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In Two Books. 

JUNE 1917—JUL Y 1919. 

Being a total record, with Portraits, of 268 Fallen Men cpftriected 
with the Parish of Peebles. 


Dr gunn. 


Printed and Published by Allan Smyth, 

Neidpath Press. 



This Volume completes the record of the gallant boys and men of the 
Parish of Peebles, including the Royal Burgh, who sacrificed all for us in tin- 
Great War. One cannot think of them without emotion, nor recall their 
memory without grateful pride. The glory of Baunockbum and the du/c and 
sorrow of Flodden were alike exceeded in every one of the battles which those 
Twecddale men and boys engaged in, but in the depths of their suffering and 
in the heights of their gallantry they each and all proved themselves worthy 
upholders of the Border tradition. 

C. B. G 

%ct us now praise famous men, ano our 
fatbers tbat begat us. 

TTbe Xoro batb wrougbt great glorv bv. tbem 
tbrougb Ibis great power from tbe beginning. 

ail tbese were bonoureo in tbeir Generations, 
ano were tbe glorv. of tbetr times. 

Ubere be of tbem tbat bare left a name bebino 
tbem, tbat tbeir praises migbt be reported. 

ano some tbere be wbicb have no memorial, 
wbo are perisbeo as tbougb tbe? bao never been, 
ano are become as tbougb tbep. bao never been 
born, ano tbeir cbiloren after tbem. 

But tbese were merciful men, wbose rigbteous* 
ness batb not been forgotten. 

Hbeir booies arc burico in peace, but tbeir 
name livetb for evermore. 

TLhc people will tell of tbeir wisoom, ano tbe 
congregation will sbow fortb tbeir praise. 

I SAW underneath the Altar the Souls of them that had 
been slain for the Word of God and for the testimony 
which they held, and they cried with a great voice, 
saying — "How long, O Master, the Holy and True? 
Dost Thou not judge and avenge our blood on them 
that dwell on the earth?" And there was given them, 
to each one, a white robe, and it was said unto them 
that they should rest yet a little time, until their fellow- 
servants also and their brethren which should be killed 
as they were should be fulfilled. 


IRefoicing tn tbc Communion of Saints, we tbanft 
Hbce for all TLhy servants wbo bave oeparteo tbts 
lite in XEbv? faitb ano tear, especially? for tbose Dear 
to our own hearts, ano we give Ubce tbanfts for 
our oooo bope in Cbrist, tbat Ubon wilt keep tbeiu 
in rest ano peace until our common perfecting in 
bliss in tbe cap. of tbe glorious TResurrection. 

Zbe Book of IRemembvance for 


The Battle of Messines. 

IN the month of June 1917 there passed away six men who had a 
connection with the burgh or parish of Peebles. These were — Robert 
Walker, Alexander Gibb, James Marr, Alexander Bogle, John Caldwell, 
John S. Maclauchlan. 

The battle of Arras was now drawing to a close. On Sunday, 
3rd June, our outposts were attacked. On the 5th, we won the power 
station south of the Souchez river; on the 6th, we took a mile of the 
enemy position north of the Scarpe. On the evening of the 6th June, 
nineteen mines were waiting for zero hour. From Hill 60 in tin. 
north, to the edge of Messines, nineteen volcanoes suddenly leaped to 
heaven on the 7th June. Then every British gun opened on (lie 
enemy. Terrible fighting ' ensued, with great gains to us, which we 
cleared up on the 8th. By the 14th of June the whole of the German 
positions north of the Lys had fallen into our hands. Thes( 
operations, extending over many days, constituted the battle ot 
Messines. On the 14th, we carried the enemy lines on the crest of 
Infantry Hill south-east of Arras. On the 15th, we took a sector of 
the Hindenburg line north-east of Bullecourt. On the 24th, the North 
Midland Division carried Hill 65, south-west of Lens. On the 26th 
the Canadians took La Coulotte, and on the morning of the 28th, were 
in the outskirts of Avion. We gained all our objectives. 


Private Robert D. Walker. 


i 4 i. private IRobert 2). Malfecr. 

Brmg Service Corps. 

1917 — June 2. 
MRS ROBERT WALKER, 41 Old Town, Peebles, received official 
intimation from Woolwich, that her husband, Private ROBERT D. 
WALKER, Army Service Corps, Transport Section, had been posted as 
missing since 2nd June, and was supposed to be drowned. 

"With reference to your enquiry for news of Private R. D. Walker, 
who was reported missing, believed drowned, after the loss of H.M. 
Transport Cameronian, on 2nd June 1917, we deeply regret to say 
we have not been able to obtain any information about him, though 
we have made all possible enquiries through our offices abroad, as well 
as in hospitals in England. We understand that the Cameronian 
was torpedoed when nearly 150 miles from land, and that she sank 
about an hour later. The work of rescue was carried out under great 
difficulties, and some of the survivors were in a small boat for a 
considerable time. We fear there can be no doubt that those who 
are reported missing lost their lives on 2nd June. We are so sorry 
that our efforts to obtain personal details about Private Walker have 
not been successful, and we desire to offer our sincere sympathy with 
his family and friends." 

The deceased, who was 34 years of age, was survived by his wife 
and two children, a girl and boy, at that time 4 years and 2 years 
of age respectively. Previous to enlisting in May 1916, he was 
employed with Win. Weatherston & Son, saddlers, Peebles. Private 
Walker went out to Salonica in January of 1917. 

He gave his life for his country's sake, 

As many a man has done ; 
But he lived his life for Christ the King, 

And the crown of glory won. 

He waits with waiting ones on earth 

Till the last great trump shall blow; 
And the Lord descends with the saints above 

To meet the saints below. 

And there's many a soul that will meet him there 

Who will thank him face to face, 
For the life lie lived and the word he spoke, 

While he ran his Heavenward race. 

He fought the fight and kept the faith, 

And the Master said "Well done,'' 
While He nave him the faithful warrior's crown 

And the prize of a race well run. 



Lieutenant ALEXANDER GlBB. 


142. Xieutenant Hleyanbev (Bibb. 

IRogal afiel& Srttllere. 

1917— June 5. 
KILLED in action on 5th June 1917, ALEXANDER GlBB, aged 20 years, 
Lieutenant, Royal Field Artillery, attached Heavy Trench Mortar 
Battery, elder son of William H. Gibb, 38 Drummond Place, 
Edinburgh, and grandson of the late James White, Newton Bank, 
Peebles, and Stagehall, Stow. 

Alexander Gibb was born on the 1st December 1896. He was 
educated at Edinburgh Institution, where he gained the Dux Prize 
(gold watch). He had begun his second session at Edinburgh 
University, in the B.Sc. course in pure chemistry, but on the 1st 
September 1914, within a month after the outbreak of war, he 
joined the Officers' Training Corps. He got his commission 

the same year, and went to the 4th Northumbrian Howitzer Brigade 
in January 1915, being sent to France on 1st July 1916. Later 
he was attached to the v/63 Heavy Trench Mortar Battery, and 
was killed instantaneously by an enemy shell in the early morning of 
5th June 1917, near Oppy, on returning from choosing new gun 
positions in what was then a very dangerous bit of the line. He 
was always so interested in his work, and intensely loyal: he 
was never heard to criticise a brother officer. He was buried in 
Roclincourt Military Cemetery — 3 miles north of Arras — not far from 
the scene of his last big action. He had been in many pails of the 
line — the Somme, the Ancre, and then around Arras. 

"Your son's death is a great blow to us all. He has done 
excellent work the whole time he has been with us. He was popular 
with all ranks, and will be greatly missed, and our country can ill 
afford to lose so promising an officer." 

The Captain of the Battery also wrote, giving particulars of 
Lieutenant Gibb's death and burial, and expressing the feeling of loss 
they had all sustained. 

Other brother officers wrote stating their feeling of personal loss — 
"One of the best and bravest;'' "The most popular officer in any 
unit he went to;" "His old men constantly asking after his welfare." 

His servant wrote — "I am writing this for the Battery. Mr Gibb 
was one of the bravest men in France. He was kind and thoughtful 
to the men, and he was also, for all he was so young, the 'brain' of 
this Battery, and we will all miss him in our next action. The men 
all express their sorrow for you in losing so brave and noble a son, 
and their personal grief at losing such a brave officer and gentleman." 


Pray for the dead? Nay! But for one departed 
And living now more surely than we may 
On earth who grope — blind, faltering, fickle-hearted — 
For him I still would pray. 

Tho' changed the scene, the strife endures for ever! 
Still stand for him the imperishable laws; 
For death is life, and life is growth, and never 
Is ever any pause. 

He has but shattered thro' another fetter, 
Gained one more step in the eternal quest 
Along the high road leading on thro' better 
And onward still to best. 

And so, till the innumerable ages 
Wear to infinity's extremest end, 
And we at length have learned God's last of pages 
My prayers be with you, friend ! 



HARK ! 'Tis the rush of the horses, 
The crash of the galloping gun ! 

The stars are out of their courses; 
The hour of Doom has begun. 

Leap from thy scabbard, O sword ! 

This is the Day of the Lord ! 

Prate not of peace any longer, 
Laughter and idlesse and ease ! 

Up, every man that is stronger! 
Leave but the priest on his knees ! 

Quick, every hand to the hilt! 

Who striketh not — his the guilt ! 

Call not each man on his brother! 

Cry not to Heaven to save ! 
Thou art the man — not another — 

Thou, to off glove and out glaive ! 
Fight ye who ne'er fought before! 
Fight ye old fighters the more ! 

Oh, but the thrill and the splendour, 
The sudden new knowledge — I can ! 

To fawn on no hireling defender, 
But fight one's own fight as a man ! 

On woman's love won we set store ; 

To win one's own manhood is more. 

Who hath a soul that will glow not, 
Set face to face with the foe ? 

"Is life worth living?" — I know not: 
Death is worth dying, I know. 

Aye, I would gamble with Hell, 

And — losing such stakes — say, "'Tis well!' 


Private Tames Mark. 


143. private 3ames flDarr. 

Hum? Service dorps. 

191 7— June 5. 

MRS JAMES MARR, Musselburgh, received official notice that her 
husband, Private JAMES MARR, Transport Section, had been killed in 
France. Two or three years previously he was chauffeur with W. D. 
Fraser, Cross Keys, Peebles, and was a much valued servant. He left 
Peebles, a town in which he had gained considerable popularity, for 
a more responsible situation. 

Spirits that float in the darkness when the star-shell and "Very" light 
Send out their questioning streamers to the blackening pall of night, 
Ghostly they move 'tween the armies like a mythical sylphid band, 
Spirits that come from Elysium to the Crosses of No Man's Land. 

Bringing from out of their Eden to this bellicose world of ours 

Peace to the dead of the nations. Bringing garlands and wreaths of flowers, 

Picked on the plains of Olympus by a phantom Empyrean hand, 

Spread by these shadowy spectres on the Crosses of No Man's Land. 

And the message they bring from their heaven to this cankerous world of unrest, 
Is a whisper of halcyon pleasures for the youth that has "gone away west," 
Is the dawn of a new-world Valhalla, with the sun and the sea and sand, 
For the souls of the men that are resting 'neath the Crosses of No Man's Land. 




i 44 . private Hleyanbet* Boole. 

Seafortb "Ibigblan&ers (pioneers). 

1917- June 5. 
PRIVATE ALEXANDER BOGLE had been one of the workers in the 
large tweed mills of Messrs D. Ballantyne & Co., at March Street, 
Peebles. When he enlisted, he was 18 years of age. He spent his 
last birthday at home in February 1917. and then proceeded to France, 
where he fell, making a gallant end. 

"Private Bogle was killed on the night of 5th June, in the course 
of an action just north of the River Scarpe, in front of the chemical 
works. The company was engaged in jumping a new front line 
trench at this point, and Private Bogle was in an exposed place. By 
great ill luck a shell dropped directly on the top of him, killing him 
instantaneously. The men next him were untouched. I came up 
immediately afterwards, but nothing could be done, as he was 
dead. We were all much cut up about it, as he was a very 
promising soldier, and had been selected for the machine gun 
team for that reason. I buried him near the spot, and read the 
burial service over his body. Next night his friends erected a cross 
on his grave, and the exact spot has been sent to officer in charge 
of records. It's little enough I can say to his parents to console 
them; I can only tell them that he was killed doing a most important 
piece of work (which was highly complimented by the Brigadier), 
and that he did his duty under very trying circumstances up to the 
last. Unfortunately his officer was wounded two nights later, or he 
would have written Private Bogle's parents at once, as is our custom." 

O Rab an' Sandy an' rantin' Jim, 

The geans were turning reid, 
When Scotland saw yer line grow dim, 

Wi' the pipers at its heid; 
Noo, i' yon warld we dinna ken, 

Like strangers ye maun gang — 
"We've sic a wale o' Tweeddale men 

That we canna weary lang." 

It's death comes skirling through the sky, 

Below there's naucht but pain, 
We canna see whaur died men lie 

For the drivin' o' the rain; 
Ye a' hae passed frae fear an' doot, 

Ye 're far frae airthly ill — 
"We're near, we're here, my wee recruit, 

And we fecht for Scotland still." 


Lance-Corporal JOHN CALDWELL. 


145. Xance*CorporaI 3ohn Calfcwell. 

1Hc\v Sealant) Contingent. 

1 91 7 -June 13. 

MRS THOMAS CALDWELL, 44 Rosetta Road, Peebles, received intimation 
from the New Zealand Record Office, London, that her second 
son, Lance-Corporal JOHN CALDWELL, of the Canterbury Battalion 
of the New Zealand Forces, had been reported killed in action in 
France on 13th June 1917- Lance-Corporal Caldwell went out 
to New Zealand in 1 908, and joined up in June 1916. He 
came over to this country at the end of January, and was sent to 
France in March 1917- Mrs Caldwell had three other sons on active 
service. Lance-Corporal Caldwell, who was 34 years of age, left a 
widow (the youngest daughter of the late Councillor Alex. Reid), and 
a little boy. His brother, Second Lieutenant Tom Caldwell, was 
fated to fall on 3rd October 1918. 

They held, against the storms of fate, 

In war's tremendous game, 
A little land inviolate 

Within a world aflame. 

They looked on scarred and ruined lands, 

On shell-wrecked fields forlorn, 
And gave to us with open hand 

Full fields of yellow corn. 

With generous hands they paid the price, 

Unconscious of the cost, 
But we must gauge the sacrifice 

By all that they have lost. 

The happy hours that come and go 

In youth's untiring quest, 
They gave because they willed it so, 

With some light-hearted jest. 

No lavish love of future years, 

No passionate regret, 
No gift of sacrifice or tears 

Can ever pay the debt. 


Private John S. Maclauchlan. 


i 4 6. private 3obn £. fll>aclaucblan. 

IRcwal Scots. 

1917 — June 26. 

MRS J. S. MACLAUCHLAN, Spence's Place, Peebles, received word from 
the Record Office, Hamilton, that her husband, Private JOHN S. 
MACLAUCHLAN, had been killed on 26th June, in France. Private 
Maclauchlan, as assistant recruiting agent for the Peebles district, gave 
valuable assistance to the different military representatives engaged on 
the work of the local Tribunals. In civil life he worked in Damdale 
Mill, took an active interest in the Boy Scouts, and for some time 
acted as their gymnastic instructor. He was in France only four or 
five weeks. He left a widow and two children. 

Past life, past tears, far past the grave, 

The tryst is set for me, 
Since, for our all, your all you gave 

On the slopes of Picardy. 

For miles and miles from Scottish soil 

You sleep, past war and scaith, 
Your country's freedman, loosed from toil, 

In honour and in faith. 

Yet rest, my son; our souls are those 

Nor time nor death can part, 
And lie you proudly, folded close 

To France's deathless heart. 



Private John Bkockiic. 


147. private Jobn SrocRifc 

mack match. 

1917— July 10. 

OFFICIAL intimation was received that Private JOHN BROCKIE, Black 
Watch (only son of William and Mrs Brockie 68a Rosetta Road, 
Peebles), had died in an hospital in the East from dysentery. Private 
Brockie, who was a brass finisher to trade, lived in Edinburgh, and 
enlisted in the Black Watch in June 1916. After undergoing training, 
he left this country for the East in the following October. He was 
34 years of age, married, and was survived by Mrs Brockie and three of 
a family. Mrs Brockie received notice that her husband was lying 
in hospital suffering from inflammation of the intestines, and later 
intimation of his death reached her. 

He nobly answered Duty's call, 

He gave his life for me, for all; 

But the unknown grave is the bitterest blow 

None but an aching heart can know. 



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noilitarv Cross. 


i 4 8. Captain James ibielop. 

/IRilitavv Cross. 

Cameron ffirigblan&ers. 

191 7— July 31. 

WILLIAM HlSLOP, of 776 Winnipeg Avenue, Winnipeg, was informed 
that his eldest son, Captain JAMES HlSLOP, of the 6th Cameron 
Highlanders, had been killed in action on the 31st July at the battle 
of Ypres. Captain Hislop was 32 years of age. His father formerly 
resided in the Old Town, Peebles, and emigrated to Canada several 
years ago, with members of his family. 

Captain Hislop joined the 2nd Cameron Highlanders at the age of 
15, at Inverness. He was only there a few weeks when his regiment 
was sent to Malta for garrison duty. From there they went to Cyprus, 
then to Crete, and then to South Africa. He was then in the 
Mounted Infantry. From South Africa he went to Southern China, 
then to Northern China, and then to India. He was in India 
when war broke out. He came back to Scotland in 1915, and was 
sent to Gailes as Sergeant-Instructor. After training the Glasgow 
Highlanders he was invited by Lochiel to go to France as Regimental 
Sergeant-Major to his own Battalion, the 5th Cameron Highlanders, so 
he went out to France in 1916, and after a few months was asked to 
take his commission. 

Shortly after receiving his commission he proceeded to France 
in July 1916. The Military Cross was awarded to him while he 
was Second Lieutenant, for conspicuous gallantry and devotion to 
duty. The two companies, under the command of Second Lieutenants 
Hislop and Grindell, were ordered to take a certain enemy 
position. The operation was entirely successful, and it was solely 
due to the dash and skill of these two officers that a very difficult 
task was successfully accomplished. A younger brother, William, 
was in France, with the Cameron Highlanders (1st Canadian 

"It is my sad duty to have to inform you that your son, Captain 
James Hislop, of this Battalion, was killed in action on 31st July. 
The Battalion took part in an attack on the enemy's lines on that day, 
and Captain Hislop led his company with great skill and bravery. 
He was in the act of sending a message over the telephone when he 
was shot through the head by a sniper, death being instantaneous. 
Captain Hislop was a most excellent officer, and his loss is a great 
blow to the Battalion, and is seriously regretted by the officers and 


"We were all so grieved to hear of the death of your son in 
action. As I have served in the same Battalion with him all his 
service, I know only too well what a terrible loss it is to us. For 
years he worked for the regiment with energy and love which could 
not have been surpassed. Only the other day a brother officer, who 
was present at the time, related to me with much admiration your son's 
splendid conduct in France when he won the Military Cross." 

"I am very sorry to tell you that your son, Captain James Hislop, 
has been killed in action. It was in front of Ypres, where our last 
attack took place. We all miss him very much. Although a quiet 
chap, when you got to know him he was a most lovable man, with a 
dry sense of humour which called forth many a laugh. He was a 
fine soldier, too — easily the best company officer in the Battalion. 
Our late Commanding Officer had a very high opinion of him. 
Unfortunately, the latter was also killed on the same day as your son. 
The officers who are left, his Company Sergeant-Major, and the men 
of his company asked me to convey their deep feeling of sympathy 
with you in your loss." 

Yet my soul is veiled in sadness, 
For I see them fall and perish, 

Strewing the hills for me, 
Claiming the world in dying, 

Bought with their blood for me. 

Hear the grey, old northern mother, 
Blessing now her dying children, 

God keep you safe for me, 
Christ watch you in your sleeping, 

Where ye have died for me! 

And when God's own slogan soundeth, 
All the dead world's dust awakening, 

Ah, will ye look for me? 
Bravely we'll stand together, 

I and my sons for me. 


The Second Stage of the Battle of Ypres. 

TWELVE men connected with Tweeddale, including one sailor, fell in 
August. They were Private John M'Martin, Private George Blake, 
Captain Thomas Alexander Brown, Private John Reid, Private Hugh 
Dougall, Private James Bruce, Sergeant Edward Scott Anderson, 
Gunner Thomas Taylor, Private John Turner, Private Hamilton Neilson, 
Lance-Corporal Robert Wood, Sergeant Thomas Ramsay. 

At dawn on the 31st of July the whole Allied Front broke into 
flame. Under cover of such a barrage as had not yet been seen, the 
infantry crossed the parapets, and the battle began. The whole of 
the German position fell at once — Steenstraate, Martinpuiche, and 
Feuchy, all fell. By nine, the whole of the second position, north of 
Westhoek, was in the Allies' hands. St Julien was entered; and 
Pommern Redoubt was won. By the evening we had carried the 
whole of the German first line; and had gained the whole of the first 
ridge. We had taken parts of the German second line, and had gone 
beyond it north of St Julien. For the first four days and nights of 
August, rain fell without intermission. This entirely frustrated our 
well-laid plans, and greatly assisted the enemy. The misery of our 
troops in waterlogged shellholes and trenches cannot be pictured. 
For a fortnight we had to hold our hand. We had had to withdraw 
from St Julien, but reoccupied it on 3rd August. On 10th August we 
took the whole of Westhoek. In the middle of the month there was 
a short break in the storm, which permitted Sir Douglas Haig to renew 
the attack, on a line running from the Lens-Bethune Road to the Bois 
Hugo. On the 15th of August the Canadians swept over Hill 70, 
which we had given up after the battle of Loos, and captured many 
positions. The next day, the 16th August, saw the second stage of the 
Ypres battle. Desperate fighting continued over many days, and the 
month ended in one long down-pour of rain. On the 19th, 22nd, and 
27th we made a few small gains. This second stage of the battle 
was a serious British check. We had not yet been able to cope with 
the new German defences, called pill-boxes, concrete forts. 


Private John M'Martin. 


149. private 3cbn myflDartin, 

SLanarfcsbire ljcomanvv? (attacbefc Scottish iRifles). 

1 91 7 — August I. 

MR AND Mrs DAVID M'MARTIN, 15 Elcho Street, who had not heard 
for some weeks from their youngest son at the front, Private JOHN 
M'MARTIN, of the Scottish Rifles, made enquiry, and a comrade 
wrote in reply as follows: — "I received your letter asking for any 
information concerning Private John M'Martin. He was wounded 
on 1st August, and is now posted missing. He was left by the 
stretcher-bearers on their way to assist another man, and nothing has 
been heard of him since. The stretcher-bearer who was with him, 
ami who is now beside me, thinks he was taken prisoner. If that is 
so, no doubt the War Office will inform you shortly." 

Later, official information reached the parents, informing them that 
the body of Private M'Martin had been found in " No Man's Land," 
near Ypres. It would appear that Private M'Martin had lived for 
some time after being wounded, as he had written a message in his 
pocket book. Private M'Martin was an apprentice butcher with the 
Co-Operative Society when he enlisted in the Lanarkshire Yeomanry 
in September 1914. He went out to France in December 1916, when 
he was transferred to the Scottish Rifles. He was 21 years of age. 

Other two brothers were on active service — William, a Lance- 
Corporal in the Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders, who was awarded 
the Military Medal for bravery on the field in France, and David, a 
private in the Cheshire Regiment, who saw service at Salonica. 

When on my day of life the night is falling, 

And in the wind from unsunned spaces blown, 
I hear far voices out of darkness calling 
My feet to paths unknown. 

Be near me, Father, when all else is drifting, 

Earth, sky, home's pictures, days of shade and shine, 
And kindly faces to my own uplifting 
The love which answers mine. 

I have but Thee, my Father! let Thy Spirit 

Be with me then to comfort and uphold; 
No gate of pearl, no branch of palm I merit, 
No street of shining gold. 

Suffice it if — my good and ill unreckoned, 

And both forgiven through Thy abounding grace — 
I find myself by hands familiar beckoned 
Unto my fitting place. 



Private George BLAKE. 


150. private George Blake. 

Scottish Ibovse (attacbeo to tbe Macfe tKHatcb). 

1917 — August I. 
PRIVATE GEORGE BLAKE was wounded on 31st July 1917. and passed 
away in hospital on the following day. 

He was a son of William Blake, saddler, 2 Wellogate Place, 
Hawick. He officiated as a recruiting agent at Glencorse and 
Bathgate from the outbreak of war until May 1916, when he joined the 
Scottish Horse, and was afterwards attached to the Black Watch. 
While in Peebles, Private Blake, who was employed in the warehouse 
of Lowe, Donald & Co., was a member of the Leckie Memorial Church. 
He was also a member of the Bowling Club, and in other ways had 
formed many friendly relationships in Peebles. Private Blake was 
married, and his widow resides at Wilton Path, Hawick. 

"I regret to inform you that your husband, No. 292509 Private 
George Blake, died of wounds received in action on the 31st July. I 
am glad to say he was a very brave and obliging man, and my 
platoon will miss him very much, he was always so cheery at all 
times. You have my deepest sympathy at this time." 

"I have just learned that my clear friend, your son George, has 
made the supreme sacrifice, and words fail me to express my deep 
sorrow. We were together at Dunkeld, and came out here at the 
same time, but were sent to different regiments. We never met again 
till two nights before that awful 31st July. That was just before we 
moved up to our positions. We were delighted to meet each other 
again, and spent a pleasant evening together — unfortunately our last. 
His, I may say our, whole conversation was about the dear old place, 
and his loved ones there. How he, like all of us, yearned to be there 
again, but God has willed otherwise. May He comfort you all in this 
awful trial. I, too, am married, and can understand the agony it 
will mean to his young wife. I ask you all to accept my deepest 
sympathy in your great grief. You had an ideal son, one you had 
reason to be proud of, and a lad I will always remember." 

Out of the horror and bloodshed, 

Out of the mouth of hell, 

Into the joys of Paradise, 

Is it well with our boys? It is well. 

We thank Thee, O God of battles, 
Not one wild young life is lost, 
Thou gavest Thyself for their ransom, 
They proved themselves worthy the cost. 




151. Captain Sbomas Hleyanber Brown. 

Mercantile Marine. 

19 1 7— August 8. 

DIED at Arensburg, Russia, on the 8th August 1917, Captain THOMAS 
ALEXANDER BROWN. Prior to his death Captain Brown was engaged 
in dangerous duty in His Majesty's service. Three months previously 
he had a very trying experience in the Atlantic after being torpedoed, 
and came to Peebles for a month's rest before going to Russia. He 
had several narrow escapes after the war started. He was well 
known in Leith shipping circles, being a member of Trinity House, 
and also boxmaster of Elie Sea Box Society. 

