That little matter--that beginning of evil,--it will be like the snowflake detached by the breath of air from the mountain-top, which, as it rushes down, gains size, and strength, and impetus, till it has swollen to the mighty and irresistible avalanche that overwhelms garden, and field, and village, in a chaos of undistinguishable death.
Kibroth-Hattaavah! Many and many a young Englishman has perished there! Many and many a happy English boy, the jewel of his mother's heart,--brave, and beautiful, and strong,--lies buried there.

Very pale their shadows rise before us--the shadows of our young brothers who have sinned and suffered.

From the sea and the sod, from foreign graves and English churchyards, they start up and throng around us in the paleness of their fall.

May every schoolboy who reads this page be warned by the waving of their wasted hands, from that burning marle of passion, where they found nothing but shame and ruin, polluted affections, and an early grave..