If it were not felt that the nameless dead who
now lies in the Abbey died for a necessary and not for a perverse cause, died fully appreciating what he was doing and why ho was 'king it, the salutes cf all the Field-Marshals and the Admirals Which have been bestowed upon the body, and the labour of the distinguished officers who bore the pall, would have been not Only a hollow mockery but an insult—a mere buying off of resentment by bluff and eyewash. But the whole procedure bac been as sine= and fitting as it was impressive. The fellows of the unknown dead have, and know that they have, tho power to deckle whether such sacrifiees as his shall or need be made again. Every heart, in however simple or poor a body it heats, feels that it is engaged intimately in the great syntbolie act. Every bereaved man or woman can say, "That body may belong to me." And in dedicating the spot where the body lies with gratitude and affection to all those other nameless men who are lost but not forgotten, the nation must also, as Lincoln said in his immortal speech at Gettysburg, dedicate itself. That, after all, is the true dedication for us—that we may remain worthy.
