A well-known Professor, himself a Balliol history scholar, wrote:

I only met your son once, but I liked him much, and from the time he got the Brakenbury the promise of his future career at Balliol had a very special interest for me. I felt sure he was destined to do great things. It is tragic to know that that destiny will now never be realised; but he has done greater things; he has done the greatest thing of all. That he should have joined the Army so early and pressed for transfer to the machine-gun corps—a unit which occupies posts of the greatest danger, and is required to hold them at all costs and against all odds—makes his achievement all the more memorable. Your sorrow must indeed be great, and almost intolerable, but the thought of such a high and fearless devotion will, I trust, do something to assuage it.

From Mr. William Hill, an old journalistic friend of mine:

Yesterday morning I read with regret profound, on account of the nation's loss as well as your own, the report of the death of your gallant son. Yesterday evening in a volume by Watterson—which incidentally contains a sketch of the Captain Paul Jones of history, depicted as a brilliant young man, with charms of person and graces of manner—I read in an appreciation of Abraham Lincoln a letter written by the great President to a sorely-bereaved mother, which I feel it to be a duty and an honour to recite in part to you in this hour. Lincoln wrote:

"I feel how weak and fruitless must be any words of mine which should attempt to beguile you from a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save. I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of Freedom."

In Your Own Case, Lieut. Paul Jones, In The Form Of His Last Letter And By The Testimony Of His Major, Has Left A Legacy Of Protest And Aspiration And Example Which I Ardently Trust And Believe Will Reinforce Powerfully The Spirit Of Regeneration, So Long Belated, That Is Already Beginning To Influence Materially The Britain Of Our Immediate Future. Sealed By The Sacrifice Of His Life, The Note Of A Saner And Purer National Life Set In His Letter By Your Son Will, Ere Half The Century Is Past, Give Us, I Am Confident, A Stronger And Mightier Britain.

From Mrs. Denbigh Jones, Llanelly:

"Wist ye not that I must be about my Father's business?" That has been the ideal of these brave young souls. From one great joy to another your glorious boy led you on. He lived and moved with an intensity and a fullness beyond our slow dreams, as if rushing to consume everything in life worth reaching and learning 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 vain, and that what you have lost the world has gained.

From a friend and colleague on the Daily Chronicle:

My wife idolised Paul for his lovableness and nobility. The vision we had of him in his splendid youth has been made unforgettable by his glorious sacrifice.

From a Welsh editor:

The memory of Paul's rare and great qualities and the definite promise he gave of a very brilliant career will ever remain fragrantly in your hearts and in those of your friends who had the happiness to know him.

From an Irish editor:

I was impressed no less by his unaffected modesty than by his evident ability and high character. Many as have been the brilliant young lives lost in this war, there can have been but few which carried such high promise as his.

From a Scottish journalist:

The Greeks summed up human virtue in a phrase which can hardly be bettered—[Greek: kalos kai agathos]. In the promise of his life, and even more in the grandeur of his death, your son was [Greek: kalos kai agathos].

From a Dulwich schoolboy:

I can say nothing beyond this, that I feel certain Dulwich will not forget.

From his uncle, Mr. Brinley R. Jones, Llanelly:

What pride to have reared such a son and to know that he felt that the greatest thing in life was to lay all on the altar of his country! And to think of the gallant band whom he has joined—W. G. C. Gladstone, Rupert Brooke, Raymond Asquith, Donald Hankey, and many more.

"And ofttime cometh our wise Lord God, Master of every trade, And tells them tales of His daily toil, Of Edens newly made; And they rise to their feet as He passes by, Gentlemen unafraid."

The tears came to my eyes, tears of joy and pride, when I read the extract from Paul's wonderful letter to Hal. We had looked forward to Paul serving England in his life—great service for which his transcendent gifts seemed to mark him out. It has been ordained, however, that his service is by way of Calvary. We can only wonder what it all means.

A colleague of mine in the Press Gallery wrote:

He was a fine fellow and you had good reason to be proud of him. I was greatly struck by his last letter. It breathes a splendid spirit and reminds me of a passage in my favourite essay in Stevenson: "In the hot fit of life, a-tip-toe on the highest point of being, he passes at a bound on to the other side."