Captain Brown was survived by his widow and three sons and 
two young daughters. His eldest son, a subaltern in the Cameron 
Highlanders, was wounded on the Somme, and his second son had an 
exciting experience on the occasion of the ship on which he was 
serving being sunk by the "Emden." Sixteen months before their loss, 
Mrs Brown and family left Leith for Peebles, where they settled clown, 
and speedily made many friends, who later sympathised very much 
with them in the great loss they sustained. 

But 'tis an old belief 

That on some solemn shore, 

Beyond the sphere of grief, 

Dear friends shall meet once more. 

Beyond the span of time, 
And sin and fate's control; 
Serene in endless prime, 
Of body and of soul. 

That creed I fain would keep, 
That hope I'll not forego; 
Eternal be the sleep, 
Unless to waken so. 



Private JOHN R.EID. 


152. private 3obn IReifc. 

Canadian Contingent. 

1917 — August 15. 

MRS THOMAS REID, 3 George Street, Peebles, received official intimation 
that her son, Private JOHN REID, who had been reported from 
the Canadian Office as missing at Hill 70, on the 15th August 1917, 
was now presumed to have been killed on that date. Private Reid 
was 29 years of age. Before going to Canada he was employed by 
Hamilton Neilson, coal merchant, Peebles. Previous to enlisting at 
Alberta, Canada, in May 1915, he was employed at Edmonton coal 
mines. He came to this country in September 191 5, after five years 
in Canada, and left for France in May 1916. 

Thy name be honoured and thy mem'ry blest 

As long as rivers run into the sea; 

May kindly earth lie lightly upon thee, 

Trees clap their hands above thy place of rest, 

Near thee the robin build his true-love's nest, 

And all things beautiful and gracious be, 

Where thou dost slumber — who to his torn breast 

Gave comfort in its hour of mortal agony. 





153 private 1bu$b W. H)ougaII. 

Cana&fan Ibigblan&ers. 

1917 — August 15. 

ON the 15th August 1917, Private HUGH W. DOUGALL, of the Canadian 
Highlanders, and youngest son of John Dougall, Irene, Edderston 
Road, Peebles, was killed in action in France, aged 25 years. 

Private Dougall left Peebles for Canada on the 1st of May 1909, 
reaching Saskatoon on the 16th May — his 17th birthday. He went to 
live with his elder brother, Henry, who had a homestead some eighty 
miles further west. A year later he got a homestead of his own, 
quite near to his brother, where he remained till he joined up at 
Alsask, in March 1916. He came to Britain with his regiment in 
October of that year, and was stationed in the South of England 
(landing at Bramshott), till the following June, when he was sent to 
France. He was killed two months later. 

" It is with sincere and heartfelt regret that I write to you at this 
time concerning the death of your son, Private H. W. Dougall, who 
has been reported killed in action. For some four months I have had 
the honour of being the officer in command of the platoon of which 
your son was a valued member, and the news of his death came as a 
great shock to me, as it did to the other members of the platoon. On 
the day on which your son is reported to have been killed he was 
acting as my runner in the attack on Hill 70 by the Canadians. He 
went forward in the attack close to my side, and as we crossed No 
Man's Land we talked and chatted together. As we approached the 
German line I missed him, and another member of the platoon brought 
in a message that Dougall had been hit in the wrist and had gone 
back to the dressing station. That appears to have been the last 
seen of him by anybody in our Battalion, and, acting on information 
given by men who saw him going back with a bullet in the wrist, I 
reported him as wounded and in hospital. A few days ago the 14th 
Battalion, who were in rear of our position in the attack, reported that 
Private Dougall had been killed in action, and his body had been 
buried by members of that unit in a military grave in No Man's Land. 
In support of this your son's pay-book and private papers were turned 
in by the 14th Battalion. It is my opinion that your son was the 
victim of an enemy shell while proceeding to the dressing station in 
rear; and I sincerely regret that beyond this I can furnish no other 
particulars as to his death. The death of your brave son, coming as 
it did after we all thought him well on a trip to England with a slight 


casualty, has caused deep regret in No. 3 Platoon. With his bright 
and happy disposition, his keen desire to do his duty and to do it well, 
his fearlessness in time of danger and alarm, won for him a place in 
the hearts of his comrades, and he will be sorely missed. I had 
known your son as a personal friend while in England, I knew him in 
the trenches as a soldier, and I cannot tell you just how much I miss 
him during these strenuous days, when men of his stamp and calibre 
are so much needed. I quite appreciate that anything I may say will 
never repay you for the loss you have suffered; but I know it will 
bring comfort to your heart to know that your boy died the death of a 
British soldier — he died with his face to the enemy. I know yon were 
proud of your boy when he left home to fight for principles which he 
knew to be right — you have reason to be proud of your boy for the 
work he did in the line. I extend to you my sincere sympathy in 
your sad bereavement, and I hope and trust that your son will not 
have died in vain, but that the cause for which he was willing to fight 
and lay down his life may soon be won." 

We are coming, Mother Britain — we are coming to your aid, 
There's a debt we owe our fathers, and we mean to see it paid. 
From the jungles of Rhodesia, from the snows of Saskatoon, 
We are coming, Mother Britain, and we hope to see you soon. 
From the islands and the highlands, just as fast as we can speed, 
We are hastening to serve you in the hour of your need. 
For, whatever peril calls abroad for loyal hearts and guns, 
We'll show the foe, that weal or woe, we're Mother Britain's sons. 



Dear Lord, I hold my hand to take 
Thy Body, broken once for me; 

Accept the sacrifice I make, 

My body, broken, Christ, for Thee. 

His was my body, born of me, 
Born of my bitter travail pain, 

And it lies broken on the field, 
Swept by the wind and the rain. 

Surely a mother understands Thy thorn-crowned head, 
The mystery of Thy pierced hands — the broken bread. 


Private JAMES Bkuce. 


i 54 . private 3amcs Bruce. 

Ifting'e ©wn Scottish .iGoroerers. 

1917 — August 16. 
THROUGH the medium of chums' letters, John Bruce, blacksmith, White 
Bridge, Peebles, received word that his eldest son, Private JAMES 
BRUCE, King's Own Scottish Borderers, had been killed in France on 
the J 6th August 1917. It appears that an enemy shell hit the reserve 
trench Private Bruce was in, instantaneously killing him and other 
three comrades, at Dixmude, in Belgium. He enlisted in the Royal 
Scots in November 1916, and went out to France in February, when he 
was transferred to the King's Own Scottish Borderers. He was a 
blacksmith with his father, and was only 18 years of age. 

" I regret to have to inform you of the death of your son, Jim, 
who was killed in action on the 1 6th of August. We made an attack 
on the enemy early in the morning ; it would be about six o'clock. 
We had got to our objective when one of the enemy's shells dropped 
amongst a few of the men. We went to their assistance, and found 
that Jim, along with two more of his pals, had been killed. He did 
not suffer much. I think it must have been instantaneous. His 
section commander, Lance-Corporal Taylor, got all the things found on 
him, and handed them in to the Company Quartermaster, so I hope 
you get them all right. I, with Lance-Corporal Taylor, buried Jim 
and put a cross over his grave. He was well-liked by everyone in 
the platoon, and was one of the best soldiers in the platoon." 

" I am sending my deepest sympathy to you in the loss of your 
son Jim. He was in my section on the T6th of August, when we 
attacked the Hun. We had driven him out of his position and dug 
ourselves in when a shell landed and hit Jim. He was killed 
instantaneously, and suffered no pain whatever. Three of his pals 
and myself buried him along with four other comrades." 

"By a strange set of circumstances I have not been able to find 
your address, and even now I only know it approximately, but if this 
note reaches you, you might take it as the feeble expression of my 
deep sympathy with you on your boy's death on 16th August last. I 
suppose I am right in assuming that Private Bruce, of the King's Own 
Scottish Borderers, was your son. It was just by accident that I 
heard this afternoon the exact nature of his wounds ami the 
manner of his death. A shell burst near him and he was hit. He 
was only able to cry out — 'Oh, Taylor,' to his Lance-Corporal, who 
was near by, and when the Lance-Corporal turned to look at him he 


was already gone from all pain. His suffering was literally ' But for 
a moment.' He was buried near where he fell by loving and reverent 
hands. I grieve with you over the loss of so brave and true a soldier, 
and I commend you to our Father in Heaven who is able to keep our 
dear ones whom we leave in His hands, and who is able also to 
give us this wondrous peace." 

They gae'd frae mill and mart; frae wind-blawn places, 

And great toon-closes; i' the empty street 
Nae mair the bairns ken their steps, their faces, 

Nor stand to listen to the trampin' feet. 

Beside the brae, and soughin' through the rashes, 

Yer voice comes back to me at ilka turn, 
Among the whins, an' whaur the water washes 

The alder-tree wi' its feet amangst the burn. 

Whiles ye come back to me when day is fleein'. 

And a' the road oot-bye is dim wi' nicht, 
But weary een like mine are no' for seein', 

An' gin they saw, they wad be blind wi' licht. 

Death canna kill. The soil o' France lies o'er ye, 

An' yet ye live, O sodger o' the Lord! 
For Him that focht wi' death an' dule afore ye, 

He gied the life — 'twas him that gied the sword. 

But gin ye see my face, or gin ye hear me, 

I daurna ask, I maunna seek to ken, 
Though I should dee, wi' sic a glory near me, 

By nicht or day — come ben, my bairn, come ben! 



His mother bids him go without a tear ; 

His sweetheart walks beside him, proudly gay 
" No coward have I loved," her clear eyes say— 

The band blares out, and all the townsfolk cheer. 

Yet in his heart he thinks: "I am afraid! 
I am afraid of Fear — how can I tell 
If in the ordeal 'twill go ill or well? 

How can man tell how bravely man is made?" 

Steady he waits, obeying brisk command, 

Head up, chin firm, and every muscle steeled, 
Thinking : " I shot a rabbit in a field 

And sickened at its blood upon my hand." 

The sky is blue and little winds blow free, 
He catches up his comrades' marching-song; 
Their bayonets glitter as thev sweep along — 

("How ghastly a red bayonet must be!") 

How the folk stare! His comrade on the right 
Whispers a joke — is gay and debonair, 
Sure of himself and quite at odds with care 

But does he, too, turn restlessly at night? 

From each familiar scene his inner eye 

Turns to far fields by Titans rent and torn ; 
For in that struggle must his soul be born, 

To look upon itself and live — or die ! 


Sergeant Edward G. A. Anderson. 


155. Scrocant HSfcwarfc 6. a. Hnberson. 

IRiflc JBngaoe (traitBferreo to "IRortbumberlano JFusUfera), 

1917 — August 16. 

ON the 16th August 1917, Sergeant EDWARD G. A. ANDERSON fell, 
while gallantly leading his platoon into action near Ypres, and was 
buried at Hannebeek. 

He was born at Musselburgh on 16th January 1896, and was the 
youngest son of Mr and Mrs George Anderson, 85 High Street, Dunbar 
(formerly of Musselburgh). Previous to joining the Army, on 4th 
September 1914, he was in the employment of Sir Duncan Hay, Bart, 
of Haystoun. He went to France with his regiment, the Rifle Brigade, 
in July 1915, and after eight months' fighting was severely wounded in 
the right leg. After his recovery he was stationed at Seaford as an 
instructor, and later was sent to Northampton. He was then transferred 
to the Northumberland Fusiliers, and sent back to the front on 21st 
December 1916. He came through many engagements, and finally 
met his death on the eve of his coming home to take up a commission. 

"I was justly proud of the company, and it was men such as your 
son who made it what it was. I never felt more confident than when 
I went 'over' with so many grand fellows beside me, but it is terrible 
to think of the number who never came back. The company has 
lost in your son a good friend and a gallant gentleman, but it means 
a great deal more to you, and your consolation must be found in the 
knowledge of the great ideal for which he and all those others have 
laid down their lives. You may rest assured that those of us who 
have shared their clangers are determined that they shall not have 
died in vain." 

" I can assure you that from my knowledge of Eddie no man 
could wish for a braver son, and his name will always be remembered 
by his comrades. We knew him as a soldier and a gentleman : now 
we know him as a hero who has made the supreme sacrifice for his 

Oh, blackened fields of France, 
Oh, men, who gave your patriot-blood to flow 
That these heart-treasured islands may not know 
Such agony, proud thanks for such high proof 

Of manhood's best. 




156. Gunner Gbomas £a\>lor. 

IRogal jfielD artilletfi. 

1917 — August 19. 

MRS JOHN TAYLOR, l Dickson Place, Peebles, received a letter from 
an officer stating that her third son, Gunner THOMAS TAYLOR, Royal 
Field Artillery, had been killed in France on the 19th August 1917, by 
the explosion of an enemy shell while in his dug-out. 

Gunner Taylor, who was 26 years of age, was employed by 
Peebles Co-Operative Society as a baker when he enlisted in 
September 1914. He went out to France on 10th September 1915, and 
was recommended for the Distinguished Conduct Medal in the following 
month — a remarkable incident. "Taylor, Tom, Gunner, 96th Brigade, 
Royal Field Artillery. — Your name has been brought before me for 
exceptionally good work on September 27th to October 2nd, 1915, and 
I shall have great pleasure in submitting it to a higher authority. — C. 
FORESTIER WALKER, Major-General, Commanding 21st Division.— 
October 19, 1915." An elder brother, John, was a farrier in the Armjr 
Service Corps, and was also in France. 

The mother of the gallant young soldier was the recipient of the 
following letters : — 

"It is with the deepest regret that I have to inform you that your 
son was killed in action with the battery under my command on the 
19th August. He was in a dug-out at the time when a shell hit it, 
and killed him instantaneously. We buried him to-day in a cemetery 
near the battery position, and the place of his burial will be notified 
to you later. I can only say how much every officer and man who 
knew him liked and respected him. He always did his duty, no 
matter what it was, and always showed the greatest courage under the 
most dangerous and trying conditions. I have known him in the 
battery for the last three years, and I always had the greatest 
admiration for his cheerfulness and devotion to duty." 

"Have just received a parcel which you sent out to Tom on the 
15th August. Am so sorry to have to inform you that Tom was 
unable to write to you himself, as he has made the supreme sacrifice. 
It happened just after six o'clock yesterday (19th August). The 
Bosch were shelling us pretty heavily. Tom was on duty at the 
time, when a shell entered the telephone dug-out, and killed him 
instantly. The telephone was in his hand, and he died at his 
post. Tom was a great favourite with everyone, officers and men 
alike, and none so much as the signallers. Being in charge of 



the signallers, I can speak from my own personal experience, as 
Tom was one of my best men, and alwa5^s a volunteer for any 
particularly risky job. He was always so cheery, and the very 
life of us all with his Scotch sayings. To-day we buried him in a 
quiet cemetery close at hand, and we are erecting a cross to mark his 
last resting-place. One of our officers has taken charge of all Tom's 
personal things, and if you have not received them, you will in a day 
or so, as he is sending them on to you with a letter himself." 

"As I have been bed-mate with Tom, I think that it is my duty to 
write you a few lines. It was a bad day for us when poor Tom went, 
for he was one of the bravest men we had, and always one of the 
first to volunteer, no matter how dangerous the job was. He is buried 
in the little cemetery close by. We erected a cross for him, and also 
put some flowers on his grave — the best we could do under the trying 
times. I am enclosing a ten franc note which Tom gave me, the day 
before he went, to get some cigarettes. I will now close, sending 
my sympathy for the loss of one I sadly miss." 

"Enclosed is a pair of spurs belonging to poor Tom. I brought 
them home with me, as I am at present on leave. I am sure that we 
all sympathise with you very much in your sad loss, as he was such 
a jolly chap. We gave him as good a burial as was possible ; and 
the Captain read the service at the graveside. Where Tom is buried 
— Potije Chateau Wood Cemetery." 

Gunner Tom Taylor received his summons zvken engaged at the telephone . 

God called you by the telephone, 

O selfless soldier, brother, son; 
He chose the gentle summons thus, 

Nor took you from beside your gun. 

'Twas not the cannon's awful roar, 

Nor the rushing terrors of the shell, 
But the still small voice of God Himself, 

That summoned you with him to dwell. 

Death came unheralded —but it was well; 

For so thy Saviour bore 
His witness thou wast meet at once to dwell 

On His eternal shore; 

All warning spared, 
For none He gives where hearts are for prompt change prepared. 

Joy of sad hearts and light of downcast eyes! 

Dearest thou art enshrined 
In all thy fragrance in our memories; 
For we must ever find 
Bare thought of thee 
Freshen this weary life, while weary life shall be. 



THE first to climb the parapet 
With " cricket balls " in either hand ; 
The first to vanish in the smoke 
Of God-forsaken No Man's Land ; 
First at the wire and soonest through, 
First at those red-mouthed hounds of hell, 
The Maxims, and the first to fall, — 
They do their bit and do it well. 

Full sixty yards I've seen them throw 
With all that nicety of aim 
They learned on British cricket-fields. 
Ah, bombing is a Briton's game ! 
Shell-hole to shell-hole, trench to trench, 
" Lobbing them over " with an eye 
As true as though it were a game 
And friends were having tea close by. 

Pull down some art-offending thing 
Of carven stone, and in its stead 
Let splendid bronze commemorate 
These men, the living and the dead. 
No figure of heroic size, 
Towering skyward like a god ; 
But just a lad who might have stepped 
From any British bombing squad. 

His shrapnel helmet set atilt, 

His bombing waistcoat sagging low, 

His rifle slung across his back; 

Poised in the very act to throw. 

And let some graven legend tell 

Of those weird battles in the West 

Wherein he put old skill to use, 

And played old games with sterner zest. 

Thus should he stand, reminding those 
In less-believing days, perchance, 
How Britain's fighting cricketers 
Helped bomb the Germans out of France. 
And other eyes than ours would see ; 
And other hearts than ours would thrill ; 
And others say, as we have said : 
"A sportsman and a soldier still;" 





157. private 3obn burner. 

Cameron Ibigblan&ers. 

1917 — August 20. 

IN the fourth week of August 1917 the 7th Cameron Highlanders made 
an unsuccessful attack east of Ypres. On the 22nd August we went 
over the top at 3.45 A.M., at Gallipoli farm, but only got about 1000 
yards and had to scatter. A soldier said— "We attacked Hill 35 in 
the early morning of the 22nd August. We went to the top of the 
hill, and stayed there in shell holes until evening and then retired." 
Another soldier wrote— "We went over the top but did not get to our 
objective. Three of our Captains were killed, so we came back. We 
could not get to our dead to bury them." The mud on this occasion 
was a terrible obstacle to progress, and to the recovery of the bodies 
of those who had been killed. 

One of those who fell in this abortive attack, whose body was 
never found, was Private JOHN TURNER, eldest son of Mrs James 
Turner, 9 St Andrew's Road, Peebles. Mrs Turner received official 
intimation that Private Turner, who had been previously reported 
missing on 20th-24th August 1 91 7, was presumed to have been killed 
in action, in France, on 20th August 191 7. The deceased, who was 
24 years of age, enlisted in April 1915, when he was employed in one 
of the mills at Selkirk. He went out to France in July the same 
year, and was wounded at Loos in September 1915. He was again 
invalided home in the following year, suffering from septic poisoning. 
Going out to France for the third time, in December 1916, he was 
continuously in the firing line till his death. Other two brothers 
served with the Colours — David, a gunner in the Royal Garrison 
Artillery, who saw service in Palestine; and Robert, who walked 
some miles and visited John in his dug-out the day before he fell, 
a private in the Seaforth Highlanders. 

We will not grieve for them, though, when they fell 
All joy seemed drowned in sorrow's seething tide, 

No hope remained in Heaven, or earth, or hell, 
And naught was left, save only that great pride 

We feel in those brave deeds their comrades tell 
Of them. Heroes amongst the brave they died. 




i 5 8. private Ibamilton IRcilson. 

TRoyal Scots. 

191 7 — August 22. 

OFFICIAL intimation was received by Mr and Mrs Hamilton Neilson, 
Gympie, St Andrew's Road, Peebles, to the effect that their son, 
Private HAMILTON NEILSON, Royal Scots, who had been previously 
reported missing on the 22nd August 1917, was presumed to have been 
killed in action on that date. Private Neilson was barely 19 years of 
age at the time of his death. When war broke out he was a bugler 
in the Peebles Territorials, and though then only 15 years old he came 
under the mobilisation order. He went to France in August 1917. 

And so you fell 
On honour's glorious field. 
Your body given for a living shield 
For all you held most dear, 
The schoolboy last year, 
But now joined to the Mi?hty Dead. 

Last year a boy, 
But Britain's martyr now; 
Gladly you took and held the awful vow 
To give yourself, your youth, 
For Britain's truth, 
And so for Britain's sake you died. 

So, you are dead, 
The torch is not passed on; 
Our golden link with the far future gone ; 
For you an ageless rest is won, 
For us, no son 
Of ours to grace our lingering years. 

Hail and farewell, 
Type of the Crucified! 
For all life's sweetest things you gladly died. 
We know (through you) no death ; 
Our last earth-breath 
Shall greet you in eternal peace. 


Lance-Corponil Robert Wood. 


159. %ance*CorporaI IRobert Moofc. 

Scottfsb IRifles. 

1917 — August 25. 

A LETTER was received by Mr and Mrs Wra. Wood, [6 High Street, 
Peebles, containing the sad news that their eldest son, Lance-Corporal 
ROBERT WOOD, had been killed in action in France, on the morning 
of the 25th August. Lance-Corporal Wood, who was in the Scottish 
Rifles, joined up in the beginning of IQ17, previous to which he was 
an auctioneer and valuator with Alexander Dowell, Edinburgh. 
The letter received was from the Second-Lieutenant commanding the 
I2th platoon, and in the course of it he said Lance-Corporal Wood's 
cheery disposition soon made him liked by his comrades. He proved 
himself a good soldier, paying great attention to his work. On the 
Battalion going into the trenches, Corporal Wood's section was 
left out to form a reserve, which had to bring up rations to those 
in the line. It was whilst in one of these parties that Corporal Wood 
was killed, a shell landing close to the party, and slightly wounding 
him. The shock, however, proved too much for his heart, and he 
expired immediately. He was buried in the British Military Cemetery 
in a Belgian village. 

Here, we have life, 
Through your most valiant death out there : 

There, you have life, 
Through your most valiant death out there : 
For life so nobly given, 
Thy strife so nobly striven, 
Grant them Thy Heaven, 
New life, O Lord, Thy meet reward 
For those most valiant lads out there! 


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160. Sergeant ftbomas fNVXuchic lRamsa\>. 

IRogal Scots. 

1917 — August 28. 

MRS RAMSAY, Old Town, Peebles, received official intimation, from the 
Hamilton Record Office, that her husband, Sergeant THOMAS M'LUCKIE 
RAMSAY, Royal Scots, was killed in action in France, on the 28th of 
August. Sergeant Ramsay joined up on the 2lst December 1914, 
became full Sergeant in 191 5, and was then appointed musketry 
instructor. He went out to France in November 1916, and fought at 
the battle of Arras. After that he was again appointed musketry 
instructor at one of the base camps in France. He had been for 
seven years in the employment of James Smith, auctioneer, Peebles, as 
clerk, before joining up. He was 24 years of age, and left a wife and 
little boy. The last letter Mrs Ramsay received from her husband told 
her to prepare for a little surprise, as he expected furlough home at 
the end of August. His brother James was fated to fall on 15th 
December 1917. 

For them the morning choir shall sing 
Its matins from the branches high, 
And every minstrel-voice of Spring, 
That trills beneath the April sky 
Shall greet them with its earliest cry. 

At last the rootlets of the trees 
Shall find the prison where it lies, 
And bear the buried dust they seize 
In leaves and blossoms to the skies, 
So may the soul that warmed it rise! 


The Fighting in September 1917. 

IN September 1917 the front of the Second Army was extended 
northward, and Sir Herbert Plumer took over the attack upon the 
southern portion of the enemy front on the Menin road. Our artillery 
tactics were revised in order to cope with the German "pill-boxes." 
In the early clays of September the sodden soil of the salient began 
slowly to dry. The new eight-mile front of attack ran from the 
Ypres-Staden Railway north of Langemarck to the Ypres-Comines 
Canal north of Hollebeke. At dawn on the morning of the 20th 
September the attack was launched. The most remarkable achievement 
was that of the Scottish and South African Brigades of the 9th 
Division, which won their final objectives in three hours. The crux 
of the battle lay in the area of the Second Army, and the vital point 
was the work of its centre along the Menin road. The Australians 
by mid-day had cleared and secured the whole western half of 
Polygon Wood. This cracked the kernel of the German defence in 
the salient. The battle of 20th September was a proof of what 
heights of endurance the British soldier may attain to. From the 2lst 
to the 25th September the Germans made furious counter-attacks upon 
our lines; but made no progress. We struck again on the 26th 
September. In the centre we took the ruins of Zonnebeke village; 
and further south the Australians carried the remainder of Polygon 
Wood. On 30th September the Germans renewed their attacks, and 
•continued until the 3rd October. 



I had no heart to march for war 

When trees were bare and fell the snow ; 

To go to-day is easier far 

When pink and white the orchards blow, 
While cuckoo calls and from the lilac bush 
Carols at peace the well-contented thrus'i. 

For now the gorse is all in flower, 
The chestnut tapers light the morn, 
Gold gleam the oaks, the sun has power 
To robe the glittering plain with corn; 
I hear from all the land of hope a voice 
That bids me forward bravely and rejoice. 

So merry are the lambs at play, 

So cheerfully the cattle feed, 

With such security the May 

Has built green walls round every mead, 
O'er happy roofs such grey old church-towers peep. 
Who would not fight these dear, dear homes to keep? 

For hawthorn wreath, for bluebell glade, 

For miles of buttercup that shine, 

For song of birds in sun and shade 

That fortify this soul of mine, 
For all May joy beneath a Scottish sky, 
How sweet to live — how glad and good to die ! 




161. Driver Hleranfcer Bain. 

TRogal jfiel£> artillery. 

1917 — September 6. 

THE wife of Driver ALEXANDER Bain, resident in Edinburgh, 
received, through the medium of an official telegram, the news that her 
husband had been admitted into a casualty clearing station at 
Salonica, suffering from malignant malaria. A second communication 
was received from the Artillery Record Office, Woolwich, conveying 
the sad intelligence that the malady stated above had proved fatal, 
and that Driver Bain had died on the 6th September. 

