LETTERS TO THE EDITOR

Dominion, Volume 8, Issue 2454, 6 May 1915, Page 8

LETTERS TO THE EDITOR

THE CONNAUCHT RANCERS. Sir,—l was much interested in the account in to-day's Dominion of. tlie splendid gallantry displayed by the COll- - Rangers oil December 26. As tliis_ is a regiment that has repeatedly distinguished itself in other wars, the following impromptu tribute to them, penned by my grandmother, at the Crimean banquet, in Dublin, October 22, 1856, may not be out of placc.—l am., etc., A. G. BURT, Eketahuna. Hark! Hurrah! Our Royal Irish "Connanght Robbers" as of old, Hoiv my spirit stirs to "reet ye As ye stand around our board. When the prize is "Death or Glory," Then 'tis Irish need apply, 'Tis an old and oft-told story. Now its triumph lights the eye. Hark! Hurrah! We bid thee "failthea" Native guards of Paddy's Land, 'Tho we're poor, take "Laun a Vaulla" Welcome home from India's strand. Shout again, brave Conuemarra "Erin's Rangers"—one cheer more. Who dare say we must not prize thee? Welcome from Crimea's shore. Hark! Again they raise the "Keena," We must wail above our dead; In the trenches, by the hill-side 3 Low lies many an Irish head. Grateful to our dead and living, England evormore will be, Hark again! The cheers are ringing Irish! Thine the victory.

THE MOTHERS OF ENCLAND. Sir, —To the heroic sons of Britain beyond the seas ono of the mothers of England sends this message of loving pride and prayerful gratitude for their quick unflinching answer to the tyrant's dastard onslaught. Every Ne'w Zealand mother's heart will quicken with responsive echo. The women of England have taken to their bosom and are cherishing with motherly sympathy more than a thousaaid young girls, women —even nuns, horror-stricken_ victims of drunken German bestiality. In her letter Mrs. Moore writes: — "I am venturing to send a humblo attempt of mine to express in what a small degree, alas! what wo feel towards the splendid army of brave fellows that New Zealand has sent and is sending over to the Motherland." May I ask for the courtesy of your columns to give publicity to this beautiful acknowledgment of the debt owing to this Dominion's sons, whose present glory is posterity's future pride.—l am, CtC " H. EOUTH. Sayes Court, Wellington, May 4 1915. [Enclosure.] TO OUR VOLUNTEER ARMY. (What we women feel.) So little—words can prove to you our menfolk Of Britain and the loyal lands beyond, What gratitude, what love for you we cherish, How women's hearts to your brave deeds respond! For can we e'er forget how you our brothers, At the stern call of Duty swift uprose To guard, undaunted, land and home and save us F.rom the defiling touch of wanton foes 1 Each day we fhauk God to be wives and daughters Mothers of men cast in such heroic mould; We pray—our tears, our loving thoughts, our wishes, May bridge the darkness and your feet uphold— Until that day, when your grim task be

ended The hardest Victory of all times won, Not only shall our voices then acclaim you— The ages through shall echo our "Well Done!" —Clara E. Moore. March. l!)lo.