An old friend who knew Paul well and whose two sons were educated at Dulwich College wrote:

I grieve beyond measure at the passing of so noble-hearted a man. He, like others who have gone down in this horrible war, was of the very flower of our race—he even more than most of them; and the nation's loss is great, too. There are consolations even in such an affliction as yours; and the highest consolation of all must be that Paul willingly laid down his life for his fellow-men.

From Major David Davies, M.P., Llandinam:

Your gallant son's death brings to my mind a verse of Adam Lindsay Gordon's:

"Many seek for peace and riches, length of days and life of ease; I have sought for one thing, which is fairer unto me than these; Often, too, I've heard the story, in my boyhood, of the doom Which the fates assigned me—Glory, coupled with an early tomb."

Your son has covered himself with imperishable glory, though his promising young life has suddenly been cut off. Is it too much to hope that those great principles for which he fought so nobly will at last become the heritage of the whole world? He and those who have fallen with him will then have created a new earth, in which shall dwell peace and righteousness. I firmly believe it will be so; but it is up to us who are left behind to see to it that all the heroic sacrifices have not been made in vain, and that the "new order" will be worthy of those ideals which were cherished by the men who laid down their lives for them.

Of the many messages that reached us, none touched a deeper chord than the following:

7th August, 1917.

I would like to convey to you my condolences in the loss of your son, Lieut. H. P. M. Jones. Although a stranger, I am moved to do this after reading in to-day's Daily Chronicle the account of his career and those noble words he wrote in his letter home just before his death. I and those around me felt, "Here was a fine man and one the country could ill afford to lose." May it be some comfort to you in your grief, that your boy's death made at least one man say to himself: "I will try to be a better man."—ANONYMOUS.

A young Welsh musician wrote:

I cannot express how intensely I feel for you in your great sorrow at the death of Paul. Of surpassing intellect and noble ideals, he would have been invaluable to the country in the near future. I feel sure it must be a source of great pride and comfort to you that he made the supreme sacrifice in such a courageous way, so becoming to his noble soul. He will live for all time in my mind as the very essence of honour and idealism.

"That was a wonderful letter," writes a newspaper proprietor. "I have read nothing finer. It brought tears to my eyes, but it made me proud of my race."

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The athletic editor of a London newspaper, who is an authority on public-school athletics, wrote:

In your son's death we have lost a model sportsman. I will long remember him, as will Dulwich and the young giants of the school he so splendidly led.

From an official of the House of Commons:

I have prayed earnestly that there may be comfort in your mourning, and in due time a binding-up of hearts so sorely broken. The record of his school life, vivid with success and leadership and, best of all, whole-hearted in its purity, wrung my heart as I thought of what had been lost to us. But I believe he has passed on to other service.

"A life nobly lived and nobly died—the ideal"—such was the comment of an old colleague of mine, who has himself since lost a promising soldier son. "I venture to say," he added, "that his noble letter, written almost on the eve of his death, will carry healing to thousands and thousands of sorely-stricken hearts in these sad times. It should be printed in letters of gold."

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"Be sure," wrote an old Cardiff friend, "in all your sorrow that He who fashioned your boy so well and equipped him so fully, still has him in His own kind care and keeping; and that when you 'carry on,' bearing your load bravely, your dear boy will be nearer to you than you often think, in some splendid service, too."

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"It is such noble sacrifices as your son's," wrote a well-known M.P., "that almost alone redeem the horror of this world-wide catastrophe."

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From M. Marsillac, London correspondent of Le Journal (Paris):

What a truly magnificent spirit was shown in that letter of your son! Indeed, we who remain behind are more to be pitied than those who go forth into Eternal Peace by such a noble and luminous road.

Mr. Alexander Mackintosh, its Parliamentary correspondent, writing in the British Weekly, said:

Lieutenant Paul Jones, as an occasional visitor, was familiar to the Press Gallery. Oxford has lost another young man of unusual gifts, a scholar and an athlete, as modest as he was brave, and the Gallery has a sense of personal loss. Yet it bids his father say, in the beautiful apostrophe which Rustum puts into the mouth of the snow-headed Zal:

"O son! I weep thee not too sore, For willingly, I know, thou met'st thine end!"

Mr. Arnold White ("Vanoc") in the Referee for August 12, 1917:

Just before his death Lieutenant Paul Jones wrote a letter which deserves record on imperishable bronze. This young officer has given a new lustre to the name of Paul Jones.