In reply to a letter from Mrs Bain inquiring for particulars of her 
husband's death, the Chaplain of the casualty clearing station in 
which Driver Bain died wrote as follows: — "In reply to your letter of 
23rd October, I saw your husband every day while in hospital, and 
prayed with him. I buried him in the military cemetery at Janes. 
He was very cheerful when he came in, but would not give me your 
address, as he was afraid you would be anxious, and he was going to 
get better. But he took a turn, and did not recover. He suffered no 
pain, and was not conscious at the end; he passed away in his sleep 
quite peacefully. His work was finished, and God took him. May 
God comfort you with His own great comfort." 

Driver Bain was the youngest son of Frank Bain, 29 Rosetta Road, 
Peebles, and learned the art and craft of the printing trade in the 
office of the Peeblesshire Advertiser. He subsequently settled down in 
Edinburgh, and worked in some of the best-known printing houses in 
that city, including those of Banks & Co. and M'Lagan & dimming, 
being employed by the last-mentioned firm at the time of his joining 
up in the early months of 1916. To him his calling was a hobby, 
and in this connection he was the holder of several medals, certificates, 
&c, won in various trade competitions. He was 37 years of age, and 
went to the East with his battery eight months before his death. A 
widow and two young children mourned his loss. 

We bear the burden of the years 

Clean-limbed, clear-hearted, open-browed, 

Albeit sacramental tears 

Have dimmed our eyes, we know the proud 

Content of men who weep unbowed 

Before the legionary fears; 

In sorrow we have grown to be 

The masters of adversity. 




[62. private MUliam flIMcbie. 

Seafortb 1bigblan6ers. 

1917 — September 7. 

PRIVATE WILLIAM MlCHIE, Seaforth Highlanders, was admitted into 
hospital at a clearing station in France on the 3rd September IQ17, 
on account of his being dangerously wounded, and died on the 7th 
September, in his 28th year. His wounds were caused by shrapnel, 
and were upon the back and limbs. 

He was the second son of Alexander Michie, Old Town, Peebles, 
and had been a dyer in Damdale Mill, Peebles, but was working in 
Brora, Sutherlandshire, when war broke out. He at once joined up (in 
August 1914), enlisting in the Seaforth Highlanders, at Golspie. He 
was transferred to Bedford, and was in training there till April 191 5. 
He was then drafted to France and had taken part in most of the 
outstanding engagements since then, and in these he was ever in the 
hottest parts. 

"Well, we have had another spell in the trenches, and I am sorry 
to say that we lost Willie Michie, and another chap here, who were 
both knocked out. They were both fine fellows, and we miss them 
both. The rest of the platoon came through without a scratch." 

" It is very hard for the folks at home to have their loved ones 
taken from them, but this is a great cause, and there are great 
sacrifices to make. Your son always was a good soldier, and devoted 
to duty. He has paid the full price, but you should be proud of 
having such a son, and I can assure you that his example and actions 
were an inspiration to all. His work is done but not lost." 

"I can at least share with you the knowledge that your son died 
a splendid soldier, doing his duty, and leaving behind him a memory 
esteemed and honoured by all his comrades. We were going into 
action at the time; he was up in front with me when shells landed 
near us. I saw at once that he was hit, and had him taken to 
hospital immediately. He seemed very cheery, and was splendidly cool 
and brave. It was a great shock to me to learn after we came out 
of action that he had succumbed to his wounds. I shall miss him 
very much, as he was always ready for a job, and always to be relied 
on to carry it out." 

His elder and only brother, Alexander Michie, joined up in Canada, 
also in August 1914, actuated by the same high spirit. Being joint 
proprietor of the Roland News, Manitoba, he left his business interests 
in other hands to fight for his country, and laid down his life for it. 



He was never heard of since he was posted missing, on 23rd April 
1915. He served his time as a compositor in the office of the 
Peeblesshire Advertiser. 

In the first freshness of thy manhood's pride, 

Ere Age or Care had chilled the flowing tide, 

Thou, young-eyed, immortality hast earned, 

And thy fair life thy death has sanctified. 

For those who mourn, they have no cause to weep, 

The battle but begun, he wins the prize; 

Laurels for Britain he has lived to reap. 

Sweet be his sleep 'neath foreign skies, 

And when the trumpet's blast bids them arise, 

Eternal glory shall his spirit keep. 



Close his eyes; his work is done. 

What to him is friend or foeman, 
Rise of moon or set of sun, 

Hand of man or kiss of woman? 

Lay him loiv, lay him low, 
In the clover or the snow ! 
What cares he? He cannot know: 
Lav hi in low! 

As man may, he fought his fight, 
Proved his truth by his endeavour: 

Let him sleep in solemn night, 
Sleep for ever and for ever. 

Fold him in his country's stars, 
Roll the drum and fire the volley! 

What to him are all our wars? 
What but death bemocking folly? 

Leave him to God's watching eye : 

Trust him to the hand that made him. 

Mortal love weeps idly by : 
God alone has power to aid him. 

Lay him low, lay him low, 
In the clover or the snow! 
What cares he ? He cannot know : 
Lay him lore! 


Bombardier GEORGE D. CARLAN. 


163. Bombardier iconic D. Carlan, 

IRogal jfielC XU'ttllcrv?. 

1917— September 8. 

BOMBARDIER GEORGE D. CARLAN, Royal Field Artillery, was reported 
to have been instantaneously killed by an eight-inch shell on the 
western front, on the 8th September. He was a clerk with John 
Ogilvie, sheriff clerk, Peebles. 

He bravely enlisted on the declaration of war. He was drafted to 
the front in the beginning of 191 5, and went through the offensive at 
Loos and Chapelle, and also took part in the battles of the Sorarae. 

He was well-known in football circles, having played half-back 
for Selkirk Football Club. He was a clever musician and able 
accompanist, and had been organist in a Melrose church. He was 
24 years of age, and was the only son of Mr and Mrs Matthew Carlan, 
Viewfield Lodge, Selkirk. 

The following are extracts from letters received from Bombardier 
Carlan: — 

" I have been in Belgium, but was completely floored with the 
language. It is worse than French, and our Division got a very hot 
reception there as regards shells. I have been living in a dug-out for 
these last few days, owing to the large quantity of German scrap iron 
floating about — Krupp's ironworks, you know. I go a great deal all 
over the place with messages, mostly on horseback, the roads being 
too bumpy for cycling. The worst of a horse is that when a shell 
bursts or a big gun goes off, he becomes almost unmanageable, and I 
have often a hard job to hold him. You know the lines — 'Commanding 
fires of death to light the darkness of her scenery,' and ' Louder 
than the bolts of Heaven far flashed the red artillery.' That 
is just what it is like out here, only the flashes are yellow. When a 
bombardment is on at night the place is all lit up by the flashes from 
the guns, and a weird look they give the place. We were billeted 
lately beside a company of French infantry, and one of them, who 
came from the Channel Islands, spoke very good English. I have 
seen a lot of the French troops from Morocco and Algeria — the Zouaves. 
They wear great baggy trousers and red caps, but for all that I think 
they are good soldiers. Most of our chaps were glad when we left 
the fiercest part of the fighting, but I was sorry. It may have been 
the most dangerous, but then it was the most interesting. You can 
hear a shell coming all right, but the burning question is where the 
beggar is going to burst. When a shell explodes it makes a great 


hole in the ground. One monster, from a 17-inch German howitzer, 
burst about 30 yards from us, and the hole it made measured from 
40-50 feet in diameter and about 20 feet in depth. The weather here 
is delightful, but whenever we move it comes on rain. We never get 
a dry journey." 

"The other night, along with a chum, I was prowling about. It 
was as black as pitch, and we could not see our hands in front of lis. 
Once I felt something tugging at my coat, so I called to my chum— 
'Let go, you ass; who are you pulling at?' He said — 'I'm not touching 
you, you black-muzzled Scotsman.' We were just starting a lovely 
argument, when I discovered it was not him after all! I had got 
hooked up in some barbed wire. As it was too dark to see to unhook 
myself, and too dangerous to strike a light, I had to leave a good part 
of my jacket on the wire. The weather in this particular spot of 
earth is queer. It does not matter much to us, because we are living 
underground, like a shower of worms." 

" A gunner's life is jolly hard at times, especially in action, and 
that is where the battery is at present. We got a weeping shell 
sent over from a German heavy battery a short time ago. This is 
how it affected us: — After the beggar burst, a heavy vapour spread all 
over the ground and we could feel a strong smell of petrol in the air. 
Soon our eyes began to smart, and in a short time everybody in the 
battery seemed to be crying. It was a funny sight — everyone with a 
dirty old handkerchief or a dirty old rag up to his eyes. It affected 
us for a good while, and my eyes ached all night after. I cannot 
help laughing when I hear a shell come over and it is a dud. You 
should see everyone ducking when they hear it coming, then when it 
does not go off the look of relief on their faces is like some people 
when a long sermon is just over. I was having a wash this morning 
in a ruined house, and all the time there were salvoes coming over. 
The first shell burst somewhere outside, so I said 'Good morning;' 
but when one blew a bit of the wall in I said 'Good afternoon,' and 

" I got your parcel all right. It just came at the right time, too. 
We had just come into action after a three days' march, and 1 had no 
grub at all. It was a glorious march. For miles the winding roads 
were packed with troops. There were brigades of artillery, ammunition 
columns, Red Cross ami Army Service Corps Transports, Indian lancers, 
and Indian infantry. You may guess there were a few mishaps, such 
as waggons and horses going into ditches. The first night of the 
march a waggon got stuck, and blocked up the road in Iron! of us. 
We stood by the roadside from six in the afternoon till two next morning, 
and it rained nearly the whole time. I fell asleep on my horse's hack, 
and when I dismounted I It'll asleep where 1 stood. I was not the 


only one either. The fighting up here is awful. It is one continuous 
roar with the artillery. My word ! it's hot. At night for miles 
around one can see the flashes from the guns, and also the German 
shells as they hurst. It is a grand sight. We sleep out in the open 
now, but it is better than in barns." 

God willed him a musician, 

Lit his soul with love and fun, 
Made him mirror all the masters — 

But he died beside a gun. 

Died, who might have served by living, 

Served as serve the stars and sun, 
Warming hearts and coaxing beauty — 

Yet he died beside a gun. 

Slender hands God gave the artiste, 

E'er their task was well begun, 
Deftly weaving strands of music, 

Fed the fury of a gun. 

He who by the grace of kindness 

All the little children won, 
He who lived in realms of sweetness, 

Strangely died beside a gun. 

Oh, ye maddened men of Europe, 

Come, behold what ye have done! 
Ye have dragged him from the organ, 

Ye have flung him to the gun. 




164. iprivatc 3obn fIDacnab. 

IRogal Scots. 

1917 — September 26. 

OFFICIAL intimation was received by Mr and Mrs JOHN MACNAB, 1 8 
Damdale, Peebles, stating that their only son, Private JOHN MACNAB, 
Royal Scots, had been posted as missing after an engagement on the 
Ypres front near Zonnebeke, on 26th September. Previous to enlisting 
in the 2/8th Royal Scots, in October 1914, Private Macnab, who was 
20 years of age, was employed in the tweed warehouse of Lowe, 
Donald & Co., Peebles. He proceeded to France in June 1917. 

Are you sleeping, sleeping soundly, 

Comrade, over there, 
Where the grasses wave above you 

In the summer air; 
Where we laid you as we found you, 
With the ravaged land around you, 
Grim and bare ? 

Can you hear the bugle blowing 

Faint and far away ; 
Can you hear the loud drums throbbing, 

Hear the trumpets bray, 
Hear the tribute that we render 
To the souls that won the splendour 
Of the day? 

'Tis the day we fought and toiled for, 

The day for which you died, 
Underneath the flag of freedom, 

The banner of our pride, 
Which to-day is proudly flying 
O'er the fallen victors lying 
Side by side. 

O surely you shall know us 

Within your narrow bed 
When battle-worn battalions 

Salute the honoured dead ; 
Shall feel the brown earth shaken 
And to knowledge shall awaken 
At our tread. 


The Third Battle of Ypres. 

We had planned the next stage of the battle for the 4th October 1917, 
but the weather again broke, with gales and heavy rains. Our 
objective was the ridge east of Zonnebeke, the southern part of what 
was called the Passchendaele heights, along which ran the road from 
Becelaere. By mid-day every objective had been gained. The 
British left was directed along the Poelcapelle road, and after back- 
ward and forward fighting we won the position. A little after 
mid-day we gained all our final objectives. We had broken up forty 
German battalions, and had taken over 500 prisoners. On the 9th 
October we renewed our advance, but it was amid deep mud and 
incessant rains. Our next attack was fixed for the 12th, but after it 
began it had to be countermanded on account of the storm ; still, some 
gains were made. On the 22nd we pushed east of Poelcapelle, anil 
crept a little further into Houthulst Wood. On the 26th we entered 
Gheluvelt for the first time since the first battle of Ypres. On the 
30th October came the attack on Passchendaele itself. The fighting 
here occupied the days until the 6th November, when the Canadians 
swept forward once more, and carried the whole of Passchendaele. 
The third battle of Ypres had wiped out the salient where for three 
years we had been at the mercy of the German guns. 



Doug/as, Douglas, tender and true." 

COULD ye come back to me, Douglas, Douglas, 

In the old likeness that I knew, 
I would be so faithful, so loving, Douglas, 

Douglas, Douglas, tender and true. 

Never a scornful word should grieve ye, 
I'd smile on ye sweet as the angels do : 

Sweet as your smile on me shone ever, 
Douglas, Douglas, tender and true. 

to call back the days that are not ! 

My eyes were blinded, your words were few, 
Do you know the truth now up in Heaven, 
Douglas, Douglas, tender and true? 

1 never was worthy of you, Douglas — 
Not half worthy the like of you : 

Now all men beside seem to me like shadows — 
I love you, Douglas, tender and true. 

Stretch out your hand to me, Douglas, Douglas, 
Drop forgiveness from Heaven like dew ; 

As I lay my heart on your dead heart, Douglas, 
Douglas, Douglas, tender and true! 




165. private Hleyanber fll>ason. 

Seafortb 1btgblan&ers. 

19 1 7— October 4. 

OFFICIAL information was received by George Mason, I School Brae, 
Peebles, that his second son, Private ALEXANDER MASON, Seaforths, 
19 years of age, was posted as missing after an engagement in France 
on the 4th October 1917. Later, a letter came from the Record 
Office, Perth, stating that Private Mason had been killed in action 
on the date mentioned, and that his body had been recovered and 
buried. In an officer's letter in reply to a letter of enquiry from Mr 
Mason as to his son being posted as missing, the writer in the course 
of the letter said: — 'The Seaforth Highlanders took part in a big- 
battle in Belgium on 4th October, when all the officers of Private 
Mason's company were casualties, and many N.C.O.'s and men were 
killed, wounded, or missing. All that is known is that Private Mason 
took a gallant part in the advance, and when the Battalion was 
relieved he was found to be missing." Private Mason, previous to 
enlisting in November 1916, was employed with John Crichton, 
butcher, Peebles — being one of that merchant's five apprentices who 
laid down their lives for freedom's cause — and proceeded to France in 
June 1917. His elder brother, William, was a Lance-Corporal in the 
Royal Scots, while a younger brother, George, was a boy bugler in the 
Highland Light Infantry. 

The night was long and dark, and hard the way, 

But ever to the distant goal we pressed. 
Weary and faint, sore stricken in the fray, 

But never yet by craven fears distressed. 
We kept our living faith, undimmed and bright, 
In Thee, our glorious Captain in the fight. 

Thou gavest us one heart, one mind, one soul, 

To battle nobly in a noble cause, 
To keep the very heart of freedom whole 

And still uphold the high and sacred laws 
Of justice and of right on many a field, 
Trusting in Thee Who wert our sword and shield. 




166. lPnvatc 3obn fturnlwll. 

©tago TRegtment, Iftew 2£ealan& Snfantcg 3Briga&e. 

1917 —October 12. 

THE following telegram was received by Mr and Mrs Christopher 
Grieve Turnbull, Mayfield House, Old Town, Peebles, from the New 
Zealand Record Office, Southampton Road, London :— " Very much 
regret to inform you that information is just received that your son, 
23059 Private JOHN TURNBULL, Otago Infantry Regiment, New Zealand 
Expeditionary Force, is reported killed in action at Bellevue Spur, in 
France, on 1 2th October." Private Turnbull was the eldest son of Air 
and Mrs Turnbull, and went to New Zealand in 1912, being then but 
a lad of 18. He joined up in 1916, and in a few months thereafter 
was in the fighting line in France, giving his gallant young" life for 
his country at the age of twenty-three. 

In each other's faces 

Looked the pioneers ; 
Drank the wine of courage 

All their battle years. 
For their weary sowing 

Through the world wide, 
Green they saw the harvest 

Ere the day they died. 

But the grey, grey company 

Stood every man alone 
In the chilly dawn light. 

Scarcely had they known 
Ere the day they perished, 

That their beacon star 
Was not glint of marsh-light 

In the shadows far. 

Be laurel to the victor, 

And roses to the fair, 
And asphodel Elysian 

Let the hero wear ; 
But lay the maiden lilies 

Upon their narrow biers— 
The lone grey company 

Before the pioneers. 



Private William Pace. 


167. [private William pace. 

Scottish IRiflC!?. 

1917— October 19. 

JOHN PACE, Soonhope, Peebles, was officially informed that his only 
son, Private WILLIAM PACE, Scottish Rifles, had died in an Australian 
Hospital in France, on the 19th October, as the result of an accident. 
He was 24, and before enlisting' was employed at Haystoun, and also 
at the Hydro. 

Come, let us drink in silence ere we part 

To every fervent yet resolved heart 

That brought its tameless passion and its tears, 

Renunciation, and laborious years. 

To lay the deep foundations of our race, 

To rear its mighty ramparts overhead, 

And light its pinnacles with golden grace. 





168. Serjeant Militant jprcston. 

/IftaclMiic (Sun Corps. 

1917 — October 26. 

MR AND Mrs WILLIAM PRESTON, 4a Cross Street, Peebles, received 
a letter from an officer in France stating that their son had been 
killed in action on the 26th October 1917- The writer, however, did 
not state the name of the soldier or the company to which he was 
attached, and the fact that they had two sons in France left them in 
doubt as to which one had made the supreme sacrifice. In answer to 
enquiries, Mr and Mrs Preston received a letter stating that it was 
Sergeant WILLIAM PRESTON who had been killed. The writer said 
"Your son, Sergeant W. Preston, did splendid work the other day 
(26th October) before he was killed. He was the life and soul of his 
section, and was an example to every one. You can well be proud 
of him, and the country have lost in him a man whom they can ill 
afford to spare. He was the best athlete in the company, and would 
have risen to great heights had he lived. Nevertheless he did 
wonderful work for his country, and did his duty. He has made 
the great sacrifice." The deceased, who was the eldest son, and 
21 years of age, previous to enlisting in August 1914 was employed 
in Wakefield Tweed Mill, Galashiels, and went out to France with a 
draft a year later. He was in Peebles during September 1916, on 
hospital leave, after having been wounded in France. He was an 
enthusiastic member of the Gala Harriers' Club, a well-known football 
player, and the winner of numerous athletic prizes. It is interesting 
to note that Sergeant Preston's father, formerly of the 2nd Scots 
Guards, wears the Tel-el-Kebir and Egyptian medals. 

We cannot hear your step upon the stair, 
We turn to speak, and find a vacant chair, 
Something is broken that we cannot mend, 
God has done more than take away a friend 
In taking you : for all that we have left 
Is bruised and irremediably bereft. 
There is none like you. Yet not that alone 

Do we bemoan ; 
But this : that you were greater than the rest, 
And better than the best. 



Private Andrew Young. 


169. private Hnbrew IPcminv 

©or&on 1fotgblan&ers. 

1917 — October 26. 

MRS ALEXANDER YOUNG, 6 Kirkland Street, Peebles, received official 
information that her youngest son, Private ANDREW YOUNG, Gordon 
Highlanders, who was previously reported as missing in France, 
after an engagement on 26th October, had been killed in action 
on that date. Private Young, who was 23 years of age, was 
twice wounded, and once invalided home from France suffering from 
typhoid fever. Previous to enlisting in June 1915, Private Young was 
employed as a grocer at Methil, and for some time before going to 
Methil he was a grocer with John Black, Northgate, Peebles. Private 
Young's first time in France was ten weeks after he had joined the 
Colours, while his fourth time, with a draft, was in June 1917. 

"In the hope of having better news, I have delayed writing about 
your son, Private A. Young, who was reported missing on 26th 
October 1Q1 7. He was with the Battalion in their attack that morning. 
The enemy's fire was severe, and the rain made the ground very heavy. 
Since then we have heard no news of him. If you have, kindly let 
us know. There is always the possibility of his being in one of our 
hospitals wounded, or even a prisoner of war. But those who know 
the situation here fear the worst. If we hear anything further we 
shall let you know at once." 

Mrs Young had a record of which any mother might well be 
proud. She gave her five sons to the service of her country, and this 
splendid sacrifice was the more noteworthy when it is considered that 
not one male member of the family remained at home. The names 
of the sons and their regiments were — William, South African Rifles; 
David, Black Watch; Alexander, Royal Garrison Artillery; James, 
Royal Engineers ; Andrew, Gordon Highlanders ; son-in-law, George 
Weir, Royal Garrison Artillery. 

Who shall name them, this numberless army? we know not their number or name, 
But we know from the sign on their foreheads through great tribulation they came ; 
No calendar blazons their triumph with service of vigil or feast, 
And he that was greatest among them is even as he that was least ; 
They were men in the might of their manhood, or boys in the beauty of youth, 
But they held all as dust in the balance to battling for freedom and truth, 
We shall see them no more to our sorrow, they are rapt from the sphere of our pain, 
And the sword and the fire and the bullet shall sear not nor slay them again ; 
Priest and poet, clerk, scholar, and craftsman, sea-toilers, or sons of the sod, 
From earth, air, and ocean up-gathered, they rest in the Garden of God. 


Lance-Corporal Walter M. Campbell. 


170. %anc&*CorporaI wialtcr HDellisb Campbell 

"Ring's Own Scottisb .l6ovJ>crcrs. 

1917 — October 27. 

MR AND MRS DUNCAN CAMPBELL, Hydro Cottage, Soonhope, Peebles 
were informed officially that their eldest son, Lance-Corporal WALTER 
M. CAMPBELL, King's Own Scottish Borderers, had been killed in 
France on 27th October 1917. 

He was born in Ardrishaig, Argyllshire, in 1896, and was therefore 
21 years of age when he fell. He was educated at Peebles Burgh 
and County High School, and went in for all outdoor sports. He had 
a kind and loving nature, scorning to do a mean action, and was 
a general favourite with all who knew him. He was a law clerk 
with Blackwood & Smith, W.S., Peebles, previous to enlisting in the 
9th Royal Scots. When he was drafted to France he was transferred 
to the King's Own Scottish Borderers, and served with them till he 
was killed. His body was buried at Zonnebeke. Walter Campbell's 
neighbour at Soonhope, William Pace, fell about the same time. 

"Thanks for letter of 3rd instant, and I'm sure Wattie's death 
must be a terrible blow to you. He was so cheery, and always got 
through somehow, in fact, as we say, he didn't care a hang for any 
danger or thing. I have seen him in tight corners, but he always 
came out on top. He was always talking of getting a Blighty one or 
trench feet again, the same as in the 1st Battalion last year. I know 
you will miss him severely, for from my personal acquaintanceship he 
must have been a great favourite with all. He came through the 
fighting all right on the 26th, and it seems so terrible that he should 
have been killed while going out for a rest. I was wounded on the 
26th, and had left Wattie on his own in a shell-hole. He had asked 
me to leave him my water bottle, for water is so difficult to obtain, 
and the smell and taste of gunpowder makes you so thirsty. He 
wished me the best of luck, and hoped I'd get to Blighty, and 
laughingly said he would shortly follow me down and meet me again 
at the dressing station. I never dreamt that I should never see him 
again, and it was a terrible blow to me when I saw his death 
mentioned in the Scotsman. I am sorry to say there is little hope of 
getting any of his belongings, for he may have been buried by 
strangers, and they would not think of retaining his pay or notebook 
to send to you. I will try and get it for you, and will write the 
sergeant, although he wasn't in the line at the time. I know you 
would prize any little detail of his, for I'm sure they would in my 


home. I shall be going out again early in the New Year, and will 
try and get posted to the 2nd Battalion, and will get to know all 
details concerning Walter's death. My home is in Sheffield, but if at 
any time I am near Peebles, or in Edinburgh, I shall most certainly 
call and see you. I will now give you a few details leading up to 
the time I came away. We left Bedford House, or what remained of 
it, on the afternoon of the 24th, and after a long, long trail, arrived at 
the support pill boxes, after a four hours' journey. Fritz's artillery 
was very active, and we had a few casualties, but Walter and I 
arrived safe, as we had done on many occasions. It is really 
miraculous how anyone returns through that awful fire zone. We 
were told to go in a pill box, and stay there, and thirty-three were 
put in an open dug-out, which would accommodate ten of us in 
comfort. We were all crouched up, and the water lay about in 
places to the depth of one foot. We stayed in till about II. 30 A.M. 
the next morning, when word came along that the ' Warwicks ' had 
lost the chateau. Fritz had been shelling the pill box all through the 
night, and any moment we were expecting to be blown to atoms. 
Well, we fixed bayonets, and a few of us, including Walter, made our 
way up to take back the chateau. We had got safely away from the 
pill box when the Bosches landed a shell right into it. Eventually 
we arrived up to the Warwicks, and Walter and I dug a hole to 
shelter us. I was called away to run and gather ammunition for the 
Lewis Machine Gunners, and after an hour and a half's work I was 
sniped in the left forearm, but it was only a slight flesh wound. The 
last I saw of Walter was when I handed him my ammunition and 

"It was with the deepest regret I learned this morning that your 
son Wattie had fallen. It was a great shock to me, and you have 
my deepest sympathy in your sad bereavement. The last time I saw 
him was on the 25th October, the night we went up the line. We 
were in different companies, and our company was in reserve, Wattie's 
being in support. The Battalion got word to move up to the front 
line on the 27th, and I ^ot wounded on the road up. It was very 
hard lines on Wattie. He was a good and a brave lad, and through 
his death I have lost the best chum ever 1 hail in the Army. It all 
depends who was with him at the lime if you get his belongings, but 
I expect you will get some of them from the Battalion. 1 hope you 
have now got over it a little, and I cannot write how sorry 1 am." 

