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Christian
gentleman.' This letter is typical of hundreds which have been received from all parts of
the world, including the Front, so wide and far reaching was the sweep of his influence.
Of him it may be truly said, 'He was God's man.' Many in all schools of thought and
walks of life, as they think of him to-day will unconsciously say to themselves what the
poet has expressed--
"This is the happy warrior, this is he Whom every man in arms should wish to be."
Well done! thou good and faithful servant.
J.H.

CONTENTS
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CHAPTER I
THE SEVENTH DIVISION 3
CHAPTER II
THE TREK THROUGH BELGIUM 27
CHAPTER III
THE WELCOME OF A PEOPLE 69
CHAPTER IV
A CHAPTER OF INCIDENTS 79
CHAPTER V

THE FIRST BATTLE OF YPRES 99
CHAPTER VI
CONCERNING OFFICERS AND MEN 121
CHAPTER VII
THE WORK OF A CHAPLAIN IN THE FIELD 139
CHAPTER VIII
THE CARE OF THE WOUNDED 159
CHAPTER IX
WORK AT THE BASE 177
CHAPTER X
A CLOSING WORD 195

THE SEVENTH DIVISION
CHAPTER I
THE SEVENTH DIVISION
'A telegram, sir!' and a mounted orderly who had ridden over from Larkhill, stood outside
my tent at the Bustard's Camp, Salisbury Plain, at 5 a.m., on September 17, 1914.
In that remote part of the world so removed from the benefits of ordinary life, we were
yet in receipt of our daily papers at that early hour in the morning, and I was enjoying a
twenty-four hours' history of the world, at the moderate price of a penny, when the brief
tones of the orderly aroused me from its perusal. Its contents were startling: 'You have
been selected for immediate foreign service. Report yourself early to-morrow morning at
the War Office.' For some days past I had been doing duty with my Territorial Battalion,
the 7th Hants; but daily I had been hoping that I might be able to throw in my lot with the
great mass of men, who had volunteered at the call of King and country.
During the month of August I had been shut up at the Riffel Alp with some seventy other
unfortunates; kicking our heels in enforced ignorance when we would fain have been
near the centre of information, if not of service. Unable to travel owing to the railways of
Switzerland and France being required for the mobilization of troops, we could only
possess our souls in patience. It was a time never to be forgotten, for although our

English blood was stirred by the rumours that reached us of an expeditionary force being
landed in France, under General Sir John French, and of even greater significance, the
mobilization of the English Fleet, yet our only source of information was derived from
the Corriere della Sera, the communiqués of which were supplied by the Wolff Agency.
Our state of mind can be readily imagined when I mention such points of reliable news as
the 'Destruction of the English Fleet; Death of Sir John French; Invasion of England;
London taken; Bank of England in flames.' Of course we knew that this was false, and
yet there was no possibility of rebutting the statements.
For nearly a month we alternated between hope and fear. The effect of the bright Swiss
sunshine would at times render us optimistic, and then the fall of night would once more
see us plunged into the depths of a helpless pessimism. However, the time came when the
little English colony struggled through the difficulties of railway transport, and arrived
once more in the region of authentic information. The journey home, which occupied
three days, was full of interest, for France was throbbing with 'la guerre' and 'la gloire';
train after train with troops bound for the Front, swept by us; while at Lyons we
encountered an ambulance train full of wounded, and another of German prisoners. My
party had the advantage of travelling with the wife and son of a Cabinet Minister, and
through Sir E. Grey's kind solicitude for his colleague's people, the best possible
accommodation was provided for us, but even that powerful interest was not always
sufficient to prevent delay and discomfort. On reaching Creil, the junction for Belgium,
we found the station full of English troops in their retreat from Mons, and many were the
stirring stories gathered from our retiring, but not disheartened men. The spirit of the
French troops much impressed us; unaccompanied, my ladies went among them with
confidence, and on every hand were treated with the consideration of gentlemen. I
remarked on this to a French gentleman who was travelling with us, and he said with
warranted pride, 'But they are gentlemen, monsieur.' Some of the wounded French took
the greatest interest in describing to us the circumstances under which they had