Messages of condolence were received from the King and Queen, the Prime Minister, Cabinet and ex-Cabinet Ministers, the Army Council, members of both Houses of Parliament, clergymen, London and provincial pressmen, scholars, soldiers, labour-leaders, newspaper and journalistic societies and political associations. Letters came not only from the four countries of the United Kingdom, but also from France, Palestine, South Africa, India and Canada. These sympathetic expressions from far and near, from the exalted and the humble, prove, if proof were needed, that the memory of brave soldiers like Paul Jones, who have sacrificed their lives in a great cause, is cherished with gratitude and reverence by their countrymen.

They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old; Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.



INDEX

Acton, Lord, 78

Alleyn, Edward, 14

Alleynian, The, 25, 29, 41 et seq.

Alleynians, Old: Ambrose, 231, 240 Barnard, W. J., 170 Beer, H. O., 155 Bray, F. W., 156 Cartwright, E. C., 20, 225 Clark, G. P. S., 157 Clarke, E. F., 25, 237 Cohn, F. A., 244 Corsan, 170 Crabbe, 174 Dawson, 208 Dicke, R., 170 Doherty, 241 Edkins, H., 26, 213, 217 Evans, W. E., 248 Fischer, A. W., 29, 194 Gill, W. G. O., 240 Gilligan, A. E. R., 29, 39, 248 Gilligan, A. H. H., 38, 177 Gover, 20 Gropius, E. H., 246, 264 Hannaford, S. J., 23 Henderson, W. J., 196 Hillier, F. N., 217 Howard, C. C., 194 Jones, Basil, 29, 189, 199 Jordan, J. P., 225 Kemp, 149 Killick, S. H., 199 Knox, F. P., 155 Lloyd, R., 139 Lowe, C. N., 241 Mackinnon, R. F., 218 Mann, J. S., 218 Peaker, A. P., 208 Potter, K. R., 217 Reynolds, J., 248 Roederwald, G., 246, 265 Sewell, 234 Tatnell, 176 Trimingham, 234 Wetenhall, 20

America and the War, 101, 103

Antoinette, Marie, 201

Army Service Corps, 104, 144, 187, 191, 198

Arnold, Matthew, 80

Asquith, H. H., 162, 165

Asquith, Raymond, 212

Athletes and the War, 49, 50, 124

Athletics: Cricket, 37 et seq. Football, 21, 28, 177, 186, 223, 233 Lawn tennis, 21 Running, 22 Swimming, 21, 183, 246 "Victor Ludorum," 23

Bacon, Francis, 14

Balkan States, 151, 156

Barnett, D. O., 199

Balliol College, Oxford, 1, 19, 23, 227 Master of, 227, 266

Bennett, Arnold, 123

Bernhardi, General, 93, 236

Brakenbury scholarship, 19, 227

British Empire, 87, 93, 122

Brooke, Rupert, 199

Browning, 77, 81, 118

Brussels, 56

Buchan, John, 154, 185, 202, 228

Burke, 76, 201

Burns, 76

Byron, 21, 77, 203

Caesar, Julius, 87, 88, 125

Canteen, Expeditionary Force, 205

Capital and Labour, 86, 250

Carlyle, 79, 82, 91, 111

Cavalry, British, 105, 136, 145, 163, 188, 219

Charles I. and II., 89, 90

Chronicle, Daily, 13, 148

Churchill, Winston, 165, 184

Commercialism, 50, 93, 253

Conquest, Norman, 89

Cromwell, 89, 125

Dante, 76

Dardanelles operations, 102

Democracy, 87, 96, 125, 249

Dickens, Charles, 73, 77

Donaldson, Jack, 258

Doyle, Conan, 72, 185

Drake, 89

Dulwich College, 1, 14, 24, 240, 247, 252

Dulwich Masters: Boon, F. C, 18 Doulton, H. V., 17, 26 Gibbon, W. D., 30, 241 Gilkes, A. H., 15, 225, 261 Hope, P., 262 Joerg, J. A., 18, 262 Kittermaster, A. N. C., 180, 194, 247 Nightingale, F. L., 171, 194, 247 Oldham, F. M., 45 Smith, George, 261

Education, English, 96 Classics in our public schools, 17 English Universities, 227 Public schools and the War, 151