"Your letter of Qth inst. to hand regarding the death of Lance- 
Corporal Walter M. Campbell. I am sorry I can give no information of 
my own regarding the deceased man, as I only look over this platoon 
after die 26th ulto., the dale on which he was killed. However, I learn 
from inquiry thai the company had jusl been relieved from the front 


line, and were sheltering round about some pill boxes, when a shrapnel 
shell burst overhead and killed Lance-Corporal Campbell. He was killed 
instantaneously, and was buried near the spot where he fell. He was 
an excellent soldier, and had just been promoted Lance-Corporal before 
goinjj up for his last time on this earth. He was very well liked in 
his company, and all his pals were very sorry to lose him. I trust 
this information, though little, may be of some consolation to his 
sorrowing parents, and they have our deepest sympathy in losing such 
a son." 

In the glen when I was young 
Bluebell stems stood close together, 

In the evenings dewdrops hung 
Clear as glass above the heather. 

I'd be sitting on a stone, 

Legs above the water swung, 

I a laddie all alone, 

In the glen where I was young. 

Well, the glen is empty now, 
And far am I from them that love me, 

Water to my knees below, 
Shrapnel in the clouds above me ; 

Watching till I sometimes see, 
Instead of death and fighting men, 

The people that were kind to me, 
And summer in the little glen. 

Hold me close until I die, 
Lift me up, it's better so ; 
If, before I go, I cry, 
It isn't I'm afraid to go; 
Only sorry for the boy 
Sitting there with legs aswung 
In my little glen of joy, 
In the glen where I was young. 


The Battle of Cambrai. 

On the 6th November 1917, with the taking of Passchendaele, the third 
battle of Ypres drew to a close. The mind of General Sir Douglas 
Haig was working" towards the discovery of new tactics. He found 
an area for their application in that sector of the old Siegfried line 
which lay in front of Havrincourt Wood, between the Bapaume- 
Cambrai road and the Scheldt canal. Eight miles from our front rose 
the spires and factory chimneys of Cambrai. There was to be no 
preliminary bombardment. Tanks were to be relied on to break 
through the enemy's wire. On Tuesday, 20th November, the attack 
began. By half-past ten in the morning, the main Siegfried line had 
been pierced and broken; fighting had ensued in the deep tunnels; that 
too was successful, and the British troops, with cavalry behind, were 
advancing to their final objectives in the open country. Havrincourt 
village was taken; also Ribecourt. By 8 A.M. on the 21st, Flesquieres 
village had fallen; and by II, the German line had been breached to 
the north of Masnieres. On the 23rd, came the serious assault on 
Bourlon heights. On the afternoon of the 24th the whole of Bourlon 
village was captured; but was re-taken by the enemy on the 25th. 
In the week's fighting we had taken 10,500 prisoners and 142 guns. 
We had wrested sixty square miles from the enemy, and re-taken ten 
villages. Joy bells rang prematurely in Britain, but the German High 
Command was greatly startled by Cambrai. 

On the morning of Monday, 30th November, the Germans began a 
terrible assault upon our lines. Our line was overwhelmed. At 9 
A.M. the enemy was in Gouzeaucourt. The situation was saved by the 
29th Division at Masnieres. On the 1st December the Guards 
advanced, captured St Quentin ridge, ami entered Gonnelieu. On 2nd 
and 3rd December we had to withdraw. We had to give up the 
Bourlon position, for which our troops had so gallantly fought. The 
shortening of our line was begun on the night of the 4th and 
completed by the morning of the 7th. The battle was over, and by 
the end of the year, Cambrai had returned to the normal winter 
inactivity. The battle of Cambrai had effected nothing. This closed 
the campaign of l<;i7 on the Western Front. 



Christians were on the earth ere Christ was born: 
His laws, not yet a code, were follow'd still 

By sightless Pagans in the dark forlorn, 

Groping toward the light, as blind men will: 

Thousands of years ago men dared to die 

Loving their enemies — and wondered why. 

Who that has read in Homer's truthful page 
Of brave Achilles brooding o'er the corse 

Of Hector sacrificed — less to his rage 
Than iron custom's law, without remorse 

Claiming revenge for mild Patroclus slain — 

Can doubt he wish'd great Hector lived again ? 

Full half the tears he shed were Hector's due, 
Whose noble soul he had to Hades sent. 

Why — was Patroclus gainer, if they knew ? 
Methinks I see Achilles in his tent 

Beating his breast and twitching at his hair. 

Wanting a few words only — the Lord's Prayer ! 



Private Tames K. Brock ik 


171. private 3*111100 Ikcrr Brockie. 

1Ro\>al Scots. 

1917 — November 7. 

PRIVATE JAMES KERR BROCKIE was the eldest brother of Private 
John Kerr Brockie, whose father resides at Maxwelltown, Dumfries. 
It is necessary thus to distinguish among the various families of 
Brockie in the burgh. The two brothers next in age were both 
wounded; and the youngest brother, John K. Brockie, had not yet 
fallen on the field (1918, August 5). There were therefore four 
Brockies of this family in the Army. 

In September 1917, James K. Brockie, who was a china merchant in 
Peebles, was called up. He was trained at Glencorse. At the end 
of October he returned to Peebles on furlough looking ill. He went 
back to the barracks at Glencorse, and was kept in hospital; and 
from thence conveyed to the hospital in Edinburgh Castle. But 
collapse from internal haemorrhage set in, and he passed away on 
the 7th November ig 17, aged 32. He left a widow — Catherine Confrey 
—and child. His remains were accorded a military funeral, with pipe 
band and firing party, in the cemetery of Peebles. 

Waste of muscle, waste of brain, 
Waste of patience, waste of pain, 
Waste of manhood, waste of health, 
Waste of beauty, waste of wealth, 
Waste of blood, and waste of tears, 
Waste of youth's most precious years, 
Waste of ways that saints have trod, 
Waste of glory, waste of God. 



Lieutenant John Bain. 


172. lieutenant 3obn Bain, 

Ganaotan /ll^ncbmc Gun Corps. 

1917— November 12. 

AMONG the many Peebles-Canadian lads who gallantly offered their 
services to the Motherland in her time of need was JOHN BAIN, of 
Pine Lake, Alberta, Canada. He was the younger son of the late 
Captain John Bain, nautical assessor, Glasgow, and Mrs Bain, formerly 
of Stobain, Peebles, and now of Riverdale, Elbow Park, Calgary, 
Alberta, Canada. Mrs Bain was a daughter of Captain James 
Marshall, of the 6th (Inniskilling) Dragoons. 

Deceased was born in Glasgow in 1 878, and was in his 31st year 
at the time of his death. He was educated at Linden Academy, Partick, 
Glasgow, and at Peebles Burgh and County High School, and left 
for Canada in 1904. He settled at Pine Lake, Alberta, and engaged 
in ranching for eight years. In 1912 he went to British Columbia, and 
settled on Vancouver Island, remaining there till the outbreak of war 
in 1914. He was unmarried. One brother was Captain George Bain, 
of the Headquarters Staff, Military District No. 13, Calgary. 

Deceased was a member of the 15th Light Horse Canadian 
Active Militia (non-permanent), from 1908 till 1912. After the 
outbreak of the Great War, and when the call came for more 
men, he enlisted in the 72nd Seaforth Highlanders of Canada 
(Canadian Expeditionary Force), at Nanaimo, British Columbia, in 
June 1915. He was gazetted Lieutenant in the 35th Central Alberta 
Horse, and appointed to be Lieutenant of the 137th Battalion 
of the Canadian Expeditionary Force in December 191 5. He 

proceeded overseas with his Battalion in the autumn of 1916, and after 
further training in England he went to France in August 1917. 
He accompanied the Canadian Corps from Lens to Passchendaele, and 
was dangerously wounded by shell explosion, while occupying position 
on Bellevue Spur, on the night of Ilth November 1917, and died of 
wounds twelve hours later. He was buried in Dozenghem British 
Cemetery, Proven, Belgium. 

Lieutenant Bain's mother wrote — " My dear boy's last letter was 
dated 6th November 191 7. He wrote me every day from the time he 
went to France, sometimes only a line, and the latest said — 'I do not 
feel very fluent to-night, and as you generally get my letters in a 
bunch I'll stop.' Another time he was writing by the light of a 
candle, in the dug-out, and he said the candle had fallen twenty times 
while he covered half a sheet, with the reverberations of the 


cannonading passing over their heads. My first news were the 
telegrams received on the 13th and 14th November 1917 consecutively. 
First, 'Dangerously wounded,' and second, 'Died of wounds.'" 

Afterwards the following communications were received by the 
stricken mother: — 

"The King commands me to assure you of the true sympathy of 
His Majesty and the Queen in your sorrow. — DERBY, Secretary of State 
for War." 

"I am commanded by His Excellency the Governor-General to say 
with what deep regret both he and Her Excellency the Duchess of 
Devonshire have heard of the loss you and the Dominion have 
sustained by the death of your son, Lieutenant John Bain, in the 
service of his country. Their Excellencies deeply sympathise with 
you in your sorrow." 

" My colleagues and I send our deepest sympathy in the great 
bereavement you have sustained in the death of your gallant son.— 

R. L. Borden." 

" I desire to express to you my very sincere sympathy in the 
recent decease of your son. Lieutenant John Bain, Canadian 
Expeditionary Force, who, in sacrificing his life at the front in action 
with the enemy, has rendered the highest service of a worthy citizen. 
The heavy loss which you and the nation have sustained would indeed 
be depressing were it not redeemed by the knowledge that the brave 
comrade for whom we mourn performed his duties fearlessly and well, 
as became a good soldier, and gave his life for the great cause of 
human liberty and the defence of the Empire." 

" Your son, Lieutenant John Bain, 3rd Canadians, Machine Gun 
Corps, has to-day been admitted to 61 Casualty Clearing Station, 
suffering from severe wounds of right leg and lesser wounds of both 
hands. I expect you have already heard from the War Office that 
his condition is critical, and at time of writing I am sorry to say there 
is no improvement. I thought you would like to know how everything 
possible is being done for him. I will write again and tell you how 
he is." 

"I am exceedingly sorry to have to write you such a sad letter as 
this must be to you. Your son, Lieutenant John Bain, died on the 
same night of admission to this casualty clearing station. When he 
came to us he was in a very collapsed condition, having lost a great 
amount of blood. His right leg was very badly mutilated, and 
although we tried everything, nothing was of any avail. He was 
unconscious for several hours before he died, and il will comfort you 
to know that he did not suffer any pain, and passed peacefully away, 
at 8 I'.M. I told him I was writing you. He was pleased about it, and 
said he hoped you would not worry about him. He is buried in the 


cemetery at Dozenghem, quite near here, beside many others of our 
brave men. Each grave is marked with a little cross, and well cared 
for. May I offer you my sincere sympathy in your great loss." 

"I deeply regret to have to say that your dear son, Lieutenant J. 
Bain, 3rd Canadian Machine Gun Corps, was brought into this hospital 
on nth inst., severely wounded in the right leg and hands, and 
succumbed during the night to his wounds. He hardly regained 
consciousness, and passed away peacefully. Everything possible was 
done for him, and the sister attended to his case most tenderly. He 
was in deep sleep each time I visited him during the day he was in. 
Yesterday I conducted his burial service in Dozenghem Military 
Cemetery attached to this hospital. It is a quiet spot, and vvell looked 
after. Each has a separate grave, with a cross giving particulars. 
Your son's grave is No. 9 in Row A, Plot 15. He nobly gave his 
life for others. May the God of all consolation comfort you and all 
dear to your son in your great sorrow, and ever guard and bless you." 

" Please forgive my writing to you, but I feel I must tell you how 
deeply and truly we sympathise with you in the loss of your son. 
My husband is in the Canadian Machine Gun Corps, and we both 
knew your son so well. We first met him at the school at 
Crowborough last January, ami in all the two and a half years that 
my husband has been in the Canadian Army your dear son was one 
of the few men he has met that he felt that he could make a real and 
true friend of. It seems so utterly hard that your son should not have 
been spared, for God knows that we surely have need of good men in 
the world, and that they are needed more to-day than they have ever 
been before. . . . My husband saw him several times in France. 
They posted Mr Bain to the 3rd Company and my husband to the 13th. 
Their companies worked a good deal together, and latterly they were 
with each other at Passchendaele. The conditions there were very, 
very awful, and the Canadian Machine Gun Corps suffered more losses 
there than in any other engagement during the whole of their 
existence. The wonder was that any returned. On the night before 
Mr Bain and my husband went up the line for the last time, they 
spent the evening together, and the next day they parted each to his 
company. My husband last saw Mr Bain finding the position for his 
guns. The following day he was wounded, and my husband made 
special enquiries as to whether they had been able to get Mr Bain 
'out' and down to a dressing station, and he was so glad to hear 
that they had, and he hoped there was a chance of his recovery. We 
are afraid it was the shock of it all that made it impossible for him 
to recover, for we know that your son was a more than ordinarily 
sensitive man." 

"Your son's position was just ahead of mine. I cannot tell you 



how grieved I was to hear that he had been hit, but with the news 
was the comforting word that he had been got out of the line and to 
hospital. I met Captain Davison of the 3rd the next day, and he 
confirmed the news, saying at the same time that he had lost one of 
his best and most trustworthy officers. Your son was indeed this — 
utterly conscientious, and a favourite with his men — for he never spared 
himself or thought of his own comfort until he had first looked after 
theirs. You yourself know that he was a good son, and I can only 
add that he was a good man, a good soldier, and a good friend. . . 
Your loss is also Canada's loss, for she, too, has lost one that her 
Army can ill spare, whose influence would be always for good, and 
whose example would help not only his men but also his brother 
officers and all who came in contact with him. And we, my wife 
and I, have lost a friend we had hoped to keep for the rest of our 

Another soldier friend said of Lieutenant Bain— "I learned to 
respect and admire him for his fine manly qualities and sterling 
characteristics. I have no particulars as to how he met his death, 
but I know that he would be manfully doing his duty, in a capacity 
that is recognised as the most hazardous in the present war." 

The same friend wrote later — " Since I received your letter, I have 
received one from a good old Scotsman, named Slater, who acted as 
batman to John ami me at Witley. . . . For my part, Slater's letter 
expresses the thought and feeling of everyone who ever came in 
contact with John. It is the plain, outspoken, feeling sympathy of 
one man for his master. During the past couple of months I have 
met many of John's old machine gunners of the 137th Battalion, and 
they have all spoken of his death with feelings of deep and sincere 

The batman said— "I see a report in Canada. December 22nd, of 
the death of Lieutenant John Bain, Canadian Machine Gun Corps. 
1 was wondering if it was the same Mr Bain, of the 137th Machine 
Gun Corps, that used to room with you at Witley. If so, then 
it is another one of Canada's gentlemen that has paid the price doing 
his duty. For a gentleman he was in every respect of the word. 
During the short period of a month that 1 was batman to you and him 
I have heard the boys of the 137th term him 'a good sort,' ami my 
own personal experience of him was thai he was well liked by all 

Another of his men said to Lieutenant Bain's cousin "He was 
the finest officer in the British Army, and the whitest man I ever met." 

Another soldier friend said "I've felt it dreadfully myself. He 
was such a good sort- all through one of the very best, and I never 
forget how he went round Calgary witli me one evening and to the 


theatre, though he was an officer and I just a private, and also writing 
to me as he did over here. But then he was just Jack — no side to him 
and never could have been. He wasn't that sort, but one of those men 
who are not often found, whose men almost worship them, and would 
do anything for. I wonder why it is in this war that all the best 
seem to be taken." 

" We all know the splendid courage ami determination that led 
him to answer the call to battle, and just those reliable, dependable 
qualities which he always showed at the Lake he would show in 
battle. He has gone in good company — in that great band of brave, 
shining knights who have given all. Once more the world is being 
redeemed by the precious blood, and in a sense they are sharers with 
our Lord in His work of redemption. It is nice to think that life is 
not valued by its length, but the use we make of it, and I feel no 
man could have used his better than Jack." 

" We shall never forget the men who stood by the old Mother 
Country in her hour of need, and made victory possible. Canada lias 
been tested in this war, and has come out pure gold." 

There is gathering in the heavens an innumerable host 
Of the valiant and the noble ones who count the world well lost; 
The Lord of Hosts had need of them for the work He has on hand, 
Now, like the stars for multitude, they wait His high command. 

Every race and every nation, every land beneath the sun 

Has helped to swell that great array, but all in Him are one ; 

For the things that made for hatreds, and the things that made for wrath, 

Fell from them as they passed the gate, and pledged their new God-troth. 



Lieutenant WILLIAM M. CLARK. 


173. lieutenant William fIDuir Clark. 

JDistinguisTieb Contact flfte&al, fliMiitan? /n>ct>al, Cioiv be ffinevve, ADebaille fliMlttairc. 

iRoval ibfgblan&ers. 

T917— November 20. 

Lieutenant William M. CLARK was a son of Mr and Mrs James B. 
Clark, Clifton, Arizona, U.S.A., formerly of Peebles. Lieutenant 
Clark spent his boyhood days in Peebles, and was getting on well in 
his new sphere ; but when war broke out he heard the urgent call of 
King and country, and so anxious was he to take part in the great 
struggle that he ran away from school, working his way from 
Pittsburg to New York, and then worked his passage across the 
Atlantic from New York to Liverpool. He was not quite IJ years of 
age at the time. He was a fearless, high-spirited lad, and it is said 
that the boy's enthusiasm and determination to "do his bit" had such 
an effect upon those with whom he came in contact that no fewer 
than 200 men resolved to follow his example. 

He landed at Liverpool in the month of May 191 5, and 
immediately enlisted in the Black Watch, went through the usual 
training, and then was sent out to France with his regiment. 
Landing in France, he was soon up in the firing line and into the 
thick of the fighting, when he had some stirring experiences and some 
narrow escapes, being wounded four times. He specially distinguished 
himself as a soldier, being absolutely fearless under the most trying 
circumstances, and faithful to duty at all times, and this is all the 
more remarkable considering his youth. In recognition of his gallant 
conduct, he received the Distinguished Conduct Medal and the Military 
Medal, and he was decorated by King George with the "Croix de 
Guerre." He also received the French "Medaille Militaire," all so well 
deserved, but he was so modest and unassuming that no one would 
easily have learned these things from himself. 

After about eighteen months' active service in France he came 
back to this country to take up the commission which he had so well 
earned and deserved. He was in training at Nigg, Ross-shire, and at 
Gailes Camp, and on the completion of this he again went out to 
France, where as an officer he displayed as brave and fearless a spirit 
as ever he did as a private. He was a general favourite, with his 
bright and cheery ways, not only as a boy and a young man, but also 
as a soldier, with his brother officers and men of his regiment. They 
lost a good and cheery companion and comrade, and the Army one 
who, though so young, had shown that he was every inch a soldier, 


and true to the noble watchwords of faith and duty. The loss to his 
parents and friends was irreparable, and the sincere sympathy of all 
who knew them went out to them in their great sorrow and loss. 

The following extract from a letter, which was received from 
Lieutenant Clark's commanding officer, shows the deep respect and 
esteem in which he was held: — "It is with the deepest regret that I 
write to tell you of the death of Mr Clark. During the short time he 
has been with this Battalion, he has won the highest esteem and 
respect of his fellow-officers and men. He was always well to the 
front in all sports, and in the fight was a hero. I was his company 
commander, and saw all his brilliant work before he was killed by a 
sniper. After being hit he lived for nearly five minutes, but did not 
suffer pain, in fact his last words were — 'Thank God, I have done my 
bit, anyhow.' The officers and men of this company join with me in 
asking you to accept our sincerest sympathy in the time of your sorrow 
and loss, but I am sure you will realise with great pride the noble 
sacrifice he has made. Another officer and myself were at his burial 
last Saturday. He is buried in a nice little cemetery at Ypres, but 
the exact location will be sent you. Pardon me for being so long in 
writing, but we only came out of the fight on Saturday morning, 
and our time has been fully occupied since with moving and 

All the dear ones we have lost are in that host beyond compare, 
He has called them to His battle that they may His triumph share; 
And no man there but glories in the gain we count but loss, 
For they proudly follow Him who vanquished death upon the Cross. 

And the hearts of men are stirring now ; they feel His presence near ; 
His clarion-call has thrilled the world with its challenge loud and clear; 
By the dim highway of Sorrow, and the clean reluctant sword, 
The soul of life is answering the summons of its Lord. 



THIS is the Chapel: here, my son, 

Your father thought the thoughts of youth, 
And heard the words that one by one 

The touch of Life has turn'd to truth. 
Here in a day that is not far 

You too may speak with noble ghosts, 
Of manhood and the vows of war 

You made before the Lord of Hosts. 

To set the Cause above renown 

To love the game beyond the prize, 
To honour, while you strike him down, 

The foe that comes with fearless eyes: 
To count the life of battle good, 

And dear the land that gave you birth, 
And dearer yet the brotherhood 

That binds the brave of all the earth. 

My son, the oath is yours, the end 

Is His, Who built the world of strife, 
Who gave His children Pain for friend, 

And Death for surest hope of life. 
To-day and here the fight's begun, 

Of the great fellowship you're free; 
Henceforth the School and you are one, 

And what You are, the race shall be. 

God send you fortune : yet be sure, 

Among the lights that gleam and pass, 
You'll live to follow none more pure 

Than that which glows on yonder brass: 
" Qui procul hinc" the legend's writ, 

The frontier-grave is far away — 
"Qui ante diem periit : 

Sed miles, sed pro putrid." 


Private Wll.UAM BA1GR1E. 


175. iprivatc Militant Baione. 

1bfgblan& Xuibt Jnfantrg. 

1917 — November 30. 
IN November 1917 the British were fighting in the neighbourhood of 
Cambrai. On the 20th they took part of the Hindenburg Line, 
capturing 11,000 prisoners and 1 38 guns. Upon the 24th and 25th, 
there was much heavy fighting at Bourlon village, near Cambrai. On 
30th November the Germans made a great attack at Cambrai, and the 
British were forced back with considerable loss. But on 1st December 
the British re-captured Gonnelieu, near Cambrai. 

Private William Baigrie, of the 15th Battalion of the Highland 
Light Infantry, was engaged in all this heavy fighting. He fell 
on St Andrew's Day, 1917, on the Cambrai front, after five 
months' service abroad. He was born in Elcho Street, Peebles, on the 
2nd December 1889, and was aged 27 when he fell. His wife was 
Agnes Dickson, Gowanlea, West Linton. 

Still I see them coming, coming, 

In their ragged broken line, 
Walking wounded in the sunlight, 

Clothed in majesty divine. 

For the fairest of the lilies, 

That God's fairest summer sees, 
Ne'er was clothed in royal beauty 

Such as decks the least of these. 

Tattered, torn, and bloody khaki, 

Gleams of white flesh in the sun. 
Raiment worthy of their beauty, 

And the great things they have done. 

Purple robes and snowy linen 

Have for earthly kings sufficed, 
But these bloody sweaty tatters 

Were the robes of Jesus Christ. 

q8 the book of remembrance for tweeddale. 



176. Captain jpatrich Bicfe Bootb. 

AIMIitavs Cross, EMstinguisbeb Service ©c&er. 

IRogal jfielC) artillery. 

1917 — December 2. 

CAPTAIN PATRICK DICK BOOTH, Military Cross, Distinguished Service 
Order, Royal Field Artillery, was killed at Cambrai on the 2nd 
December 1917, in his 31st year. He was the only son of Mr and Mrs 
Patrick Booth, Aligarh, Liberton, Edinburgh, and was a Peeblesshire 
man through and through. His paternal grandfather was the Rev. 
Patrick Booth, M.A., minister of Innerleithen. His grandmother was 
Robina Williamson, daughter of Alexander Williamson, writer, 
town clerk of Peebles. His mother's father was the Rev. John Dick, 
minister of Tweedsmuir, and he was born in the house of his aunt, 
Mrs Tweedie Stodart of Oliver, Tweedsmuir. 

He began his education at Peebles Burgh and County High 
School, and afterwards was a student and graduate of Edinburgh 
University. He was keenly interested in gunnery, and while a 
student was an efficient member of the Edinburgh University Battery. 
Starting his career as a surveyor in Canada, his qualities, personal and 
professional, secured him a practice and reputation that seldom fall to 
one so young. For some time previous to the war he held a 
commission in the Royal Artillery (Canada), and on that day fateful 
for the world — the 4th of August 1914 — he cabled his father that he 
was coming home to volunteer. He was on board the ship before 
night. After undergoing training on this side, he joined the 29th 
Division, and took part in the landing at Gallipoli. He commanded 
the first two guns that were brought ashore, and there he received his 
first wound in the service of the King. His gallantry and devotion 
to duty in this campaign brought him mention in dispatches and the 
decoration of the Military Cross. In France the same soldierly 
qualities brought him rapid promotion. In the end, as it happened, 
he fell not among his own men, but where he was most sorely needed, 
leading the infantry on what was one of the hottest and most critical 
days of the whole war — when the Germans came over on the Cambrai 

On the 30th November, Captain Booth, along with a machine 
gunner of the 29th Division, held the ridge opposite one of the British 
gun positions for several hours against the enemy advancing to the 


attack in dense formation. He succeeded in holding the Germans 
back until such time as some sort of organised defence could be 

On the 1st December the enemy succeeded in capturing Masnieres. 
A party of infantry was sent to clear the enemy from the village. 
Captain Booth joined this party, led them along the street, captured 
five of the enemy, and cleared the whole north end of the village. 
He then led the infantry to clear the south end of the village, and 
walked right into a party of the enemy, some twenty strong, armed 
with bombs. Captain Booth's party immediately fired with good 
effect, but the enemy dropped three bombs, wounding Captain Booth 
mortally. He lay in No Man's Land for ten minutes before he was 
rescued, and carried back to that part of the village held by our troops. 
He was bandaged up and taken immediately to the dressing station, 
but his injuries were so severe that he survived only a few hours. 
Captain Booth died regretted by all, from the General to the youngest 
gunner — for, in the words of the Chaplain, " he was the best loved 
officer in the Brigade." For his splendid services at Cambrai he was 
awarded the Distinguished Service Order. He made the supreme 
ungrudging sacrifice, faithful to the end, enduring hardship as a good 
soldier of Jesus Christ. He fought a good fight and kept the faith. 
Truly a splendid record, of which his sorrowing relatives may well be 

War Office, Whitehall, S.W.I, 
30th May 1 91 8. 

