May 24.
Mother be proud of thy seed Count, are we feeble or few? Hear, is our speech so rude?
Look. are we poor in the land? Judge, are we tien of The Blood?
Truly ye come of The Bivad; slower to bless than (0.
Little used to lie down at the bidding of any Flesh of the flesh that I bred, bone of the bone that T bar Stark as your so fathers were. shall be—stern as your Go to your work and be strong, halting not in your ways, Baulkting the end half-won for an instant, dole of praise.
Stand to your sword and pet Who are neither children jor Gods, but men ina world of men.
Another Empire Day, another of those milestones in the history of the British Empire has been reached, in circumstances inter-ationally no better than when this day was celebrated last year. The spectre of fear riges over the whole world, fear of war ud all the horrors which the knowledge of
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