Elizabeth, Queen, 87

Engineering, 54, 55, 234

English qualities, 93, 122, 125, 200, 203, 206

Epicureanism, 82

Erasmus, 44, 79, 89

Evolution, 94, 122, 128, 243

Flanders, 140, 143, 181

Founder's Day at Dulwich, 25

Fox, 91

France, 99, 131

Frederick the Great, 90, 116, 118

French farmers, 179, 217, 225

French generalship, 215

Froude, 77, 79, 88, 112, 117

Garvin, R. G., 199

George, D. Lloyd, 93, 123, 193, 204

Germany, 56, 93, 123, 130 Her diplomacy, 127 Her methods in war, 100, 235

Gibbon, 76, 88, 91

Girondins, the, 183

Gladstone, 93

Goethe, 57, 74, 83, 125

Goldsmith, 77, 90

Greece, Ancient, 94

Grey, Sir Edward, 91, 127

Haldane, Lord, 165

Hamlet, 182

Haslam, J. C., 108, 258

Hay, Ian, 247

Hildebrand, 88

Hindenburg, 102, 161

History, 19, 87, 242

Homer, 73, 77

Horses, about, 136, 159, 164, 181, 188, 213

House of Commons, 95, 123, 163

Hudson, W. H., 80

India and the War, 95

Ireland, 129, 185, 214

Jews, the, 92

Johnson, Dr., 90, 96

Jonson, Ben, 76

Kant, 214

Keats, 76

Kipling, Rudyard, 73

Kitchener, Lord, 186

"Laissez-faire" system, 92, 125, 129

Leonardo da Vinci, 44

Llanelly, 52, 232

Louis XIV, 58, 87, 90

Louis XV, 91

Louis XVI, 91, 201

Luther, 89

Macaulay, 77

Maeterlinck, 81

Mainwaring, Thomas, 9

Marx, Karl, 249

McGill, Patrick, 224

Milton, 75, 81, 202, 223

Morocco, 93

Morris, William, 65

Music: Beethoven, 57, 60, 67, 204, 232 Classical and Romantic, 66 Gluck, 67 Mozart, 67, 68 Nikisch, 232 Opera, development of, 64, 67 Wagner, 61 et seq., 115, 232, 245, 246

Napoleon, 58, 61, 116, 125, 136, 249

Navy, British, 12, 130 Battle of Jutland, 186 Falklands Islands battle, 101

Norman Conquest, 89

Oxford, 19, 20, 227

Paris, 58

Patriotism, 92, 250

Pax Britannica, 249

Pax Romana, 249

Pitt, the younger, 91

Plymouth, 9, 11

Political economy, 87

Politicians and the War, 148, 163, 172

Pope, 75

Prisoners, German, 203

Public schools, influence of, 48, 151

Punch and the War, 138, 154

Puritanism, 82

Redmond, W. H. K., 248

Rees, Ivor, 204

Reformation, the, 89

Revolution, the French, 80, 91

Rhine, the, 57, 63, 91, 123

Roberts, Lord, 100

Rousseau, 77

Schools: Bedford, 32, 38, 134, 166, 185 Haileybury, 32, 231 Merchant Taylors', 32, 216 Sherborne, 32, 38 St. Paul's, 33, 39

Shakespeare, 60, 69, 70, 74, 182, 202

Shaw, G. B., 70, 73

Simon, Sir John, 172

Socialism, State, 95

Socialists and the War, 249

Soldier, the British, 132, 148, 161

Somme battlefields, 203, 237

Spectator, 164, 219

Stoicism, 82

Tacitus, 73, 88

Taine, 75, 84

Tirpitz, 101

Trade Unionism, 92

Treitschke, 57, 91, 92

Vernede, R. E., 49

Vivian, Hugh, 191

Wales, 53

War, the: A nocturnal adventure, 168 An off-day at the front, 173 Diary of, 99 et seq. Its causes and objects, 47 Loss of ideal aims, 152 Motor transport, 160, 190, 194 Night on a battlefield, 209 Our treatment of prisoners, 206 Requisitioning officer's duties, 131, 152, 158, 218 Tank Corps, 106, 229, 239 The horse in war, 160, 184 Verdun, 236 Ypres, 138, 236 Zeppelins, 101, 145, 213

Wells, H. G., 73, 228

Welsh coal strike, 129

Welsh football, 34

Welsh music, 71

Welsh soldiers, 150, 167, 177, 178

Wordsworth, 75, 109

Working-classes, the, 85, 92, 250

Young, Arthur, 91, 201

Zangwill, I., 155

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