SIR, — I have it in command from His Majesty the King to 
inform you, as next of kin of the late Captain Patrick Dick Booth, 
Military Cross, of the Royal Field Artillery, that this officer was 
mentioned in the following dispatches for gallant and distinguished 
service in the field: — From General Sir Ian Hamilton, dated 28th 
September 1915, and published in the supplement to the London 
Gazette, dated 5th November 191 5. From Field-Marshal Sir Douglas 
Haig, dated 7th April 1918, and published in the 5th supplement to 
the London Gazette, dated 2lst May 1918. I am to express to you the 
King's high appreciation of these services, and to add that His 
Majesty trusts that their public acknowledgment may be of some 
consolation in your bereavement. 

I have the honour lo be 

Your obedient servant, 

John Graham, Colonel, 

Assistant Military Secretary. 

I'. Booth, Esq., Aligarh, Liberton, Midlothian. 


The 2Qth Division. 

Gallipoli, 1915-16. Somme, 1916-17. 

Ypres, 1917. Arras, 19 J~. Cambrai, 1917. 

Captain P. D. Booth, D.S.O., M.C., Royal Field Artillery. 

I have read with much pleasure the reports of your Brigade 
Commander regarding your gallant conduct and devotion to duty in 
the field on 1st December 1917, and have ordered your name and deed 
to be entered on the record of the 29th Division. 

Beauvoir de Lisle, 
Major General Commanding 29th Division. 

Where are all the young men? 
There are only grey-heads here. 
What has become of the young men? 

This is the young men's year! 

They are gone, one and all, at duty's call, 

To the camp, to the trench, to the sea. 

They have left their homes, they have left their all, 

And now, in ways heroical, 

They are making history. 
From bank and shop, from bench and mill, 
From the schools, from the tail of the plough, 
They hurried away at the call of the fray, 
They could not linger a day, and now 

They are making history. 
And we miss them sorely, as we look 
At the seats where they used to be, 
And try to picture them as they are, 
Then hastily drop the veil — for, you see 

They are making history. 

And history, in these dread days, 
Is sore, sore sad in the making ; 
We are building the future with our dead, 
We are binding it sure with the brave blood shed, 
Though our hearts are well-nigh breaking. 
We can but pray that the coming day 
Will reap, of our red sowing, 
The harvest meet of a world complete 
With the peace of God's bestowing. 
So, with quiet heart, we do our part 
In the travail of this mystery, 
We give of our best, and we leave the rest 
To Him Who maketh history. 



Private William D. Smith. 


177. private William H>ciT\>man Smitb. 

SSor&er IRegfment. 

1917 — December 2. 

OFFICIAL intimation was received by Mr and Mrs Alexander Smith, 2 
Elcho Street, Peebles, of the death of Private WILLIAM DERRYMAN 
SMITH, of the Border Regiment, their youngest son. Private Smith, 
who was a single man, was 26 years of age. He was well-known as 
a football player. He joined up in the spring of 1917, and went out 
to France in the following summer. 

The following is the letter received by Private Smith's parents : — 
" I regret to have to inform you that on 2nd December last your son, 
Private William Smith, made the last sacrifice for his country. He 
died gallantly while advancing with his comrades to the attack on the 
German position. He will be greatly missed by the company, and 
we all wish to convey to you our deepest sympathy in your sad 

All peace is here. Beyond our range, 

Yet 'neath the self-same sky, 
The boys that knew these fields of home 

By Flemish willows lie. 

They waded in the sun-shot flow, 

They loitered in the shade, 
Who trod the heavy road of death, 

Jesting and unafraid. 

Peace ! What of peace ? This glimpse of peace 

Lies at the heart of pain, 
For respite, ere the spirit's load 

We stoop to lift again. 

O load of grief, of faith, of wrath, 

Of patient, quenchless will; 
Till God shall ease us of your weight 

We'll bear you higher still. 

O ghosts that walk by Tweeddale's vales 

'Tis more than peace you give, 
For you, who knew so well to die, 

Shall teach us how to live. 



Signaller DAVID SADLER and Baby SADLER. 


178. Signaller 2)a\u& SaMcr, flD^ma ©abler, anfc> 

Bab\> ©abler. 

Cameron IbfgMan&ers (Canadian). 

1917 — December 6. 

On the 6th December 1917 a terrible explosion, due to the collision of 
two ships, took place in the harbour of Halifax, Nova Scotia, by 
which a great part of Halifax was laid in ruins, and many lives were 
lost. Among the victims were Signaller DAVID SADLER, his wife, and 
their fifteen months' old baby. Mrs Sadler was the fourth surviving 
daughter of John Powers, 63 High Street, Peebles. She went out to 
Canada some years before the accident, and was there married to 
David Sadler, who belonged to Dundee, and was a bookbinder to 
trade. After the marriage the young couple resided at Winnipeg, 
afterwards proceeding to Halifax. Mr Sadler joined the 79th 
Cameron Highlanders (Canadian) after the outbreak of war, and was 
stationed at Halifax as a signaller and inspector of ships, residing 
in Barrington Street, not far from the docks. While resident in 
Peebles, Mrs Sadler, who was a native of North Berwick, was popular 
with all her friends and acquaintances, being of a bright cheery 
nature. She was a member of the Tweed Lodge of Good Templars, 
and took an active part in the work of the Lodge. 

Weep for the signaller brave, 

Weep for the sweet young wife, 
Who lovingly watched o'er their little lamb, 

While the father shared in the strife. 

They were far from their native land, 

And we longed to have them near; 
But the glorious Peace we are praying for 

Has come to their listening ear. 

Long shall the mother mourn, 

And sisters and brothers weep, 
But the thought of the blameless lives that are gone 

In their hearts they shall ever keep. 

His last long watch at sea, 

In the bitter, cruel blast, 
Is o'er, and now they are safe at Home, 

In a peaceful haven at last. 



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Now rests her soul in Jesu's arms, 
Her body in the grave sleeps well, 

His heart her death-chill'd heart re-warms, 
And rest more deep than tongue can tell- 

Her few brief hours of conflict pass'd — 

She finds with Christ, her Friend, at last; 

She bathes in tranquil seas of peace, 
God wipes away her tears, she feels 
New life that all her langour heals, 

The glory of the Lamb she sees. 

She hath escaped all danger now, 

Her pain and sighing all are fled ; 
The crown of joy is on her brow, 

Eternal glories o'er her shed, 
In golden robes, a queen, a bride, 
She standeth at her Sovereign's side, 
She sees His face unveil'd and bright ; 
With joy and love He greets her soul, 
She feels herself made inly whole, 
A lesser light amid His light. 

The child hath now its Father seen, 

And feels what kindling love may be, 
And knoweth what those words may mean- 

" Himself, the Father, loveth thee." 
A shoreless ocean, an abyss 
Unfathom'd, fill'd with good and bliss, 
Now breaks on her enraptured sight; 
She sees God's face, she learneth there 
What this shall be, to be His heir, 
Joint-heir with Christ her Lord, in light. 





179. private James lRamsa\>. 

1Rov>al Scote. 

191 7 — December 1 5. 
DIED of wounds in France, on 15th December IQ17, Private JAMES 
RAMSAY, Royal Scots, aged 26, eldest son of Mr and Mrs James 
Ramsay, 89 Wansbeck Road, Jarrow, formerly of Old Town, Peebles. 

Private Ramsay served his apprenticeship as a gardener at 
Springwood, Peebles. He afterwards went to Baillieston, near 
Glasgow, where he was residing when war broke out. Towards the 
middle of October 1914, when there was an urgent call for men, he 
set off to the Depot of the Royal Scots at Haddington. Being an old 
Territorial, and having had a good deal of experience of camp life in 
connection with the summer camps of the Royal Scots, he was at 
once accepted, and in the course of two or three weeks was picked 
out along with two others and despatched to France direct. He had 
had an all-round experience of the war in all its phases from these 
early days. The first winter he suffered so terribly from frost bitten 
feet that he lost all his toe nails. Then in May 191 5 he was severely 
wounded, and later was gassed, and also suffered severely from shell 
shock, being sent home to Drumpellier Hospital, near Coatbridge. 
On returning to France he was sent up to the firing line, and had been 
in some heavy fighting just before his death. 

The wound which resulted in Private Ramsay's death was caused 
by a bullet which entered his side, causing internal injuries. He was 
removed to a dressing station, but died about an hour after, and was 
buried by some of his Peebles chums in a little country churchyard. 
Private Ramsay was married, and left three of a family. His younger 
brother, Sergeant Thomas M'L. Ramsay, was killed in France on 26th 
August 1917, while attacking a German position. 

Give me, O Lord, a soldier's rest, 
Who lies uneasy on the crest 
Of some bare shell-swept hill, 
And with the earth for pillow waits until 

The dawn of battle breaks. 
Then for his country's and his children's sakes 
Goes forth to death, 
While all around him heaves and quakes 

The torn and battered earth 
And battle belches poison breath. 
For in his soul finds birth the better rest, 
Which comes of trust in one who leads, 
Great joy in gallant knightly deeds, 
And love of that great cause for which he fights. 




Lance-Corporal George A. Dunn. 


1 80. XancoCoipcral fl>eor$e H. Dunn, 

IRo^al Scots. 

1917 — December 30. 

MRS GEORGE DUNN, 77 Kingsland Terrace, Peebles, received intimation 
that her husband, Lance-Corporal GEORGE A. DUNN, 5/6th Royal Scots, 
was killed in France on 30th December by a sniper's bullet in the 
back, as he was coming out of the first line trenches. Previous to 
enlisting in the 2/8th Royal Scots, in September 1914, Lance-Corporal 
Dunn, who was the youngest son of the late Wm. Dunn, pianoforte 
tuner, Peebles, was employed in March Street Mills, Peebles, as a 
pattern warehouseman. He left for France in February 1917. While 
in France he was in a base hospital for about four months, suffering 
from septic poisoning in both legs. The bullet wound that he 
received proved fatal, causing death to be almost instantaneous. His 
comrades accorded him a military funeral, and he was laid to rest in 
a small English cemetery behind the firing line. Lance-Corporal 
Dunn, who was 33 years of age, was well known and much respected 
by a large circle of friends. He was survived by his wdfe (a 
daughter of the late J. A. Kerr, printer and publisher, Peebles), and 
little daughter, 6 years of age at the time of her father's death, for 
both of whom much sympathy was felt. 

But now — 
Well . . . "All's well!" . . . But we're waiting no more 
For the sound of his key in the door. 
It lies with him there in his lowly grave, 
Out there at the front, where his all he gave 
Our lives and the soul of life to save. 

And our hopeful vigil is o'er, 
For now it is he who is waiting for us 

On the other side of the door ; 
And Another stands with him there, waiting for us 

And the sound of our kev in that door. 


The Second Battle of the Somme. 

AT the end of February 1918 the Eastern front had gone out of 
existence owing to the collapse of Russia. The Allies therefore had 
now to face the onslaught of a mighty engine of war whose strength 
could be directed to a single front. The German generals promised 
the Reichstag complete and absolute victory in the field before autumn. 
One of their Generals, in a lecture, said of General Hindenburg — 
"He stands in the West with our whole German manhood for the 
first time united in a single theatre of war, ready to strike with the 
strongest army the world has ever known." On the morning of the 
21st March the many thousand guns of the Germans were released 
against the British positions, accompanied by clouds of poison gas, 
and every other offensive of powerful destruction. The advance was 
upon a fifty mile front; the British line was broken. On the 24th 
March the Germans captured Bapaume and Peronne, and took 30,000 
prisoners. On the 25th March the Germans reached the German 
line of 1916. On the 26th, General Foch was appointed to the 
supreme command of all the Allied Armies. The situation south of 
the Somme was desperate; and the Commander-in-Chief might soon 
have no armies to command. On the 28th the Germans began to set 
themselves steadily to the capture of Amiens. This was a critical 
day everywhere from Arras to the Oise. Great German weight was 
brought against Arras. The effort was a complete and disastrous 
failure. On the 29th March the Germans were within twelve miles of 
Amiens. On Easter Sunday, the last day of March, the situation was 
very grave. Ten Peebles men fell in March. 



REST on your battle-fields, ye brave ! 
Let the pines murmur o'er your grave, 
Your dirge be in the moaning wave — 
We call you back no more ! 

Oh! there was mourning when ye fell, 
In your vales a deep-toned knell, 
An agony, a wild farewell — 

But that hath long been o'er. 

Rest with your still and solemn fame; 
The hills keep record of your name, 
And never can a touch of shame 
Darken the buried brow. 

But we on changeful days are cast, 
When bright names from their place fall fast 
And ye that with your glory passed, 
We cannot mourn you now. 


Gunner JOHN W. GRAY. 


181. (Banner 3obn Mfoitc (Bi*a\>. 

IRogal ©arrison artttlerg. 

19 1 8 — March 9. 

OFFICIAL word was received by Miss Janet White, 5a Cross Street, 
Peebles, stating that Gunner JOHN WHITE GRAY, Royal Garrison 
Artillery, who was wounded on the 9th March by the explosion of a 
shell, while in action in France, died of his wounds the same day, in 
No. 64 Casualty Clearing Station, France. The deceased, 34 years of 
age, who was of a very quiet disposition, previous to enlisting in 
September 1916, was employed as an assistant millman in March Street 
Mills, Peebles. Gunner Gray, who was unmarried, went out to France 
with a draft in July 1 9 1 7. He fell near Armentieres. 

They had 
The vision of a world redeemed from sin, 
Where Christ has first cast out, then entered in ; 
He died upon the Cross — for you and me, 
And you have died to crown His sovereignty. 
For us He died — 
For you and me ; 
For us they died — 
For you and me. 
That love so great be justified, 
And that Thy name be magnified, 
Grant, Lord, that we 
Full worthy be 
Of these — our loved, our crucified ! 


Private Frank Ball. 


182. private jfranfc Ball. 

Scottish IRiflee. 

IQI8— March II. 

MRS FRANK BALL, Ila Rosetta Road, Peebles, received a letter from 
an Army Chaplain, stating" that her husband, Private FRANK BALL, 
Scottish Rifles, was wounded by the explosion of a bomb on Ilth 
March, and died the same day in a base hospital, France. It appears 
that Private Ball, along with some others, had been engaged in 
removing a bomb, when it accidently exploded and injured him and 
nine of his companions. Deceased, who was 26 years of age, previous 
to enlisting in January 191 7, was employed in a steel work, Glasgow, 
and went out to France with a draft early in 1918. He was survived 
by his wife and little boy, zVz years of age. An elder brother, 
Private William Ball, Royal Warwickshire Regiment, died, as the 
result of wounds, in an hospital in France on the 22nd April 1917. 
They were sons of Mr Charles Ball, 71 Northgate, Peebles. 

There, of His radiant company, 

Full many a one I see, 
Who has won through the valley of shadows 

To the larger liberty. 
Even there, in the grace of the heavenly place, 

It is joy to meet mine own, 
And to know that not one but has valiantly won, 

By the way of the cross, his crown. 


Private Alexander Walker. 


183. private Hleyanfcer Wialhcr. 

Xabour Battalion. 

1918— March 18. 

PRIVATE ALEXANDER WALKER, Labour Battalion, only son of the late 
Alexander Walker, postman, Biggiesknowe, Peebles, died in the 
Canadian Military Hospital, Shorncliffe, Kent, on the 18th March 1918, 
succumbing" to bronchitis, from which he was invalided from France 
the previous January. The deceased, who was 41 years of age, and 
unmarried, was employed in Edinburgh as a tailor previous to enlisting 
in the King's Own Scottish Borderers in April 1916. When he 
proceeded to France five weeks later, he was transferred to the Royal 
Scots, in which he followed his trade as a tailor at the base for some 
time. He was afterwards transferred to a Labour Battalion, and 
proceeded towards the fighting zone. 

Ah, how we miss him, 
Every hour of every day! 
Life, since he went, has been a gray 
Dull way, wherein we stray, 
Neighboured with grief and blinded with dismay. 

And yet our faith dare not gainsay 
Thy love in taking him away. 
Such good is his, such perfect bliss, 
How could we wish him back in this 
Small world of grim perplexities? 




184. Sergeant jfrebedcR (Scoroc £arn>. 

IRoval afield Brtillecg. 

1918 — March 21. 

FREDERICK GEORGE TARRY, a Londoner by birth, joined the Regular 
Army in February 1897. He served eight years with the South Wales 
Borderers and four years on the reserve of that Regiment. For six 
years he was stationed in India, and returned for discharge on the 
termination of his first period of engagement in February 1909. After 
his marriage he removed to Peebles, where he worked as a tweed 
warehouseman for two years. 

On the 18th February 1915 Sergeant Tarry rejoined the Army, 
proceeding to Redford Barracks for training in the Royal Field 
Artillery. He was later transferred to Aldershot, and promoted 
Sergeant and Instructor. On the loth January 1918 he went overseas 
to France with a draft. He quickly became a most popular member 
of his battery. 

When the great battle of the Somme opened on the 2lst of March 
1918, and the German onrush began, Sergeant Tarry was on duty with 
his battery, stemming the attack at Roisel. During the fighting on 
that morning he was hit in the thigh by a fragment of a high 
explosive shell, and, although help was immediately forthcoming, he 
succumbed to his wounds an hour later. 

Sergeant Tarry was survived by a widow, who received many 
letters from former comrades-in-arms testifying to her husband's 
popularity and good fellowship, and referring in the highest terms of 
praise to his courage and valour. His officers, too, spoke of his 
efficiency and gallantry on the field of battle, and deplored his loss to 
the battery. 

For you, our dead, beyond the sea, 
Who gave your lives to hold us free, 
By us, who keep your memory, 
What can be said? 

We cannot sing your praises right, 
Lost heroes of the endless fight, 
Whose souls into the lonely night 
Too soon have fled. 

We can but honour, cherish, bless 
Your sacred name; no words express 
The measure of our thankfulness 
To you, our dead. 





185. private Hbam 1R. Strutbeiu 

muck tttatcb. 

1918 — March 21. 

MRS STRUTHERS, 32 Rosetta Road, Peebles, was informed that her 
husband, Private ADAM STRUTHERS, Black Watch, had been posted as 
missing in France since 2lst March 191 8, and was presumed to be a 
prisoner of war. Later information was, however, received by Mrs 
Struthers to the effect that her husband had been killed on the date 
mentioned. At one time Private Struthers was employed as a gardener 
at Kailzie, and previous to enlisting he was engaged at Paisley. 

As I walk through the valley of shadows 

No evil do I fear, 
The staff of Thy love doth comfort me, 

Thy rod itself hath cheer; 
For they guide me with care to the pastures fair 

Where the living waters flow, 
Where the shadows give place to the sun of Thy grace 

And Thy passion-flowers grow. 

So I came through the valley of shadows ; 

It was very drear and dark, 
For death had been reaping his harvest there, 

And had left it bare and stark. 
But the shadowy way climbs up to the day, 

And I press on with heart elate, 
For the end of my quest is the shining crest, 

And the wide-flung open gate. 

J2 4 


Private JOHN Drummond. 


186. private 3ohn Brummonb. 

1Rov>al Scot;?. 

1918— March 21. 
MRS DAVID DrummOND, Winkston Crossing, received intimation that 
her second son, Private JOHN DRUMMOND, Royal Scots, had been 
instantaneously killed on the 21st March, while in action with his 
regiment in France, by the bursting of a bomb. Private Drummond, 
who was 22 years of age, previous to enlistment was employed by 
D. Ballantyne & Co., March Street Mills, Peebles. 

" It is with the deepest regret that I write to inform you of the 
death of your son, Private J. Drummond. He was killed by a shell on 
the 21st March. I can say little to comfort you in the circumstances, 
but I should like you to know that I had the highest opinion of your 
son. He was very well liked by his comrades, and will long be 

"As a sergeant in the platoon of which your dear son John was a 
member, I feel urged to write you personally, offering my deepest 
sympathy and condolence. I always found in him a right good fellow 
and a brave and courageous soldier. Combined with the fact of his 
long association, as the result of which we must ever think lovingly 
of him, you can well understand what his loss means to us. The 
platoon has lost one of its bravest and most reliable members, you have 
lost also a dear son, and I have lost a tried and faithful friend." 

" I have to convey to you the sad news that your beloved son, 
Private J. Drummond, was killed in action on the 21st March. We 
are mourning for many of our comrades to-day, and at our service this 
morning we offered our prayers for all the bereaved, and we hope that 
you may be strengthened in this time of trouble. This is Easter 
Sunday, and I would I could convey to you the consolation of the 
resurrection time. Christ has conquered death, and bade us look 
forward to the new life beyond the grave, where we shall meet our 
loved ones again, and where there shall be no partings and no tears. 
May God give you grace to know this consolation, and may it sustain 
you in this time of pain." 

Now with the martyrs, your blood shall bring like healing; 

You, like the saints, have freely given your all, 
And your high deaths, God's purposes revealing, 

Sound through the earth His mighty clarion call. 
O not in vain has been your great endeavour, 

For, by your dyings, life is born again, 
And greater love hath no man tokened ever 

Than with his life to purchase life's high gain. 




187. tBunncr IRobert jframc. 

flliacbine (5un Corps. 

1918 — March 21. 

JAMES FRAME, Gowanlea, Peebles, was officially notified that his third 
son, Gunner ROBERT FRAME, Machine Gun Corps, had been killed in 
action in France on 21st March IQ18. Gunner Frame was an old 
soldier, and re-enlisted after the death of his wife two years previously. 
When deceased joined up he was employed as a shepherd at 
Lochgilphead. He was survived by one child. 

This is the second son that Mr Frame lost during the war, James, 
who was a member of the Peebles Territorials, making the supreme 
sacrifice on 14th January 1915, while on service with the l/8th Royal 
Scots in France. Another son, Andrew, was also on active service. 

He loved his mates, but yet he could not keep 
(For that a shadow lowered on the fields), 
Here with the shepherds and the silly sheep. 

Some life of men unblest 
He knew: which made him droop, and filled his head. 
He went; his piping took a troubled sound 
Of storms that rage outside our happy ground; 
He could not wait their passing; he is dead. 





188. Signaller Charles X. iRusscll. 

1Rov>al Scots. 

19 1 8— March 22. 

Signaller Charles L. Russell, youngest son of Mr and Mrs 
Robert Russell, Bavelaw, Edderston Road, Peebles, was reported 
missing at Croisilles, near St Leger, France, on the 22nd March 1918. 
He was born on the 5th March 1895, and had consequently just entered 
his 24th year. He served his apprenticeship as a clerk in the office 
of Lowe, Donald & Co., Peebles. He was Scoutmaster of the Neidpath 
Troop of Boy Scouts, and took a great interest in the boys, who all 
liked him. He joined the Royal Scots on the 9th April 1917, and was 
sent out to France in January 1918. He was of a bright, cheery 
disposition, and was an all-round favourite with his comrades. His 
eldest brother, J. Muir Russell, was a Lieutenant in the Royal Air 
Force, and his other brother, Willie, who was in the Royal Army 
Medical Corps, was wounded in the Sorame fighting in 1916, and died 
at home on the 18th February 1919. 

Pass, brave and joyous spirit, on your way 
Into the vast serene, where sorrow dies 
For all the sweet unstained, and nothing lies 
In heavy anguish on their mortal clay: 
The Heavenly Father calls you from the fray, 
And with your promise bright upon your eyes, 
Out of this sullen earthly storm you rise 
Into the peace of His eternal day. 

'Tis we, the living, know the unfulfilled; 

The emptiness that feeds on shattered dream 

In us is prisoned, now your cup a-brim 

With sparkling hope of labour has been spilled; 

We stood beside you, hailed the future's gleam — 

God has revealed it, and you rest in Him. 



Private JAMES M'Cabe. 


189. private 3ames fliyCabc. 

1Ro\ial Scots. 

1918 — March 24. 

ANOTHER Peebles man who was reported missing in the great offensive 
of March 1918 was Private JAMES M'CABE, Royal Scots, the eldest son 
of the late Mr and Mrs James M'Cabe, Rosetta Road, Peebles. Private 
M'Cabe, who was 26 years of age, joined the 8th Royal Scots in 
January 191 5. He went to France in March 1916, and was present 
with his regiment all through the trying years 1916, 1917, and 1918. 
He came home to Peebles in October 1917 on a week's leave, and 
rejoined his regiment in France. On the 21st March 1918 he was 
present at the battle of St Quentin. 

A Peebles soldier wrote Private M'Cabe's sisters — "We were in front 
of St Quentin. We were in a very hot corner. We did well for the 
first two or three days, then we were sent to drive the Germans over 
the canal at Ham: that was where we lost all our brave lads,' and your 
dear brother James was one of them. We had to leave the trench, as 
the Germans were coming over in thousands, so all the wounded that 
could not get back fell into the hands of the enemy." 

The War Office reported Private M'Cabe as " Missing," but later 
sent word to his relatives in Peebles that as no further news had been 
received of him, the Army Council regretfully concluded that his death 
took place on 24th March 1918. The intimation of death concluded 
with the words — "By His Majesty's command I am to forward the 
enclosed message of sympathy from Their Gracious Majesties the King 
and Queen. I am at the same time to express the regret of the Army 
Council at the soldier's death in his country's service." 

Is it Paradise, 
That field where brave men fight with giant wrong? 

Where death is changed to life 

In the heroic strife. 

The willing sacrifice, 
Where Love gives sleep to those who suffer long, 

And shuts their eyes. 

Nor heaven nor hell is there, 
But some dim purgatorial place between, 

Where, purified by pain, 

The spirit slips its chain, 

And, cleaving the bright air, 
The young white souls, clear-eyed, august, serene, 

Pass to God's care. 





190. private 3ames turnbull. 

1Rov?al Scots. 

1918 — March 24. 
Private James Turnbull, of the i 9th Royal Scots, who was 18 
years of age, was born and educated in Peebles. He was the 
eldest son of Mark Turnbull, 20 Young Street, Peebles. After leaving 
school he became an apprentice joiner with Renwick & Weir, Elcho 
Street, Peebles. He joined the Territorials on the outbreak of war in 
August 1914. After training, he was sent out to France, and was 
reported missing on the 24th March 1918. 

Your boy and my boy, 
And how they fight to-day 
For homeland and farland, 
That peace may come to stay. 

Your lad and my lad, 
With hopes that are supreme, 

Blood-bought and storm-wrought, 
They fight while others dream. 

Your son and my son, 
Brave souls with honour bright, 
For freedom they are fighting 
To crush a tyrant's might. 

Your boy and my boy, 
And, oh, how much that means, 

Your lad and my lad, 
The grandeur of our dreams. 

Your heart and my heart 
Beat faster at the thought, 
But thus, and only thus, 
Can freedom's light be bought. 

Your son and my son, 
The sacrifice must make, 
If tyrant thrones would tumble 

Our blood their sword must break. 

