WAKE UP MANHOOD OF NEW ZEALAND.

Dominion, Volume 9, Issue 2652, 24 December 1915, Page 3

WAKE UP MANHOOD OF NEW ZEALAND.

Sir, —It makes my heart sad to see clay after day the appeal for men for the 11th Reinforcements, ruul little or no response to fill the gaps. Young mail, cannot you lienr your comrade calling you to help him in tho hour of jaced? .Cannot jou«. in. j:qux, jnMVtse,,

picture the battlefield strewn, with your fallen mates and comrades, begging, imploring your help in this awful struggle ? Or can you realise this picture: Men who hoar the cry turning a deaf ear, or 1 waving their hand saying, if not in actual words, but more plainly_ by their actions, "Wei cannot help, you just new. I must attend tho, next race meeting, and the cricket match must be played, and sister, is arranging a nice little dance—l must attend before I can come 'and help you! Of course, '=if jt>u should be killed or wounded, well, I comiot help that; there are many others who' should go before me —blamo them!" Oh,,man, wake up before it is too late; make it a personal matter. Never mind what your neighbour is doing. See to it you' do your duty. Down with all pleasures at a time like' this: time enough for that when the battle's won.', Now is a time for selfdenial, a time for self-sacrifice, a time for work,'a time to give, a find out how, when, ~<md where our. duty lies, and. finding out, do it to the best I of our ability. Not a time for idle pleasure and'fault-findinc._ We mothers who have sons who so willingly answered the call to duty, - can thank God tliev realised their responsibility' before it was too late.' I who have nlreadvilost a brave son on the battlefield, and have others still at the front doing their Hitlo, know full well the pangs of parting. But is it not' our dutv to help our brave boys do theirs. Were tho Huns to invade, our fair land, would we expect our . men to continue their pleasure's, attending the racecourse, the football or cricket-field, while our striplings were helping us to keep the Hun's in check. Rouse! lien, Rouse! to th» call of duty. Make, a stampede as though it were your lost ch-mce. Let ■the clarion cry go forth: "Wo come! We come! My brother, my mate, my comrade! We come, thank God, before it's too late!"—l am, etc..

A MOTHER OF SOLDIER SQNS