f your
dear son, H. P. M. Jones, killed in action. Your son was never in
the Classical Sixth at Dulwich College, and so was not directly a
pupil of mine. But he often came to me for advice and help, and
we often talked together about many things. I always cherished a
real regard and admiration for him and his sterling qualities and
great ability. He was a most kind-hearted and generous-minded
boy, one who had the best interests of the school at heart, one
who never spared himself if he could in any way render a service
to his team or to the school as a whole; one who could be relied
on to act loyally, faithfully and conscientiously in all that he
did; one who would place duty before all other considerations. He
was an indefatigable worker, a boy of great power and promise,
and, so far as we could prophesy, was sure to achieve a high and
distinguished position for himself in the world later on. He was
greatly beloved by the boys, his own school-fellows, and honoured
and respected by all his masters.

I well remember how he gave up hour after hour of his own time
out of school to the training of the XV; how he would throw
himself heart and soul into the heavy work connected with the
organisation of the school football and games generally, and how
he would do all in his power to make things happier and easier
for the boys with whose welfare he was entrusted. He was indeed,
as he grew older, just one of those men whom we could least of
all spare in these days, the very embodiment in himself of all
that is best in the public-school spirit, the very incarnation of
self-sacrifice and devotion. I cannot tell you how much we shall
miss him at the College among the Old Boys. There is no name or
memory that we shall hold more dear than that of your much-loved
son. He has died, even as he lived, in fulfilment of the high
ideal which he set before him, and there could be no nobler or
more glorious death.

Though our loss is great, yours is unspeakably greater. Our
hearts go out to you in reverent sympathy. As we think of the
dear ones who have made the great sacrifice for us, it is hard to
fix our thoughts on the contemplation of their shining example,
to find satisfaction in the assurance that their memory and their
inspiration can never die. It is