Your boy and my boy, 
Dear God, and must it be 
For your sake and my sake, 
As Christ of Galilee? 

Your son and my son, 
The cross alike to bear, 

Soul torn and shell torn 
Before the crown can wear. 

Your blood and my blood 
Is the price we pay; 
If tyrant thrones would crumble 
There is no other way. 




iqi IRifleman 3obn Brownlee. 

"King's IRogal IRtflc Corps. 

19 1 8 — March 24. 

RIFLEMAN JOHN BROWNLEE was one of the many Peebles men who 
heard and answered the call to arms in the earliest days of the war. 
He was the only son of the late Mrs Brownlee, Venlaw Court, and 
was a widower. Coming to Peebles when quite young, he served his 
apprenticeship with Peebles Co-Operative Society as a baker, and at 
the time of his joining up was employed with that firm as their 
confectioner. Completing his military training at Aldershot, he 

thereafter proceeded to France, where for a time he was engaged at 
his trade. Rifleman Brownlee was held in popular esteem in Peebles, 
and was well known as a Scotch comedian on local concert platforms. 
With regard to his death, a neighbour in Peebles received the 
following particulars from the British Red Cross and Order of St John 
organisation:- "We regret that we have received another very 
discouraging report about Rifleman Brownlee from Corporal Taylor, 
4089, 17th King's Royal Rifle Corps, now in the 4th London General 
Hospital, Denmark Hill, S.E., whose home address is 8 Powis Street, 
Brighton, Sussex, who states that he saw him fall, hit in the thigh by 
a bullet, during the retirement to Tincourt Wood on 24th March. The 
Germans were advancing rapidly, so he does not know what became 
of him subsequently. To make sure he is referring to the right 
man, he describes Private Brownlee as a tall man, about 5 ft. II, 
wearing 1914 ribbons, transferred from the Army Service Corps. 
Corporal Taylor does not know if Rifleman Brownlee was killed or 
wounded when he saw him fall, so we cannot accept his report as 
conclusive in any waj^, and are continuing our enquiries on your 
behalf. We hope you will convey our very sincere sympathy to his 

Gin I should fa', 
Lord, by ony chance, 
And thae howms o' France 
Haud me for guid an' a'; 
And gin I gang to Thee, 
Lord, dinna blame, 
But oh ! tak' tent o' a Tweeddale lad like me, 
An' let me hame ! 



nil Si AH 


192. private Gilbert Bain. 

IRcval Scots. 

1918 — March 25. 

FOLLOWING upon a long break in what had been from the 
commencement of the war a regular correspondence with his home, 
the relatives of Private GILBERT BAIN, Royal Scots, in April 191& 
entertained grave fears as to this soldier's safety. Enquiries were 
made, but little information could be gleaned. Writing to an elder 
brother, Private David Bain, of the same regiment, who was at the 
time in hospital, several companions stated that they saw Private Bain 
wounded, but they could give no clue to his whereabouts. After 
many months of anxiety, in June 1919 Mrs Robert Bain, St Michael's 
Buildings, the widowed mother of Private Bain, received the official 
intimation along with the King's letter of sympathy, notifying her 
that her son was presumed to have died on 25th March 1918. 

Private Bain joined up at the outbreak of war, and proceeded to 
the front with the local Territorials in November 1914, where he served 
continuously, with the usual furloughs, until the date upon which he 
was reported to have been killed. Before joining up he was employed 
in Tweedside Mill, and was one of five brothers — the others being 
Frank, Archibald, David, and Robert — who served their King and 
country, and all of whom, with the exception of Gilbert, survived the 
carnage of war. 

We have put life away and spurn the ways of the living ; 
We have broken with the old selves who gathered and got, 
And are free with the freedom of men who have not; 

We partake the heroic fervours of giving and again giving. 

Was it only for death we were born of our mothers? 

Only for death created the dear love of our wives ? 

Only for death and in vain we endeavoured our lives? 
Yea, life was given to be given; march onward, my brothers. 


Private Charles E. Wilson. 


193. private Charles lEbwarb Milson. 

/Iftacbinc (Sun Corps. 

191 8 — March 26. 

THERE was reported as missing, after "the big push" in March T918, 
Private CHARLES EDWARD WILSON, Machine Gun Corps, youngest 
son of the late Charles Wilson and Mrs Wilson, 5a George Street, 
Peebles. Official information received later was to the effect that 
Private Wilson was presumed to have died on the 26th March 1918, at 
Roisel, on the Somme, near Peronne. He was 30 years of age, 
unmarried, and had been in the employment of Lowe, Donald & Co., 
£weed warehousemen, Peebles. 

'Your brother was seen in the trench captured by us, and it is 
believed that he was wounded there. During the withdrawal from the 
trench, it is believed that he was taken prisoner by the enemy. . . . 
Your brother, I know, is missed very much by his comrades, as he was 
always so very cheerful. He was always a very hard working and 
excellent soldier, having a very good reputation in the company." 

God gave my son in trust for me. 
Christ died for him. He should be 
A man for Christ. He is his own 
And God's and man's, not mine alone. 
He was not mine to give. He gave 
Himself that he might help to save 
All that a Christian should revere, 
All that enlightened men hold dear. 

"To feed the guns." Ah! torpid soul, 
Awake and see life as a whole. 
When freedom, honour, justice, right, 
Were threatened by the despot's might, 
He bravely went for God to fight 
Against base savages, whose pride 
The laws of God and man defied ; 
Who slew the mother and the child, 
Who maidens pure and sweet defiled. 
He did not go to feed the guns, 
He went to save from ruthless Huns 
His home and country, and to be 
A guardian of democracy. 

" What if he does not come,"' you say, 
Well, then, my sky will be more gray, 
But through the clouds the sun will shine 
And vital memories be mine. 
God's test of manhood is, I know. 
Not will he come, but did he go. 




Private Adam Mitchell. 


194. private Hbatn fllMtcbcll. 

Cameron 1bf0blanoer6. 

1 918— March 28. 

IN May 1918 Mr and Mrs James Mitchell, 2 Tweed Green, Peebles, 
received official notification that their son, Private ADAM MITCHELL, 
of the 6th Cameron Highlanders, was reported missing as from 28th 
March 1918, and fully a year later they were notified that he was 
presumed to have been killed on or about that date. Private Mitchell 
joined up when he was fifteen and a half years of age, throwing in 
his lot with the 2 ; 8th Royal Scots in September 1914. In February 
1917 he was transferred to the Cameron Highlanders, and proceeded to 
France with his unit in August T917. At the time of his death he 
was but 19 years of age. Previous to enlisting he was employed as 
an apprentice painter with his uncle, David Mitchell, High Street, 

Of a truth, at times, he feels so near, 

Nearer, in very deed, 

Than when we had him here, 

That we are comforted : 
We cast despair and put away our fear. 

We shall not see him here again ; 

To us he may not come; 
But when at last we shall attain 
The heavenly place, be his dear face 
The first to greet us in Thy grace, 

And bid us "Welcome Home!" 



Signalman JOHN D. ANDERSON. 


195. Signalman 3obn Dunlop Hnfcerson. 

IRogal IRaval Volunteer iRcscrve. 

1918— April 4. 

JACK ANDERSON was the elder son of the Dean-of-Guild of Peebles, 
his parents being George and Elizabeth Anderson, residing at 
Haybum, Peebles. He was a signalman on board His Majesty's ship 
Bittern, and his age was 20 years. Early on the morning of the 4th 
of April 1918 a collision occurred between the Bittern and a 
merchantman. All hands were lost, and no details were forthcoming 
of the disaster. Only a week previously Jack spent his furlough at 
home in his native town. It was a rare pleasure to see the bright 
and happy sailor boy, in his naval cap and uniform, careering through 
the town on his bicycle, in true sailor fashion ; and then he returned 
to his silent vigil in the Channel, refreshed and recreated for duty- 
His brief career may be summed up thus: — Born, 2lst February 1898; 
educated at Kingsland School and at Peebles Burgh and County High 
School ; entered as a clerk in the Bank of Scotland, March 1914. He 
joined the Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve on the 17th July 1916; 
trained at the Crystal Palace, London; passed as signalman; joined 
H.M.S. Bittern, 1st February 1917 ; lost at sea on the 4th April 1918. 

Mr and Mrs Anderson received many letters of sympathy, among 
which were the following: — 

"The memory of Jack Anderson will always hold a warm place in 
my heart, as he was a boy of outstanding character, imbued with a 
strong desire to act the part of all that was true and honest. Of a 
bright disposition and never failing courtesy, he endeared himself to 
all with whom he came in contact. In Jack I had the utmost 
confidence from the day on which I first met him, and it was with 
much pride I watched him grow from a mere boy to young manhood. 
His letters to me from the day on which he joined in the fight for his 
country's freedom were couched in such a manly spirit that oft-times I 
thought — 'A mere boy, yet all in all a man.' Never but thoughts of 
warm appreciation and affection can I hold for that bright-eyed 
lovable lad." 

"These brave boys that go away so bravely leave, I think, to 
those who love them the courage that they themselves no longer need. 
It is their great legacy, and without it many parents, these last years, 
would not have come through at all. I simply can't realise it yet, for 
it is only a fortnight to-morrow since he came to see me, and went off 
as cheery as ever. I shall always remember him, and be glad that I 


knew him. He had, if I may say so, the most perfect manners, even 
from the time I used to teach him cricket as a little boy, a combination 
of ease and friendliness that one seldom meets. I say this after 
sixteen years' continuous work among boys. I can't remember a single 
moment when he was not all that the most exacting and critical would 
want. And of course as time went on, one found that the inside was 
as good as the outside. I shall not soon forget his kindness to me, 
for he went out of his way to come and see me when he was home, 
and many a boy of his age would not have bothered with a stuffy old 
parson at all. I was really touched and grateful to him. All my own 
thoughts of him make me realise the more what this must be to you and 
Mrs Anderson. Such a glorious spring, such a fine opening of life, 
such a promising morning, make it hard to think that you will not see 
the summer of his life, and the noontide of it: that surely would have 
been splendid. But it is perhaps some comfort to think that his life 
knew no winter, no sorrows, no disappointments, no pain and 
disillusionment. There are some lines of R. L. Stevenson about this 
that are so fine that you will forgive me if I write them down for you. 
They are the best I know for such a time — 

"Yet, O stricken heart, remember, O remember, 

How of human days he lived the better part. 
April came to bloom, but never dim December 

Breathed its killing chills upon the head and heart. 

"Doom'd to know not winter, only spring — a being 

Trod the flowery April blithely for a while, 
Took him full of music, joy of thought, and being, 

Came, and stayed, and went, nor ever ceased to smile. 

"Came, and stayed, and went; and now when all is finished, 

You alone have crossed the melancholy stream; 
Yours the pain, but his, oh, his the undiminished, 

Undecaying gladness, undeparting dream. 

"All that life contains of torture, toil, and treason, 

Shame, dishonour, death, to him were but a name ; 
Here, a boy he dwelt for all the singing season, 

And, ere the day of sorrow, departed as he came." 

"He spent a Sunday afternoon ami evening with us at Plymouth 
not so very long ago, that we can scarcely realise he will not be here 
again. He was quite at home with us, and soon we felt how proud 
he was to speak of his father and mother and all at home. Home to 
him was everything, and it must be a comfort and consolation that he 
had such a very bright childhood and boyhood. How contented he 
was with his lot at sea, though what he had to go through was far 
from what he had been accustomed to. He has done his noblest, 
which in one so young was heroism, and I do hope many comforting 


thoughts and consolations will be showered upon you all to strengthen 
you to bear the heavy trial and very terrible loss and sorrow. We 
hope you had the joy of seeing him again after we did. If not, you 
may be assured he hath done what he could for his King and country,, 
and that God, in His mysterious ways, will have him in His keeping, 
while He will comfort and solace his dearest ones whom he has been 
taken from in his happiest and most promising time of life." 

" As one who knew your boy well, I had a great affection and 
admiration for him. You may try to take some comfort from the 
thought that we who knew him will ever hold his memory dear in our 
hearts. He is now one of the immortals, who has died for his 
country, and is far beyond our pity or our praise. We can only pray 
to be worthy of them." 

" You have lost a dear, dear son, and I have lost a good true pal 
— one of the very best. He has given up his life for his country, and 
will certainly get his reward. It is a cheering thought that there were 
no 'Good-byes' in his life, only 'Ait revoir.' " 

From a young Belgian soldier, formerly a refugee in Peebles — 
" Please excuse me, I come by my letter once more to remember 
you and the sad end of your dear son, Jack. Before I will introduce 
myself. I am Emile Armand Mertens. I was a very great friend of 
Jack. We used to write very often to each other. He was very, very 
kind to me. Just like two brothers, he told me his little sea miseries, 
and I told him my army ones. Truly, clear Mr and Mrs Anderson, 
the death of my own brother could not have grieved me more than my 
poor friend Jack. Let me please present you my condolences, and 
share with you and all those for whom Jack was a dear friend with 
your sorrow. Jack is an hero." 

His country's call he answered, 

With the bravest of the brave; 
He nobly gave his life, his all, 

Our hearths and homes to save. 

And while the surging billows 

His youthful brow caress, 
The tears of vanished hopes will flow 

From those who loved him best. 

No fond hand decks his resting-place 

With cross or laurel leaves, 
But cherished memories ever cling, 

While Time its tribute weaves. 


Signalman JOHN D. ANDERSON. 


The Battle of the Lys. 

ON the 1st April 1918 the British won back some high ground. On 
the 10th April the Germans took Morisel, and were within two miles of 
the Paris railway. On Friday the 5th, the attack was renewed on the 
southern front. By the /th of April the French had fallen back south 
of Chauny. The second battle of the Somme was at an end, and the 
battle of the Lys had begun. The Allied front had been re-established, 
and the road to Amiens closed. 

On Sunday, 7th April 1918, an intense bombardment began, with 
gas shells, and" continued during the 8th. On Tuesday the 9th, a 
furious preparation began, in which gas was mingled with high 
explosives. At 7 A.M., the full weight of the German infantry assault 
fell on the Ilth and 15th Corps. This was the battle of Armentieres, 
and the whole British centre was penetrated. Bethune and Givenchy 
were centres of dreadful fighting. On the 10th the Germans captured 

On Wednesday, 10th April, the House of Commons passed a Bill 
raising the limit of military age to fifty years, and giving the 
Government power to abolish ordinary exemptions. Conscription was 
also extended to Ireland. Within a month, other 355,000 men were 
sent across the Channel. On the nth April the British evacuated 

On this same clay, the Ilth of April 1918, Sir Douglas Haig issued 
the following ominous Order of the Day: — 

"There is no other course open to us but 
to fight it out. Every position must be 
held to the last man; there must be no 
retirement. with our hacks to the wall, 
and believing in the justice of our cause, 
each one of us must fight to the end. the 
safety of our homes, and the freedom of 
mankind, depend alike upon the conduct of 
each one of us at this critical moment." 

No less solemn was Lieutenant-General Sir Arthur Currie's charge 
to his troops before they entered battle — 

"Looking back with pride on the unbroken 
record of your glorious achievements, asking you 
to realise that to-day the fate of the British Empire 
hangs in the balance, I place my trust in the 


Canadian Corps, knowing that where Canadians 
are engaged there can he no giving way. Under 
the orders of your devoted officers in the coming 
battle, you will advance or fall where you stand, 
facing the enemy. To those who fall I say — 

you will not die, but step into immortality. 
Your mothers will not lament your fate, but 
will be proud to have borne such sons. your 
names will be revered for ever and ever by 
your grateful country, and god will take 
you unto Himself. Canadians, in this fateful 
hour i command you, and i trust you to fight 
as you have ever fought, with all your 
strength, with all your determination, with 
all your tranquil courage. on many a hard- 
fought field of battle you have overcome 
this enemy. with god's help you shall 
achieve victory once more." 

On the 1 2th of April the Germans captured part of Messines ridge. 
On the 14th the British evacuated Neuve Eglise. Our line was 
maintained at Bailleul and Merville. On the 15th the 19th Division 
repelled an attack on Wytschaete ; and later, the battle flared up 
south of Bailleul. At 7 in the evening Bailleul was doomed. By 
the morning of the 15th Passchendaele ridge was held only by 
outposts. On the 16th the enemy entered Wytschaete and Meteren. 

The 17th and 18th April were the two days most critical of the 
whole battle. On the 22nd the enemy was repulsed near Bailleul. 
On the 24th they advanced on Kemmel Hill. And on the 25th they 
captured the hill. On the 26th they took Kemmel itself. 

On the 29th of April the Germans were repulsed south-west of 
Ypres ; this was the hist episode in the battle of the Lys. Thereafter 
there were local actions. 

In the Amiens area, on the 24th of April, the Australians re-captured 
Villers Brettoneux, with 1000 prisoners. The battle of the Lys was 
for the enemy a tactical success, but a strategic failure. 

In April, ten Peebles men fell. 

I sinK the hymn of the conquered, who fell in the battle of life 

The hymn of the wounded, the beaten, who died overwhelmed in the strife; 

Not the jubilant song of the victors, for whom the resounding acclaim 

Of nations was lifted in chorus, whose brows wore the chaplel of lame, 

Bui the hymn of the low and the humble, the weary, the broken in heart, 

Who strove, and who failed, acting bravely a silent and desperate part. 

' V In. . youth bore no Mowers on its branches, whose hopes burned in ashes away, 

From whose hands slipped the prize they had grasped at, who stood at the dying of day, 


With the work of their life all around them, unpitied, unheeded, alone, 

With death swooping down o'er their failure, and all but their faith overthrown. 

While the voice of the world shouts its chorus, its paean for those who have won, 

While the trumpet is sounding triumphant, and high to the breeze and the sun 

Gay banners are waving, hands clapping, and hurrying feet 

Throng after the laurel-crowned victors — stand on the field of defeat 

In the shadow, 'mongst those who are fallen, and wounded, and dying, and there 

Chant a requiem low, place my hand on their pain-knotted brows, breathe a prayer, 

Hold the hand that is helpless, and whisper — " They only the victory win 

Who have fought the good fight and have vanquished the demon that tempts us within, 

Who have held to their faith unseduced by the prize that the world holds on high, 

Who have dared for a high cause to suffer, resist, fight — if need be to die." 

Speak, History! Who are life's victors? Unroll thy long annals and say — 

Are they those whom the world called the victors, who won the success of a day? 

The Martyrs ? or Nero ? The Spartans who fell at Thermopylae's tryst ? 

Or the Persians and Xerxes? His Judges or Socrates? Pilate or Christ? 




i 9 6. Sapper HIeyan&er tDeitcb. 

TRoval Engineers. 

1918 — April 5. 

MRS ALEXANDER VEITCH, Buchanan Street, Leith, received intimation 
that her husband, Sapper ALEXANDER VEITCH, Royal Engineers, had 
been killed near St Quentin, on 5th April 1918, by the bursting of a 
shell, while engaged in bridge building. Death was instantaneous- 
He joined up in 1916, at which time he was employed in Edinburgh. 
Before leaving Peebles, some years previously, he was employed at his 
trade as a mason with William Tod, builder. Deceased was the 
youngest brother of the late Andrew Veitch, Damdale, Peebles. 

After her husband's death, Mrs Veitch received several letters from 
Sapper Veitch's officers and comrades, in which reference was made to 
the bravery invariably displayed by him while at the front, his life 
being an example to his comrades. He was buried in a little cemetery 
behind the firing line. 

There is no death — 

They only truly live 
Who pass into the life beyond, and see 
This earth is but a school preparative 

For larger ministry. 

We call them " dead,'' 

But they look back and smile 
At our dead living in the bonds of flesh, 
And do rejoice that, in so short a while, 

Our souls will slip the leash. 

There is no death 

To those whose hearts are set 
On higher things than this life doth afford; 
How shall their passing leave one least regret, 

Who go to join their Lord? 




197. iprivatc jfrcfccricft 3nvcrarit\>. 

IRoval Scots. 

191 8 — April 9. 

MRS FRED INVERARITY, 4 Wemyss Place, Peebles, was notified that 
her husband, Private FRED INVERARITY, 15th Royal Scots, who had 
been previously reported as missing in France, was officially reported 
to have died between the 9th-l6th April 1918. Private Inverarity, who 
enlisted under the Derby scheme in October 1916, was formerly 
employed at his trade as a grocer in Peebles. He was wounded in 
August 1917, and returned to France in March 1918. He was survived 
by his widow and young child. He was a native of Carnoustie. 

They bought us anew with their blood, forbearing to blame us 

Those hours which we had not made good when the judgment o'ercame us. 

They believed us and perished for it. Our statecraft, our learning, 

Delivered them bound to the pit, and alive to the burning, 

Whither they mirthfully hastened, as jostling for honour. 

Not since our birth has our earth seen such worth loosed upon her. 

Nor was their agony brief, or once only imposed on them. 

The wounded, the war-spent, the sick received no exemption: 

Being cured, they returned, and endured, and achieved our redemption, 

Hopeless themselves of relief, till death, marvelling, closed on them. 





198. private Milliam fliyflDoiTan. 

IRogal Scots. 

191 8 — April 9. 

MRS R. M. M'MORRAN, 41 Rosetta Road, Peebles, was notified that 
her only son, Private WILLIAM M'MORRAN, 15th Royal Scots, was 
reported as missing in the course of the fighting between 9th and 16th 
April 1918. Later, Mrs M'Morran received intimation that Private 
M'Morran was officially reported to have been killed between these 
dates. Private M'Morran, who was 20 years of age, enlisted in the 
local Territorials at the outbreak of war, when he was between 16 and 
17. He proceeded to France in June 19 1 7, and took part in much 
severe fighting. Previous to joining up, he was employed by Lowe, 
Donald & Co., Peebles. 

God, who created me 
Nimble and light of limb, 
In three elements free, 
To run, to ride, to swim; 
Not when the sense is dim, 
But now from the heart of joy, 
I would remember Him: 
Take the thanks of a boy. 

Jesu, King and Lord, 
Whose are my foes to fight, 
Gird me with Thy sword, 
Swift and sharp and bright. 
Thee I would serve if I might, 
And conquer if I can; 
From day-dawn till night 
Take the strength of a man. 




199. Xance^Corporal iconic Ibenfcerson. 

South Hftfcan Scottish. 

1918— April ir. 

IT was officially reported to Mr and Mrs William Henderson, 28 
George Street, Peebles, that their son, Lance-Corporal GEORGE 
HENDERSON, South African Scottish, was killed in France while in 
action with his unit on Ilth April 1918. He was a native of Hawick, 
29 years of age, and unmarried, and was employed at his trade as a 
plumber in South Africa before enlisting in 191 5. Besides having 
been engaged in the Western theatre of war, he was under General 
Botha in the German South-West African campaign, and was also in 

"You have doubtless been informed of the death in action of your 
son, George. It was on the nth of last month, at Messines Ridge. 
He had a machine gun bullet in the neck, and died instantaneously. 
Thus he knew no suffering. To you mothers left behind, earth has 
no compensations for the loss of such splendid sons, yet, as I was 
telling my boys at church parade to-day, there is no death. Even 
amidst all the carnage in which I have been living these last six 
weeks, I have had this conviction burning in my breast — Our loved 
ones are merely passed on ahead to await us. They have triumphed 
so gloriously in this life; they have made the supreme sacrifice; they 
have known more of self-denial and self-effacement in a few short 
days of the battle line than are possible in a long life of petty 
self-denials. I trust that in this rooting up of your earthly interests, 
your hopes and affections may be more firmly entwined around the 
things that are eternal. So shall your life be greatly enriched." 

We are coming, Mother Britain, we are coming to your aid. 
There's a debt we owe our fathers, and we mean to see it paid. 
From the jungles of Rhodesia, from the snows of Saskatoon, 
We are coming, Mother Britain, and we hope to see you soon. 
From the islands and the highlands, just as fast as we can speed, 
We are hastening to serve you in the hour of your need, 
For wherever peril calls abroad for loyal hearts and guns, 
We'll show the foe that, weal or woe, we're Mother Britain's sons. 



Private JOHN Gethin. 


200. private Jobn (Betbin, 

IRcval Scots. 

1918 — April 12. 

MRS JOHN GETHIN, 8 St Michael's Buildings, Peebles, received 
official word that her husband, Private JOHN GETHIN, Royai Scots, had 
been killed in action on I2th April 1918. Previous to enlisting in the 
3,'8th Royal Scots, in March 1915, the deceased, who was 25 years of 
age, was employed in March Street Mills, Peebles, and went out to 
France in March 1916. He was survived by his wife and little boy, 
at that time 3 years of age. 

He'd fought since ever he could crawl, 

And generally won; 
Because he never could be brought 

To see that he was done. 

So when the war came, Jock was off, 

Among the first to go, 
Though what the scrap was all about 

He didn't rightly know. 

He simply couldn't miss it when 

There was fighting to be done. 
Duty, he told the wife and kid, 

Was a thing no man could shun ; 
And, besides, he had a hankering 

To see the blooming fun. 



Private James Hannan. 


201. [private 3amee Ibannan, 

Scots (Buarbs; 

1 918 — April 12. 
PRIVATE JAMES HANNAN, Scots Guards, who was killed in action on 
the 12th April 1918, was born at Craigerne, Peebles, and was the twin 
son of the late Mr and Mrs Hannan, 50 Sciennes, Edinburgh. He 
was 38 years of age. His twin brother, George, went out to South 
Africa with Baden Powell's Police at the time of the Boer War, 
ultimately settling down in Johannesburg. He rejoined for service in 
the Great War, and became a motor dispatch rider in East Africa. 

The fateful day is all your own, 
The evil thing is overthrown, 
The mighty victory is won : 
Carry on, brave hearts ! Carry on ! 

Your might shall set Christ on His throne, 
And His sweet grace in full atone 
For all that you have undergone : 
Carry on, brave hearts ! Carry on ! 

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202. private IRobeirt ibuntcr Ibamilton. 

Scotttsb IRiflcs (attacbeD flftacbine (Sun Corps). 

1918 — April 25. 

Private Robert Hunter Hamilton was born at Mauldslie, 
Gorebridge, and educated at Lamancha Public School. When he 
joined up he was a shepherd in the employment of David Dickson, 
Corstane, Broughton. He was killed at Kemmel Hill, on the 25th 
April 1918. Private Hamilton was a member of Peebles Parish 

To Odin's challenge we cried Amen! 

We stayed the plough and laid by the pen, 

And shouldered our guns like gentlemen, 

That the stronger the weak should hold. . . . 

Then lift the flag of the last crusade, 
And fill the ranks of the last Brigade! 
March on to the fields, where the world's re-made, 
And the ancient dreams come true! 

