158) sacrifice.

I spent that night at the Rear Headquarters of the 4th Division, and they kindly sent me back the next day to Camblain l'Abbe in one of their cars.
On November 24th I received a telegram saying that a working party of one of the battalions of the 4th Division had brought my son's body back, and so on the following day I motored once again to Albert and laid my dear boy to rest in the little cemetery on Tara Hill, which he and I had seen when he was encamped near it, and in which now were the bodies of some of his friends whom I had met on my last visit.

I was thankful to have been able to have him buried in a place which is known and can be visited, but I would say to the many parents whose sons lie now in unknown graves, that, after all, the grave seems to be a small and minor thing in view of the glorious victory and triumphant life which is all that really matters.

If I had not been successful in my quest, I should not have vexed my soul with anxious thought as to what had become of that which is merely the earthly house of the immortal spirit which goes forth into the eternal.

Let those whose dear ones lie in unrecorded graves remember that the strong, glad spirits--like Valiant for Truth in "Pilgrim's Progress"-- have passed through the turbulent waters of the river of death, and "all the trumpets have sounded for them on the other side." In June of the following year, when the Germans had retired after our victory at Vimy Ridge, I paid one more visit to Regina Trench.