in the
given time. The intoxication of life which possessed him will
shine for ever in your memory, as it was not of earth. He scaled
the topmost crags of duty, and now his young voice still calls to
us "far up the heights."

My son's nurse, for whom he had a warm and abiding affection, married
Mr. W. W. Jones, of Llanelly, who wrote:

On behalf of my wife, his devoted and loving nurse Nan, and
myself, we extend to you our most heartfelt and sincere sympathy
in this great catastrophe of your lives through the death in
action of your dear son Paul, whilst fighting for the rights of
justice, humanity and freedom. He died like the hero he was. My
wife was greatly distressed and painfully grieved when she learnt
of the cruel loss you have sustained. Paul's name was a household
word in our home. She always spoke of him as such a noble,
unselfish and virtuous boy, good in spirit, great of heart. It is
hard that he should be taken, his life already so rich in
achievements and with its promise of a brilliant and golden
future. By his death it is not only you, his parents, who will
suffer; but Paul, being in himself a great democrat--which in
these days we can ill afford to lose--the democracies of the
world will suffer by the loss of such a gallant and noble
gentleman.

From a man of letters:

Thinking of your great sorrow over the loss of that splendid boy
of yours, there came to my mind that passage in _Macbeth_ where
Ross tells old Siward:

"Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt;
He only lived but till he was a man;
The which no sooner had his prowess confirmed
In the unshrinking station where he fought,
But like a man he died.
SIWARD: Had he his hurts before?
ROSS: Ay, on the front.
SIWARD: Why, then, God's soldier be he!"

From the editor of a London daily newspaper:

It is infinitely tragic to hear day by day of this waste of the
life of brilliant young men who were the hope of the future. And
yet we must not say that it is waste. If we say that, then there
is no mitigation of the sorrow. The price is appalling, but we
must believe that it is being paid for a treasure the world
cannot live without; and if that treasure is won, your sorrow
will at least be assuaged by the thought that it is not in