If our time be come, let us die manfully for our brethren, 
and let us not stain our honour. — /. Maccabees, /'.v., 10. 



Private Peter Conlan. 


203. private peter (Ionian. 

IRogal Scots. 

1918 — April 15. 

MRS PETER CONLAN, 7 Old Town, Peebles, received official intimation 
from the Record Office, Hamilton, stating that her husband, Private 
PETER CONLAN, l/8th Royal Scots, had died in hospital, Langensalza, 
Germany, on 15th April 1918, as a result of wounds received in action. 
Deceased, who was posted missing in France on 23rd March, was later 
reported to be a prisoner of war in Germany, and wounded in both 
legs. Previous to enlisting, shortly after the outbreak of war, Private 
Conlan was employed as a miner at Gorebridge. He went out to 
France in 1915, and was wounded in 1916. 

God will gather all these scattered 

Leaves into His Golden Book ; 
Torn and crumpled, soiled and battered, 

He will heal them with a look. 
Not one soul of them has perished ; 

No man ever yet forsook 
Wife, and home, and all he cherished, 

And God's purpose undertook, 

But he met his full reward, 

In the " Well done " of his Lord. 


Private Albert V. Lamb. 


204. private Elbert Dickers Xamb. 

TRosal Scots. 

1918 — April 25. 

OFFICIAL intimation was received by J. V. Lamb, 79 Rosetta Road, 
Peebles, that his second son, Private ALBERT V. LAMB, had been 
reported missing in France since 25th April 1918. About a year later 
it was reported that as no further information had been received 
regarding Private Lamb it was presumed he had been killed at Mount 
Kemmel on the date mentioned. Private Lamb was born at Glossop, 
Derbyshire, and came to Peebles with his parents when quite young. 
He enlisted in the 3 8th Royal Scots in 191 6, but was later transferred 
to the I2th Royal Scots. Before joining up he was in the employment 
of Messrs Lowe, Donald & Co., Peebles, as tweed warehouseman. He 
was well known in local cricket circles as a playing member of 
Peebles County Second XL 

Private John Lamb, a brother of Albert, went to France in 
November 1914 with his Territorial Battalion, the I /8th Royal Scots, 
and received the Mons Star. For his bravery in the field he was 
awarded the Military Medal and the Distinguished Conduct Medal. 

The father of these brave lads went to Serbia in connection 
with the Scottish Women's Hospital, and his services were recognised 
as follows: — The Order of St John of Jerusalem, for valuable services 
during the war, 1915-16 (signed by Queen Alexandra); Serbian Relief 
Fund expressed gratitude for his services to the wounded, and also 
during the typhus epidemic, 1914-15 (signed by Lord Henry Bentinck 
and the Earl of Plymouth); and the Cross of Charity, from His 
Majesty King Peter of Serbia. 

They say that you are dead, my dearest — dead: 
" Poor boy, so young, so gallant, and so fair ! " 
I know it is not true that word they said, 
There are no dead " out there." 

No ! though a myriad crosses mark the sod, 
No ! though a myriad eyes, like mine, be wet, 
" Not of the dead, but of the living, God " — 
Living and loving yet ! 

Calm brow'd and radiant in a deathless life, 
Heroes victorious at the victor's side, 
You saw the vision shine through war's wild strife 
And now rest, satisfied. 


Gunner William 1). Holmes. 


205. (Bunner Mtlltam JDicfcson Ibolmcs. 

Uanft Corps. 

1918— April 26. 

WILLIAM DICKSON HOLMES, son of the late John Holmes and Mrs 
Jessie Dickson Holmes, Burnopfield, County Durham, and grandson of 
the late Robert Dickson, Innerleithen Road, Peebles, enlisted in the 
Army Service Corps (Remounts), in November 1914. After three 
weeks at Woolwich he went to France. He had his first leave in 
February 1916. In September 1916 he transferred into the infantry, 
and was sent to Bonnington Camp, Dorsetshire, to train with the tanks, 
from Christmas 1916 until the following August. He then went to 
France as a gunner in E Battalion, Tank Corps. He went through the 
Cambrai battle in November 1917, and was also engaged in the big fight 
in March 1918. The Battalion came out for a rest on Easter Monday, 
but on the 9th of April they were taken to reinforce the machine 
guns, as there were no others available. Gunner Holmes was killed 
by a sniper on the 26th April, at Meteren, which was afterwards 
evacuated. Letters were received from the Captain of the Battalion 
giving details of Gunner Holmes' death, and expressing regret that 
they had not been able to give him a military funeral, an honour 
which he well deserved. The comrades of Gunner Holmes also sent 
their sympathy to his friends, as they had lost a dear pal, who was 
the life of the company, and well liked by all who knew him. 

Thick as leaves on Vallombrosa 
Lie the leaves of the Golden Book, 

Scattered wide throughout the land, 

Everywhere, on every hand, 

Telling how our men forsook 
Their little all at duty's call, 
And high things undertook. 


Private Thomas Ormiston. 


206. (private Sbomae ©rmiston. 

IbigblanJ) Xicibt 3nfantv\?. 

1918— April 27. 

MRS STEVENSON, 22 George Place, Peebles, received notification that 
Private THOMAS ORMISTON, Highland Light Infantry, had been 
officially reported killed in action in France on 27th April. Previous 
to enlisting in 1915, deceased, who was unmarried and 37 years of age, 
was employed in the coal department of Peebles Co-Operative Society. 
He was a native of Loanhead, Midlothian, and before entering the 
employment of Peebles Co-Operative Society, worked as a roadman 
under Peebles County Council. He was wounded in 1916, and was 
also gassed. 

Meanwhile pain 
Is bitter, and tears are salt; our voices take 
A sober tone ; our very household songs 
Are heavy with a nation's grief and wrongs ; 
And innocent mirth is chastened for the sake 
Of the brave hearts that nevermore shall beat, 
The eyes that smile no more, the Unreturning Feet. 


The Third Battle of the Aisne. 

DURING May 1918 there was little to record. On the nights of the 
5th and the 7th, we advanced our line between the Somme and the 
Ancre. On the 14th the enemy attacked the new front without 
success. The remainder of the month passed in tense expectancy, 
and then, in the last week of the month, the doubt was resolved. 
Very early on the morning of the 27th of May the storm broke. The 
French gains vanished like smoke; and the enemy was across the 
Aisne. On the second day he was beyond the Vesle ; and on the 
third he was looking down from the heights of Tardenois on the 
waters of the Marne. 

"We have put a ring about the British islands," said Helfferich 
on the 24th April, " a ring which every day is drawn closer, and we 
shall bring the war to a decision in the west of France and on the 
waters about England." 

On the 27th May a sharp bombardment by the enemy began 
everywhere from Ailette to the suburbs of Rheims. In the afternoon 
the infantry advanced, and in an hour or two had swept the French 
from the crest of the ridge. By nightfall the enemy had advanced 
twelve miles. On the 28th of May the Allied wings were forced back. 
The German forces steadily advanced, and soon were upon the heights 
overlooking Soissons from the north. American troops now for the 
first time took part in the main battle. On Wednesday, the 2Qth 
May, Soissons fell. On that day there was a general falling back 
everywhere. On the 30th May the Germans made a strong forward 
thrust. They had advanced thirty miles in seventy-two hours. The 
French were driven further back on the 31st May. There was severe 
fighting backwards and forwards on the 1st and 2nd of June. On the 
3rd of June the French had recovered some part of the hill. On the 
4th, 5th, and 6th the Germans were driven back by the British and by 
the French. On the 8th, 9th, and 10th fresh attacks upon the Allies 
were made by a German new army. The battle-front was now 
gigantic, no less than 100 miles, from Mesnil to Rheims. On the llth 
June the French repulsed German attacks and retook some ground; 
and the Americans made a fine advance at Belleau Wood, and took 
300 prisoners. On the 1 2th and 13th the Germans captured many 
villages. On the 18th June the enemy attacked at Rheims, which 
they hoped lo capture; hut they did not succeed. The remainder of 
June was occupied with small local attacks by the British and French, 
.1 II df which were successful. 



He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; 
Envy and calumny and hate and pain, 
And that unrest which men miscall delight, 
Can touch him not and torture not again; 
From the contagion of the world's slow stain 
He is secure, and now can never mourn 
A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain; 
Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, 
With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn. 

He is made one with Nature : there is heard 
His voice in all her music, from the moan 
Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird; 
He is a presence to be felt and known 
In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, 
Spreading itself where'er that Power may move 
Which has withdrawn his being to its own ; 
Which wields the world with never-wearied love 
Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above. 


Sergeant JAMES H. Baillie. 


207. Sergeant James Ibogg 5SaUlie. 

Canadian Srmvj Service Corps. 

1918 — May 19. 
WILLIAM BAILLIE, Tweedside Mill Cottage, Peebles, was informed, 
through the medium of a communication from the Canadian Record 
Office, London, that his youngest surviving son, Sergeant JAMES H. 
BAILLIE, Canadian Army Service Corps, had died at No. 10 Stationary 
Hospital, St Omer, France, on the 19th May 1918, as the result of 
bomb concussion during an air-raid. 

Sergeant Baillie, who was 28 years of age, was born at Selkirk, 
and came to Peebles with his parents. He was educated at Peebles 
Burgh and County High School, and when he left school he entered 
the warehouse of Lowe, Donald & Co. He went out to Canada in 
1913, and joined up at Winnipeg early in 1915, crossing the Atlantic 
with the second Canadian contingent. His brother, Lance-Corporal 
Walter Baillie, died at Peebles on the 15th January 1916, and his only 
surviving brother, John, joined up with him at Winnipeg, and went 
on service with the Canadian Veterinary Corps. 

The following letter was received by Sergeant Baillie's father:— 
"I wish that the reason for my writing you were a less sorrowful one, 
but in these times there are not many who have not suffered the loss 
of someone dear to them. The Canadian Depot Unit of Supply was 
taken over by me about a week or so ago, and so I was just 
beginning to know your son at the time of the unfortunate occurrence. 
The three sergeants who were in charge of the different branches of 
the work at railhead were there with some others in the dug-out 
during an air raid in the early morning of 19th May, and a 
bomb dropped almost exactly in the entrance. You can be sure 
that all the precautions had been taken, and also that death was 
instantaneous. Your boy was buried in a pretty little country 
cemetery overlooking this town, near the two sergeants who had been 
his friends. He was a most efficient non-commissioned officer, and 
his loss is keenly felt in his work as well as by his comrades." 

And you from the Dominions, from the Land beyond the Seas, 
You have given us, without stinting, of your lives, your energies; 
By the blood we shed together we are kin as ne'er before, 
You have knit your hearts to our hearts henceforth for evermore. 

You have borne with us the burden of the heat, the cold, the fray; 
We are bound by blood of sacrifice that nought can e'er repay. 
Now share the mighty heritage for which akin we strove, 
The end of strife, the nobler life, the Empery of Love ! 


Lance-Corponil A. George Young 


208. %ance*Corporal Bnbrew George JJ)ouno. 

2Lotbians anb 3Borbec Ifooisc (attacbeb IRogal Scots). 

1918— May 21. 

NEWS was received by Miss Young, Eastgate, Peebles, that her 
younger brother, Lance-Corporal ANDREW GEORGE YOUNG, Lothians 
and Border Horse (attached Royal Scots), had died of wounds 
sustained in action, at the 5th General Hospital, France, on 2lst May 
1918. Lance-Corporal Young, who was the younger son of the late 
ex-Provost Young, of Jedburgh, and was 23 years of age, lived in 
Peebles, being connected with the firm of Young & Co., bootmakers, 
Eastgate, Peebles. He enlisted in 191 5, and during the greater part 
of his military career he acted as a dispatch rider on the East Coast. 
He went to France just six weeks before he met his death. He was 
well known in local hockey and tennis circles. 

I remember your face and your beauty, 
I think of your youth and your pride, 
And I know that in doing your duty, 
Gladly you died. 

Thou art gone, thou art gone, in the gloaming 

Thy body is laid 'neath the sod; 
But thy Spirit, released from its roaming, 
Fled straight to God. 




209. Signaller Hnbrew (Brabame ©rmteton. 

Australian imperial ffovcc. 

1918 — May 29. 

THERE was killed in action in France, on the 29th May 1918, 
Signaller ANDREW GRAHAME ORMISTON, of the Australian Imperial 
Force, aged 20 years, fourth son of Sergeant-Major Thomas Ormiston, 
Brisbane, Queensland, Australia, and grandson of the late Thomas 
Ormiston.. Kingsmeadows Road, Peebles. One brother, Sergeant John 
Ormiston, was fated to fall on the 7th July 1918, and another brother, 
David, died on the 9th April 1919 

Lean brown lords of the Brisbane beaches, 

Lithe-limbed kings of the Culgoa bends, 
Princes that ride where the Roper reaches, 

Captains that camp where the grey Gulf ends — 
Never such goodly men together 

Marched since the kingdoms first made war; 
Nothing so proud as the Emu feather 

Waved in a Scottish wind before ! 


Private Andrew S. Mitchell. 


210. private Hnbrew 5. flIMtcbcll. 

©or&on Ibigblanbevs. 

1918— May 31. 

INTIMATION was received by Marion Mitchell, 9 St Michael's Buildings, 
Peebles, that Private ANDREW S. MITCHELL, Gordon Highlanders, had 
died in a hospital in France from blood-poisoning, resulting from a 
scratch to his knee and lockjaw following. Private Mitchell, who was 
22 years of age, had only been married about eight months, his wife 
residing at Aberdeen. Previous to enlisting, in June 1915, he was 
employed as a hotel-waiter in Edinburgh. He went out to France in 
August 1915, and was invalided home in August 1917, as the result 
of being gassed. 

Unto each man his handiwork, unto each his crown, 

The just fate gives ; 
Whoso takes the world's life on him and his own lays down, 

He, dying so, lives. 

Seeing death has no part in him any more, no power 

Upon his head; 
He has bought his eternity with a little hour, 

And is not dead. 



Gunner Nicholas Hunter. 


211. Gunner IRicbolas Ibunter. 

IRoeal fficio artillerfi. 

1918 — June 21. 

INTELLIGENCE reached Mr and Mrs George Hunter, Oak Cottage, 
Neidpath Road, Peebles, that their youngest son, Gunner NICHOLAS 
HUNTER, Royal Field Artillery, had been killed in action, in France, 
on the 21st June 1918. The source of information, a Captain's letter, 
stated that the battery to which Gunner Hunter was attached was 
terribly shelled. 

Previous to enlisting, shortly after the outbreak of war, the 
deceased, who was 28 years of age, was employed with a large 
manufacturing firm in Carlisle as a warehouseman. After taking part 
in operations at the Dardanelles, Gunner Hunter was transferred to 
Egypt, where he was for several months before going to France some 
eighteen months before his death. Previous to going to Carlisle 
the deceased was employed in the tweed warehouse of Lowe, 
Donald & Co., Peebles. An elder brother, William, a sergeant in the 
Border Regiment (Lord Lonsdale's), won the Military Medal before he 
made the supreme sacrifice in France on 1st July 1916. He also was 
employed with the same Carlisle firm, and also at one time was 
employed in Peebles as a chemist. 

Since each was born of woman, 

For each at utter need — 
True comrade and true foeman — 

Madonna, intercede ! 

Ah! Mary, pierced with sorrow! 

Remember, reach, and save 
The soul that comes to-morrow 

Before the God that gave. 

1 84 


Private JOHN C. M'LEAN. 


212. private 3obn (DIapperton fllYXcan. 

1Rov>al Scots. 

1918— June 26. 

PRIVATE JOHN CLAPPERTON M'LEAN, Royal Scots, was killed in 
France, about eight miles north-east of Amiens, on the 26th June 1918, 
and was buried at Montigny. He belonged to Penicuik, and was a 
painter to trade. He enlisted in February 191 5, and went to France 
in April 1917. His wife resides in Newby Court, Peebles. 

"It is with extreme sorrow that I have to convey to you the sad 
news that your husband, Private J. C. M'Lean, was fatally wounded 
on the night of the 26th June, by a bomb dropped from enemy 
aircraft, whilst on the march. We all deeply deplore the loss of 
Private M'Lean, for having been attached to Headquarters Staff so 
long, he was greatly esteemed by all his companions, for they were all 
the very best of chums with him, very, very much. Consolation may 
be had from the fact that death was instantaneous, and that there was 
no pain whatsoever. Your husband has paid the supreme sacrifice 
for his King and country by giving his life, whilst helping to free the 
country and universe from barbarism. I again express my sincere 
sympathy with you, and trust most sincerely that you will be given 
additional strength to endure this sad blow." 

" I wish to tell you how very deeply grieved we are about the loss 
of your husband, J. C. M'Lean. He was a very highly valued and 
respected man in the company and in the Battalion, and his death 
will be much felt here. I know what a terrible loss it will be to you 
at home and to yourself especially, with, as I see by one of his 
photos, your three young children. It happened late on the evening 
of Wednesday, 26th June ; his company was on the march, and a 
bomb fell from enemy aircraft. His Company Commander was 
severely wounded, and a piece of shell struck your husband in the 
left side. I think his death must have come at once, without any 
knowledge of pain or suffering. I found a cross in his pocket which 
I had given him some little time ago, so I am sending that to you 
direct. May God bless you and comfort you, and help you to bear 
up through your very great trial. The words on the cross mean, 'In 
this sign thou shalt conquer.''" 

"I feel that it is my duty to write to you on behalf of the Staff 
on Company Headquarters, to express our deepest sympathy with you, 
with regard to your recent sad bereavement. It may comfort you 
somewhat to know that when your husband was killed, he suffered no 



pain whatever. I may say your husband was a great favourite, and 
had numerous pals, and they all regret his loss and miss him very 
much indeed. Trusting that you ma}' he given additional strength to 
endure your sad loss." 

" Of your charity pray for the repose of the soul of J. C. M'Lean j 
who died for his country, 26th June 1918, in France. Into Paradise 
may the angels conduct him, at his coming may the martyrs receive 
him, and lead him into the Heavenly Jerusalem. — AMEN." 

Gin God wills that he's to fa' an' never mair win hame, 
He'll leave a braw, brave thing ahint, a true an' honoured name ; 
There'll be nae feckless greetin', but a high an' holy pride, 
When his auld folks hear the story o' hoo their laddie died, 
An' hoo, wi' men as leal's himsel', who nobly faced the strife, 
He gied — 'twas a' he had to gie — his brave young Scottish life! 


The Second Battle of the Marne. 

AT midnight on Sunday, 14th July 1918, Paris was awakened by the 
sound of great guns. The last phase had begun in this struggle for 
her possession. At 4 A.M. the German infantry crossed over their 
parapets. During the day they made a substantial advance, but they 
had not widened their salient. At Vaux and Fossoy the Americans 
rolled back the German wave, clearing the south bank of the Marne^ 
and taking 600 prisoners. The evening of the 16th July closed in 
with ill omens for the enemy. On the 17th July they persisted in 
attack with little success. 

The time had now come for Foch's counterstroke. It was to take 
place between Soissons and Chateau-Thierry. Everything was staked 
upon this attack. On the morning of the 18th July a great fleet of 
French "mosquito" tanks came out from the shelter of the Villers- 
Cotterets Forest, and very soon the French and Americans were 
through the first German defences. 

The secret of Foch lay in the combination of three things — the 
weapon of the light tank; the tactics of surprise; the strategy of 
complete mobility. After striking a blow he would stay his hand as 
soon as serious resistance developed, and then attack in another place. 
The enemy would therefore be subjected to a constant series of 

By Saturday, 20th July, eight German Divisions had staggered 
back across the Marne under the concentrated fire of the French 
batteries. On Sunday, the 21st, the Sixth and Fifth Armies of the 
Allies struck in earnest. On that evening the Sixth Army was in 
the streets of Chateau-Thierry. Every day, terrible fighting continued, 
pressing the Germans steadily back. By the 25th July an army was 
within three miles of Fere ; and this threat to Fere sealed the doom 
of the now slender German front on the Marne. By the 27th of July 
the Allies were steadily pressing upon the German retreat from the 
Marne. On the 28th July General Mangin carried the strong point of 
Buzancy, where the 15th Scottish Division so distinguished themselves 
that by orders of the French Command a memorial was erected on the 
battlefield to commemorate their valour. 

On the 29th and 30th July the enemy resistance stiffened, by the 
addition of reserves. On the morning of Thursday, the 1st of 
August, Mangin struck with his whole army, and by nine in the 
morning had captured the crest of Hill 205. On 2nd August the 
whole Allied line swept forward. On the 5th we crossed the Aisne 
just east of Soissons. On that day American troops entered Fismes, 
and on the 6th they gained ground on the north bank of the Vesle. 
This second battle of the Marne restored to the Allies the initiative. 



Cioiv 6c Quem. 


213. Sergeant 3ohn ©rmteton, 

Croiy be ©nerve. 

Australian imperial JForce. 

1918- July 7. 

ON the 7th July 1918, Sergeant JOHN ORMISTON, Croix de Guerre, of 
the Australian Imperial Force, was killed in action in France, aged 25 
years. He was a son of Sergeant-Major Thomas Ormiston, Brisbane, 
Queensland, Australia, and grandson of the late Thomas Ormiston, 
joiner, Kingsmeadows Road, Peebles. A brother, Andrew, fell on the 
29th May 1918, and another brother, David, was fated to die on the 
9th April 1919. 

He was just a common soldier — 

An Australian soldier — who 
Fought for his King and country, 

And the old Red, White, and Blue. 

He, to keep the home fires burning, 

Was prepared to give his life, 
And to keep the old flag flying 

For a mother, sister, wife. 

All his comrades dearly loved him, 

For he always seemed so bright, 
Gaily laughing at his troubles, 

Always ready for a fight. 

When wounded he would help you, 

And cheer you with his smile, 
He would lift you up quite gently 

As a mother lifts her child. 

But one day, Our Pal, we lost him, 

And it made us all see red, 
To find our well-tried comrade 

Lying crumpled up there — dead. 

So died another hero true, 

His duty nobly done; 
In a soldier's grave we laid him, 

And said — "God's will be done." 



Private WILLIAM RE1U. 


214. [Private MiUiam IRetb. 

2>urbam Xigbt 3nfantvv>. 

1918— July 14. 

PRIVATE WILLIAM REID, Durham Light Infantry, was reported missing 
on 14th July 1918, and some time later the official notification came to 
state that he had been killed in action. Private Reid joined the 
Peeblesshire Constabulary in I Q 1 3 , and was stationed in the county 
town. Previously he had been engaged as an asylum attendant, 
and also as a footman. He joined up in February 1917, and was 
sent to Aldershot, where he was posted to the Military Mounted 
Police, in which he held the rank of Corporal. He proceeded 
to France with that corps in the following May, and was later 
transferred to the 2nd Battalion Durham Light Infantry. Out of the 
five members of Peeblesshire Constabulary who served in the Army — 
all of whom were from the burgh of Peebles — -Private Reid, who was 
26 years of age and unmarried, was the only one to fall. He was of 
a quiet disposition, and was held in popular esteem by his fellow 
constables. His parents reside at Sunnybank, Linlithgow. 

Of strenuous clean souls a long array 

With lambent lance, and white, bright, blinding sword, 

All riding upon horses — what are they? 

They are the Dead which died in Christ their Lord. 

Nor ride they idly nor with indolent rein, 
Irresolute, as men that seek no foe, 
But by the pathless sea, by peak and plain, 
Bright-eyed, stern-lipped, all day, all night, they go; 

Forth as a fire that snatches and devours 
Wind-withered woods, so go they swift and fell, 
Warring with principalities and powers, 
Hunting through space the swart, old bands of hell. 


Private Tohn Mathison. 


215. private 3obn fIDatbieon. 

Eustvalian Jmperfal jforce. 

1918 — July 22. 

INTIMATION reached Peebles to the effect that Private JOHN MATHISON, 
Australian Imperial Force, a son of the late Robert John Mathison, 
Tantah and Alexandria, Egypt, and grandson of the late Robert 
Mathison, farmer, Edderston, Peebles, was killed in action on 22nd 
July 1918. Deceased was born in Egypt, and, on the death of his 
parents, emigrated to Australia, where he joined up in 1915- He was 
wounded in August 1916, and visited Peebles while on leave in 
October 1917. Private Mathison, who was 27 years of age, was 
married, and left a widow and child to mourn his loss. 

The following letter from the officer in command at the time tells 
how Private Mathison met his death: — "A certain English Army Corps 
was composed of a large number of young troops. They had been 
having trouble with German patrols and raids, so the Australians were 
asked to send over a picked body of patrol fighters. Twenty-four men 
and myself were selected from the Division. Private Mathison, being 
a fearless and brave fighter, was one of the selected. We were to be 
on this job for twenty-one nights, and then all were to be granted 
leave and certain other concessions. For the first five nights all went 
well. We were all on patrol every night and were giving Fritz a bad 
time. Lectures and demonstrations were also being given to the 
English troops by clay. They treated us very well, and we were 
very happy, and had good sleeping quarters and food. On the sixth 
night it was decided to raid the German trenches. There were twelve 
of my boys and six Tommies and myself in the party. We left our 
trenches at 1. 30 A.M. on the morning of 22nd July. We had crept 
very near the German lines when we were discovered. Heavy 
firing and bombing broke out on both sides. We had some 

casualties. Private Mathison was among the killed. His death was 
instantaneous, but I could not see if it was by bullet or bomb, as I 
could not move. My right thigh was smashed to bits. After the 
fight was ended our stretcher-bearers came out to "No Man's Land," 
and carried the dead bodies and myself in. Private Mathison is 
buried in a small cemetery behind our lines, near a small village 
named Dernancourt, which is near the town of Albert. Although I 
had only known Private Mathison a few days, I had a great liking for 
him and found him a fine fellow. We were all very happy with 
each other, and his death, and the death of other fine fellows, has 


caused me a great amount of sorrow. He died like a man, and was 
a very brave and gallant soldier." 

These hearts were woven of human joys and cares, 

Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth. 

The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs, 

And sunset, and the colours of the earth. 

These had seen movement, and heard music, known 

Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended; 

Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone; 

Touched flowers and furs and cheeks. All this is ended. 



The rivers broaden to the sea, 

In power and wealth and pride, 
And stately ships from all the world 

Do berth with every tide. 
But Marne hath never port nor pier, 

Warehouse nor wharf nor quay, 
And the very name of her is lost 

Before she finds the sea. 

The rivers run rejoicing down 

And singing as they flow, 
In rain or sun their course assigned 

Pursuing swift or slow. 
But Marne goes weeping all day long 

And is not comforted. 
Her trampled banks and bloodied pools 

And shallows choked with dead. 

