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Written on a scrap of paper, September 26, 1915, "To ease the pain and to try to get in touch"

RAYMOND, darling, you have gone from our world, and oh, to ease the pain. I want to know if you are happy, and that you yourself are really talking to me and no sham.

"No more letters from you, my own dear son, and I have loved them so. They are all there; we shall have them typed together into a sort of book.

"Now we shall be parted until I join you there. I have not seen as much of you as I wanted on this earth, but I do love to think of the bits I have had of you, specially our journeys to and from Italy. I had you to myself then, and you were so dear.

"I want to say, dear, how we recognise the glorious way in which you have done your duty, with a certain straight pressing on, never letting anyone see the effort, and with your fun and laughter playing round all the time, cheering and helping others. You know how your brothers and sisters feel your loss, and your poor father!"

THE religious side of Raymond was hardly known to the family; but among his possessions at the Front was found a small pocket Bible called "The Palestine Pictorial Bible" (Pearl 24mo), Oxford University Press, in which a number of passages are marked; and on the fly-leaf, pencilled in his writing, is an index to these passages, which page I copy here:—

	PAGE
Ex. xxxiii. 14	63
St. John xiv.	689
Eph. ii.	749
Neh. i. 6, II	337
St. John xvi. 33	689
Rom. viii. 35	723
St. Matt. xi. 28	616
Ps. cxxiv. 8	415
Ps. xliii. 2	468
Deut. xxxiii. 27	151
Deut. xxxii. 43	150
Isa. li. 12	473
Isa. lii. 12	474
Jude 24	784
Ezra ix. 9	335
Isa. xii. 2	451
Isa. i. 18	445
Isa. xl. 31	467
Rev. vii. 14	788
Rev. xxi. 4	795
Mizpah. Gen. xxxi. 49.
14/8/15	R. L.

THE following poem was kindly sent me by Canon Rawnsley, in acknowledgment of a Memorial Card:—

OUR ANGEL-HOST OF HELP

IN MEMORY OF RAYMOND LODGE,

Who Fell in Flanders, 14 Sept. 1915

"His strong young body is laid under some trees on the road from Ypres to Menin." [From the Memorial Card sent to friends.]

'Twixt Ypres and Menin night and day

The poplar trees in leaf of gold

Were whispering either side the way

Of sorrow manifold,

—Of war that never should have been,

Of war that still perforce must be,

Till in what brotherhood can mean

The nations all agree.

But where they laid your gallant lad

I heard no sorrow in the air,

The boy who gave the best he had

That others good might share.

For golden leaf and gentle grass

They too had offered of their best

To banish grief from all who pass

His hero's place of rest.

There as I gazed, the guests of God,

An angel host before mine eyes,

Silent as if on air they trod

Marched straight from Paradise.

And one sprang forth to join the throng

From where the grass was gold and green,

His body seemed more lithe and strong

Than it had ever been.

I cried, "But why in bright array

Of crowns and palms toward the north

And those white trenches far away,

Doth this great host go forth?"

He answered, "Forth we go to fight

To help all need where need there be,

Sworn in for right against brute might

Till Europe shall be free."

H. D. Rawnsley