THOUGHTS ON THE WAR.

Manawatu Herald, Volume XXXVIII, Issue 1574, 8 July 1916, Page 4

THOUGHTS ON THE WAR.

THE BETTER. WAY. When two loving hearts are torn assnnd'er, it is a shade better to bo the one that is driven away into action than the bereaved twin that petrifies at home. —Charles Reado. THE VALUE OF GRUMBLING. This instinct of grumbling of the rough and stilt-necked but honourable John Bull is perhaps the bulwark of British greatness abroad and British freedom at home.; — Heinrich Heine,

THE SENTIMENTAL HUN.

Rentimental domesticity at home is not at all incompatiable with ferocity abroad. I have no doubt that the tiger is most amiable in its lair, and an excellent mother to its whelps—Prof. J. H. Morgan.

TO THE CEMETERY.

Wo ore. a. nation travelling to the cemetery. Never was the marriagerate so high, never the birth-rate so low, and that at a time when the cry is to replace the men we are losing.—Father Bernard Vaughan.

FOR THE FUTURE.

There lies a great problem before the allies at the elose of hostilities, Rome instrument must be forged to prevent for ever any repetition of a, conflagration such as this which has plunged Europe into distress. Lord Brice. CITIZEN FIGHTERS. As we all know —as all Europe knows now —there are no better lighters in the world titan citizen soldiers, whose blood the bugle stirs but sluggishly, whose hearts arc all the lime with those whom they have left at English firesides. —Geo. A. Birmingham.

OUR 'PARK,

Wo look east and we look west; wo look ill. devastated Poland juid at outraged .Belgium; and shall we not adopt the solemn asseveration of old, God do so to ns, and more also, it: we do not see to it to the utmost of our power that this task is one from whieh we must not pause or look aside or in any way (lineh until we have absolutely seen real the world from that criminal system of aggression whieh during the past twelve months has drenched it in blood and bathed it in tears? —Lord Crewe.

ALL WE APONS OP WAR. The trenches are not all in Plunders. Every cily is a trench in this country, a labyrinth of trenches. Every workshop is a rampart; every yard which can turn out munitions of war is a fortress. Picks, shovels, lathes, hammers, they are as much the weapons of this great war of European liberty as a bayonet, a rifle, and a machine-gun, and the man who does not handle them with all his strength is failing as much in Ids duty as the soldier who runs away from the battle at the front. —Mr Lloyd George.