? I have forgotten her We are here in a wood of little beeches We challenged Death. He threw with weighted dice We may not know how fared your soul before We willed it not. We have not lived in hate What have I given What is the gift we have given thee, Sister? What of the faith and fire within us What was it kept you so long, brave German submersible? When battles were fought When consciousness came back, he found he lay When first I saw you in the curious street When the fire sinks in the grate, and night has bent When there is Peace our land no more Whence not unmoved I see the nations form Wherever war, with its red woes With arrows on their quarters and with numbers on their hoofs With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children

Ye sleepers, who will sing you You dare to say with perjured lips You have become a forge of snow-white fire