Australia and New Zealand, when the war-drums began to beat; he sketches the types of men who were his brothers-in-arms in 'Fall In,' 'The Grouch,' and 'Opened by the Censor'; and 'Glory' is his rugged song of the firing line and of how
For every deed rewarded,
For every laurel crown,
Unknown, unsung, forgotten,
A hundred lives go down.
And it was even so that his own life went down when by his active zeal (on his one day in the trenches 'he fired nearly eighty rounds at the enemy, probably as much as the rest of the company put together') he drew upon himself the bullet of a German sniper. 'It is one of the sad things of this war,' wrote Captain Talbot M. Papineau to Sergeant Brown's father, 'that those who will have done most and sacrificed most to bring it to a successful conclusion will not be there to receive their earthly reward nor share the glory of the achievement.'
That might have been said, too, of