Yet hath she glory for all time 

Mid rivers great and small, 
And nobler dower than pride or power 

Is hers among them all. 
For Marne hath seen the hosts of hell 

Turned backward from their goal, 
And the stormy dawn of Hope arise 

On earth's war darkened soul. 
And Marne hath fame for evermore 

While the floods of time shall roll. 




216. private Sanies ©pence Milson. 

IKtng's ©wn Scottish JSor&erers. 

1918— July 23. 

A LETTER from an Army Chaplain in France was received by Mrs 
James M. Hutchison, Tweed Green, Peebles, informing her that her 
son, Private JAMES SPENCE WILSON, King's Own Scottish Borderers, 
who was previously reported as missing in France since 23rd July 1918, 
had been killed in action on that date. He was buried near Soissons. 
Private Wilson, who was 19 years of age, previous to enlisting, in iqi 7, 
was employed as a car conductor with the Edinburgh Tramway 
Company. Before going to Edinburgh he was employed as a 
compositor for some time in the Peeblesshire Advertiser Office, Peebles. 
He went to France in April 1918. His step-father, Private James 
M. Hutchison, was in the 4th Reserve Royal Scots. 

God, is it You? Then bow You down, 

And hark to a mother's prayer, 
Don't keep it all to Yourself, Good Lord, 

But give his dear mother a share. 

Gimme a share of the travail pain 

Of my own son's second birth, 
Double the pain if you double the joy 

That a mother feels on earth. 

Gimme the sorrow and not the joy 

If that has to be Your will, 
Gimme the labour and not the pride, 

But make me his mother still. 

Maybe the body as he shall wear 

Is born of my breaking heart, 
Maybe these pains are the new birth pangs 

What'll give my laddie his start. 

Then I'd not trouble how hard they was, 

I'd gladly go through the mill, 
If that new body he wore were mine, 

And I were his mother still. 



Private JOHN Sterkick. 


217. Iprivatc 3ohn StetTicfc. 

©orboii IbiQblan&ers. 

1918 — July 26. 

MR AND MRS JOHN STERRICK, 6i Northgate, Peebles, received official 
word informing them that their eldest son, Private JOHN (DONALD) 
STERRICK, Gordon Highlanders, previously reported missing in France 
on 26th July 1918, was killed in action, 26th-30th July. He was 
buried at Jonchery-sur-Veste. Previous to enlisting, in December 1917, 
Private Sterrick, who was in his 19th year, was employed by Dyer 
& Co., wood merchants, Peebles. He went out to France in June 
1918. The last letter that his parents received from him was dated 
26th July. His father, who was a time-expired Territorial, held the 
rank of Sergeant Piper with the I /8th Royal Scots in France for about 
two years. 

I see their shining eyes, 

Their glad and eager faces, 
Waiting to welcome us 

To the heavenly places. 

And how shall we complain 

Of our own loss and pain, 
When unto them we know the change 

Is all eternal gain ? 


The Battle of Amiens. 

FOR the attack on the 8th August 1918 Sir Douglas Haig accumulated 
four hundred tanks of the small " whippet " type. On the date 
mentioned we began with an intense bombardment. After four 
minutes it stopped, and the tanks and infantry moved forward. In 
the centre success was immediate and continuous. Canadian and 
British cavalry performed miracles, and advanced twenty-three miles. 
On Saturday, the 10th of August, the Montdidier garrison surrendered. 
Steady advances followed every day until the 15th August. This 
closed the first phase of the Allies' advance. 

Battle of Bapaume. 

A NEW blow was now struck in a new quarter, on Sunday, 18th 
August, by General Mangin, between the Oise and the Aisne. He 
was successful on this and the following days. Then on the morning 
of Wednesday, the 2lst, Byng struck with the British Third Army. 
It was a complete surprise to the enemy. Beaucourt, Courcelles, and 
other places all fell. Albert was recovered on 22nd August. On the 
23rd the Australians took Bray. On the following clay Thiepval Ridge 
was cleared. By the 25th we had Mametz, Martinpuich, and Le Sars. 
On the 26th the French took Fresnoy ; and on the 27th they were in 
Roye. On the same day Monchy, Roeux, Gavrelle, and other places 
fell to the Canadians. On Thursday, the 29th, the Germans were in 
full retreat to a new line. But on that day we had Combles and 
Morval : and the New Zealanders entered Bapaume. This opened up 
the road to Cambrai. On the 31st of August the Australians rushed 
Mont St Quentin, which was the key to Peronne. The Australians 
entered Peronne on the 1st September. Great progress was made in 
the first few days of September. During the whole of September 
indeed the irresistible advance of the Allies continued. The enemy 
was steadily pushed back, and thousands of prisoners and guns were 



All through the blood-red Autumn, 
When the harvest came to the full; 
When the days were sweet with sunshine, 
And the nights were wonderful — 
The Reaper reaped without ceasing. 

All through the roaring Winter, 

When the skies were black with wrath, 
When earth alone slept soundly, 
And the seas were white with froth — 
The. Reaper reaped without ceasing. 

All through the quick of the Spring-time, 
When the birds sang cheerily, 
When the trees and the flowers were burgeoning, 
And men went wearily — 

The Reaper reaped 'without ceasing. 

All through the blazing Summer, 
When the year was at its best, 
When Earth, subserving God alone, 
In her fairest robes was dressed — 
The Reaper reaped without ceasing. 

So, through the Seasons' roundings, 
While Nature waxed and waned, 
And only man by thrall of man 
Was scarred and marred and stained — 
The Reaper reaped without ceasi/tg. 

How long, O Lord, shall the Reaper 
Harry the growing field? 
Stretch out Thy hand and stay him, 
Lest the future no fruit yield! 

And the Gleaner find nought for His gleaning. 




Private Joseph Brown. 


218. iprivatc 3osepb Birown. 

IRogal Scots. 

191 8 — August I. 

MRS JOSEPH BROWN, Polton Cottages, Polton, received official 
intimation that her hushand, Private JOSEPH BROWN, Royal Scots, had 
been killed in action in France on 1st August IQl8. Private Brown, 
who was 34 years of age, previous to enlisting in the 2/8th Royal 
Scots, in September 1914, was employed in March Street Mills, Peebles. 
He went out to France in February IQI7. He was wounded and 
invalided home, but returned to the front in the early summer of 1918. 
He was survived by his wife and three boys, aged 9, 8, and 6 years 
at the time of their father's death. He was the third son of Andrew 
Brown, 13a Rosetta Road, Peebles. Other three brothers were on 
service — Andrew, a private in the I /8th Royal Scots; James, a private 
in the Royal Scots; and Alexander, a private in the Egyptian Camel 

The Chaplain of the 9th Royal Scots wrote Mrs Brown as follows: 
"Your husband was killed on the 1st August in an attack which cost 
this Battalion many casualties, for all of them played a very gallant 
part that day. We all lament his death very much. I wish to assure 
you of the deep sympathy of all his comrades in the Battalion ; we 
feel very much for you and your little ones in your loneliness and 
grief. I trust that God Himself will sustain you; and enable you to 
bear up under this burden of sorrow. May the words of our Saviour 
bring some comfort and strength to your heart — 'I am the resurrection 
and the life. He that believeth in Me, though he were dead, yet shall 
he live.' And may you be upheld, for your own sake and the sake 
of your little ones, with the hope of meeting your husband again in 
the life beyond, where no sore parting shall come." 

My friends the hills, the sea, the sun, 

The winds, the woods, the clouds, the trees, 
How feebly, if my youth were done, 

Could I, an old man, relish these ! 

With laughter, then, I'll go to greet 

What Fate has still in store for me, 
And welcome Death, if we should meet, 

And bear him willing > company. 





219. private James Xtttlc. 

TRogal Scots. 

1918 — August I. 

INTIMATION was received by Mrs James Little, Lochcarron, Ross-shire, 
to the effect that her husband, Private JAMES LITTLE, Royal Scots, 
was killed while in action with his unit in France. He attested 
under the Derby Scheme, and was called up in March 1916, proceeding 
to France in November of the same year. He was gassed, had 
dysentery twice, and also suffered from trench fever very badly. He 
was home on two occasions convalescing, and went out to France for 
the last time in June 19T8. For some time Private Little (who was 
born at Upper Kidston, Peebles), was employed as a water bailiff by 
the Tweed Commissioners at Peebles, and before enlisting was 
engaged as a gamekeeper in Perthshire. He was married only a year 
before he met his death, and was survived by his widow. 

Mrs Little received the following letter giving information as to 
the circumstances under which Private Little met his death: — " Your 
husband, Private James Little, was killed on the 1st August, at a place 
near Buzancy, in the Soissons district. It will relieve you to know 
that he did not suffer. He was shot through the heart, and 
death was instantaneous. The task set the Company was well 
nigh an impossible one, and the men were exposed to very heavy 
machine gun fire. They were all buried on the field in a place now 
known, I belitve, as the Quarry Cemetery, about four kilometres south 
of Buzancy. The French have erected a monument near the place to 
the memory of the Scottish soldiers who fell there. It was a black 
day for the Battalion, but the success of the operations was due in 
great part to the sacrifices made by the men. Those of us who 
are still left with the Company sympathise with you in your 
bereavement. Private Little was a good soldier, and was well liked 
by his comrades. Most of his friends — indeed nearly all his platoon- 
were killed, and he himself had got further forward than them all, 
only to make the supreme sacrifice in the end." 

I that on my familiar hill 

Saw, with uncomprehending eyes, 
A hundred of thy sunsets spill 

Their fresh and sanguine sacrifice, 
Ere the sun swings his noonday sword 

Must say good-bye to all of this; 
By all delights that I shall miss, 

Help me to die, O Lord. 


Private JOHN K. BROCK1E. 


220. private 3obn Ikcrr Brocftie. 

IRogal Scots. 

1918 — August 5. 

ALEXANDER BROCKIE, Maxwelltown, Dumfries, had four sons in the 
Great War. These were James, a private in the Royal Scots; 
Alexander, also in the Royal Scots; William, in the Black Watch, 
attached to the Royal Flying Corps; and Private JOHN KERR 
BROCKIE, in the Royal Scots. The eldest brother, James, was the 
first to give his life, in November 1917 ; the next two brothers were 
wounded; and John, the youngest of all, was called upon, like the 
eldest, to die for his country. John Brockie enlisted in the early days 
of the war, and after receiving training, was drafted to France. Some 
time later he was discharged, and went to Maxwelltown, to reside with 
his father, where he was employed in Rosefield Mills. He was 
eventually recalled to the Colours, and had been fighting in France for 
some time previous to his being fatally wounded. This happened on 
the 1st of August 1918, while in action, and on the 5th of August 
he passed away, at the age of 21 years. He and his brothers 
were members of a large clan of Brockies belonging to Peebles, who 
did not spare themselves, either in wounds or in life itself, for the 
sake of their country. 

'Taint right to have the young go first, 

All throbbin' full o' gifts and graces, 
Leaving life's paupers dry as dust 

To try and make-believe fill their places: 
Nothing but tells us what we miss, 

There's gaps our lives won't never stay in, 
And that world seems so far from this, 

Left for us loafers to grow grey in. 

Come, Peace ! not like a mourner bowed 

For honour lost, and dear ones wasted. 
But proud, to meet a people proud, 

With eyes that tell o' victory tasted ! 
Come, such as mothers prayed for, when 

They kissed their cross with lips that quivered, 
And bring fair wages for brave men — 

A nation saved, a race delivered ! 


Second-Lieutenant MICHAEL Veitch. 
fllMIitavv! dross. 


221. SeconMUeutenant flDicbael IDeitcb, 

fllMlitarv Cross. 

IRogal Scots (attacbeo Gvclc Corps). 

191 8 — August 11. 

INTELLIGENCE reached Peebles that Second-Lieutenant MICHAEL 
VEITCH, Military Cross, Royal Scots, attached Cycle Corps, was killed 
in action, in France, on nth August 1918. The deceased officer, 31 
years of age, was a son of the late William Veitch, March Street, 
Peebles, and previous to enlisting in the Royal Scots in 1915, was 
employed by the North British Rubber Company, Edinburgh, and 
went out to France in 1916. Shortly before his death Lieutenant 
Veitch was awarded the Military Cross for bravery on the field. A 
number of years ago he was employed as a clerk in Damcroft Mill, 
Peebles. Two brothers were serving with the colours — John, a Colour- 
Sergeant in the Cameron Highlanders, and William, a Captain, also in 
the Cameron Highlanders. The deceased officer was a grandson of 
William M'Morran, Murray Place, Peebles. 

Not ours to join the earthly show 
And walk in pageantry below ; 

Since we have quit the wars 

Our path is with the stars. 

You say below that we are dead, 
You light an aureole round each head: 

With pious tongues you say 

Our night has made your day: 

You give us tears, you give us fame, 
You give an everlasting name; 

For us, who died to save, 

You glorify the grave. 

And looking down serene we smile, 
Content that love should still beguile 

The sorrow of the earth 

With promise of new birth ; 

For now we know we slept too long : 
Heaven soars around us full of song. 




Lieutenant SELWYN M. MoNJLAWS. 


222. Xicutcnant Selw^n fll>. flDonilawe. 

TRosal Scots (attacbea 1btgblan& Xfgbt Jnfantrg). 

191 8 — August 12. 

INFORMATION reached Mr and Mrs W. M. Monilaws, 8 Carlton 
Terrace, Edinburgh, that their youngest son, Lieutenant SELWYN M. 
MONILAWS, had been killed in action in France, on the I2th August 
1918. Lieutenant Monilaws was a grandson of the late Rev. George 
H. Monilaws, D.D., Peebles. 

The parents of Lieutenant Monilaws received the following letter 
from a fellow officer:— " You will have had from the War Office the 
terrible news of the death in action of your son, Lieutenant S. M. 
Monilaws. His Commanding Officer is also writing you, and will give 
you full particulars; but I just want to convey to you the real and 
heartfelt sympathy of all the officers and men in this Battalion. Your 
son was not very long with us, but in the time he won the 
admiration and trust of his senior officers and the love of all his men. 
His death has been a terrible grief to us all. We all loved him. 
It has never been my lot to meet a young officer whom I could admire 
more. All his ways and all his instincts were those of a clean living, 
pure thinking, noble-hearted young Christian officer. He was a power 
for good in his Company and in the Battalion. His Commanding 
Officer will tell you how skilfully and gallantly he led his men on 
that night. His men spoke to me yesterday of him with deep 
emotion, and I promised them that I would write you to convey to 
you their sympathy. Ever since he joined the regiment he has been 
a most gallant and devoted officer, and has made a friend of every 
one of us. I know what a desperate blow it must be to you, but I do 
trust it will soften your darkest grief to know how gallantly and 
highly esteemed he lived, and how bravely and heroically he died. 
We shall remember him for his kindness and cheerfulness under all 
circumstances whilst with us, and for his untiring devotion to duty. 
I attended his funeral. He was buried with simple military honours 
in the small British Cemetery near the village of Grand Hasard, near 
the town of Hazebrouck — a secluded little field amidst the surrounding 
crops of corn and wheat." 


In the grey days of March, ere yet the spring has fully awakened, 

In the pale primrose twilight, in the cold hush of dawn, 
Here, where the river's wistful music laments unceasing, 
Back to the paths of grief my feet are drawn. 
Here on the soil I trace 
Each unforgotten, haunted place, 
Where all the joy and glory of life was stricken and slain, 
And only the murmuring river heard my stunned heart's speechless pain. 

To-day my listening heart hears an echo of far-off desolation, 

Yet in the bare gaunt boughs a new deep music awakes, 
As when the earth first stirs in her sleep with promise of summer, 
And the long bitter frost of winter breaks. 
For he, so gay, so young, 
This prison-garb of flesh has flung 
Scornful away, rides vested in deathless pride. 
Rather than wail "He might have lived!" I will triumph "He never died!" 

We must grow old, lose hour by hour the magic of life and the glory, 

Watch our illusions die, grow cold when our fires are spent; 
But he is as the sunshine is, as the fields, as the river; 

Freedom is his, and youth unchallenged, and power magnificent. 
His is the changeless good, 
And mine no longer barren solitude, 
Since, in this music that floats from river and field and tree, 
All the gallant and lovely songs that were his are restored to me. 

O fields, O trees, whose music was once a dirge of desolation, 

O kindly, silent, comforting river, dreaming slow, 
Gather into your wordless song all rapture and nameless glory, 

From far-off fields, from starry boughs, from visions his wanderings know! 
And from the heart of youth, 
Where beauty lives, and truth, 
Comes now a song of life that knows not decay nor age, 
Where they, the living, the free, possess their infinite heritage. 

M. R. Crockett. 



To us it seemed his life was too soon done, 
Ended, indeed, while scarcely yet begun ; 
God, with his clearer vision, saw that he 
Was ready for a larger ministry. 

Just so we thought of Him, whose life below 
Was so full-charged with bitterness and woe, 
Our clouded vision would have crowned Him King: 
He chose the lowly way of suffering. 

Remember, too, how short His life on earth — 
But three-and-thirty years "twixt death and birth. 
And of those years but three whereof we know, 
Yet those three years immortal seed did sow. 

It is not tale of years that tells the whole 
Of man's success or failure, but the soul 
He brings to them, the songs he sings to them, 
The steadfast gaze he fixes on the goal. 


Lance-Corporal John M'Robert. 


223. Xance^Corporal jobn fIDIRobert 

•Ring's ©wn Scottish S3ot5erers. 

1918 — August 19. 

DIED of wounds received in action, in France, on the 19th August, 
Lance-Corporal JOHN M'ROBERT, son of Mr and Mrs Robert M'Robert, 
Firpark, Castlemilk, Lockerbie, and formerly of Peebles. 

Lance-Corporal M'Robert was admitted on the evening of the 18th 
August to the Second Australian Clearing Station, with a severe 
wound, and passed away early on the morning of the 19th. He was 
laid to rest the same day. He was one of the many heroes who 
helped to win the war. He was buried in Longuenesse Souvenir 
Cemetery, St Omer. Before enlisting he was groom at Cornhill 
House, Biggar, being a good horseman. Seven men left Coulter, all fit, 
but after serving in the Remount Depot, Ayr, for two years he was 
refused permission to go, being considered unfit. The other six were 
passed for active service. In March 1917 Lance-Corporal M'Robert' 
was passed, and in August 1918 he was killed in action — the only one 
of the seven unfit, and the only one to fall. He was too quiet and 
too honourable to refuse anything. He went out as a Royal Scots 
Fusilier, and was transferred to the King's Own Scottish Borderers. 
He wanted to be a soldier or nothing. Whatever he did he would do 
right; he always said — "Cheer up; I will come back." 

An officer wrote Mrs M'Robert — "I take the opportunity to convey 
to you my deepest sympathy on the death of your gallant son. He 
was in every respect a fine soldier, brave and trustworthy; and his 
death is a great loss to my platoon and to the Battery. I know that 
he was wounded at Outtersteene, but after that I can find out 

Rat-tat-tat-tattle through the street 

I hear the drummers making riot, 
And I sit thinkin' o' the feet 

That followed them and now are quiet. 
White feet as snowdrops innocent, 

That never knew the paths o' Satan, 
Whose coming steps, there's ears that won't, 

No, not lifelong, leave off awaiting. 



Second-Lieutenant JAMES VEITCH. 
/ffiilitarv ilvoss. 


224. SeconMlieutenant James IDeitcb, 

/iRiUtan? Cross. 

Cameron Iblgblanbers. 

1918 — August 19. 

OFFICIAL intimation reached Mr and Mrs Thomas Veitch, 80 High 
Street, Peebles, that their eldest son, Second-Lieutenant JAMES 
VEITCH, Military Cross, 5th Cameron Highlanders, had been wounded 
in the right shoulder by shrapnel, in France, on the 19th August 1918, 
and that he had died of his wounds a few hours later, in a casualty 
clearing station. 

Lieutenant Veitch, who was 23 years of age, was educated at 
Peebles Kingsland School and Peebles Burgh and County High School. 
He passed for second division clerk in the Civil Service at the 
September 1914 examination, and got an appointment to War Office, 
London, in December 1914. He enlisted at Piccadilly on 8th December 
1915, but was not released from his work till June 1916, when he joined 
the Cameron Highlanders, at Invergordon, where he went through his 
recruit drill. Having received the sanction of his Commanding 
Officer, he applied for permission to join the Officers' Cadet School 
and train for an officer. He received permission to do so, and was 
sent to the school at Fermoy, Ireland, through which he passed 
successfully, and was gazetted Second-Lieutenant, 3rd Cameron 
Highlanders, on the 1st March 1917. 

Lieutenant Veitch went to France in May 1917, and was posted to 
the 5th Camerons, 9th Division, Third Army. On the 25th September 
1917 he was awarded the Military Cross, and in the German offensive 
at Cambrai in March 1918 was wounded by gunshot in the thigh. 
After convalescence he rejoined at headquarters at Ballyvonare, Ireland, 
and was subsequently sent to France on the 9th August 1918, and 
was mortally wounded on the 19th August. 

The Military Cross was awarded to Lieutenant Veitch "For 
conspicuous gallantry and devotion to duty. He reinforced the front 
line with his platoon at a critical moment, and showed magnificent 
courage and total disregard of danger, passing freely along his line 
during a heavy bombardment, directing his men when a counter 
attack was expected. His splendid example was of the greatest 

A younger brother, John, was a private in the l/8th Royal Scots, 
and was one of the Peebles Territorials who went out to France in 
November 1914. 



Among letters received by Mr and Mrs Veitch were the following: — 

From the Lieutenant-Colonel — "It is with very deep regret that I have 
to inform you that your son died from wounds received yesterday. He 
was hit in the chest by a portion of shell while going round the 
trenches, and died a few hours afterwards. I believe he suffered little 
pain. On behalf of all ranks of this Battalion I write to offer you and 
your family our very deepest sympathy in the great loss you have 
suffered. Your son was one of the finest types of young officers — a 
gallant and capable officer, and popular with all. We were all so 
glad when he rejoined us the other day. He is being buried to-day, 
well behind the lines, with such military honours as we can provide." 

From Brother Officers — "Lieutenant Veitch was known to the officers 
of D Company for under a week, but in that short time we all had the 
greatest regard for him, and recognised that he had much latent 
ability. Officers and men deplore his loss, and feel that he made a 
place for himself which will be difficult to fill. His body has been 
removed down the line, and will be interred in a military graveyard 
well behind the shelled area." "I cannot speak too highly of him. 
His work was always willingly and cheerfully done, and he was loved 
and honoured by all who knew him." "I cannot say how much I 
sympathise with you all just now. He was much loved by all, and I 
know the men of his platoon would gladly have died for him, for he 
was always ready to do that for any of them." " I have felt Jimmy's 
death more than anyone else yet in this war. He was such a fine chap. 
It is certainly a cruel war this, that such a fine chap as Jimmy should 
be taken." " As a brother officer of James for many months, I can 
say that he was a gallant officer and very popular alike amongst 
officers and men. I know his loss is keenly felt by all the old hands 
who remain or who have come back to the Battalion." 

From the Chaplain — " It was my sad duty to-day to officiate at the 
burial of your son, Second-Lieutenant James Veitch, of this Battalion. 
He died yesterday from wounds. He had just returned to this 
Battalion. It wasn't my honour to have known him before, as I have 
only recently come to this Battalion, but what I saw and heard of him 
placed him high amongst those who promised great things. It was a 
great blow to all of us when we heard of his death. We buried him 
with lull regimental honours behind our lines, where he lies in a 
beautiful British Cemetery, surrounded by others who have made a 
similar sacrifice. We prayed for you that God would comfort you in 
your great distress and sorrow, and that Christ would speak to you all 
of the resurrection and the lib-. We gave thanks that your son 
had heard and answered the cry of his country's need, and that at 
the last he had been allowed the high honour of laving down his life 
In her service. The price of the world's freedom has ever been paid 
for in pain, and in his death your boy has joined with all those who 


have paid their utmost that the world might go free. Such sacrifice 
must count for much in the eyes of Him who loves and cares for all 
His children. Lieutenant Veitch was buried at La Kreule, 

The Chaplain wrote in a further letter — "I have been with this unit 
only about three months, so that when he returned here recently I met 
Lieutenant Veitch for the first time. I had heard of him before he 
came. From Commanding Officer downwards, all held him a splendid 
soldier, and as a man he was liked by all ranks. It may interest 
you to know that a week past on Sunday (August 18) we celebrated 
Holy Communion after our parade service. Our Division was attacking 
at II o'clock, but our Battalion was in reserve. At 1 1 we began our 
service, and had communion at II. 30 A.M. Both services were 
attended by Lieutenant Veitch and another Peebles man, Company 
Sergeant-Major M'Farlane (who came also to Mr Veitch's funeral). 
On Sunday night the Battalion went into the line, and on Monday 
Lieutenant Veitch met his death. He went into God's nearer presence 
almost straight from the table of remembrance." 

From the Lieutenant and Quartermaster — " His loss is keenly felt 
here, for he was a true soldier — and a gentleman — and a great 
favourite with all, men and officers. I expect he told you some of the 
story of his Military Cross, but probably left out the story of his great 
reception by the men on his first appearance after the action in which 
he won the distinction." 

Can it be true that thou art dead 
In the hour of thy youth, in the day of thy strength? 
Must I believe thy soul has fled 
Through Heaven's length ? 

Yet when they asked thee, "Lo, what dost thou bring?" 
Thou gav'st thyself, 

Thou gav'st thy body, gav'st thy soul; 

Thou gav'st thyself, one consecrated whole, 
To sacrificial torture for thy King. 

O lovely youth, slaughtered at manhood's dawn, 
In virgin purity thou liest dead, 
And slaughtered were thy sons unborn, 
With thee unwed. 

Sleep on, pure youth, sleep at Earth's soothing breast, 
No king's sarcophagus was e'er so fine 
As that poor shallow soldier's grave of thine, 
Where all ungarlanded thou tak'st thy rest. 

Vengeance thou ask'st not, but to avenge 
Many shall come — ah ! many shall be slain 
That thy rich sacrifice be not in vain. 
Then from the blood spilt shall the Arts arise 
Gaining fresh glories by thy sacrifice ; 
And this shall be requital and revenge. 





225. private Ernest "Milliam Glrtcm. 

IRogal meet inane. 

1918 — August 23. 

INFORMATION was received in Peebles that Private ERNEST WILLIAM 
THIEM, . 3rd Royal West Kents, was killed in action in France on 23rd 
August 1918. Deceased, who was the third son of the late Albert M. 
Thiem, of the Windsor Hotel, Glasgow, and the Hydropathic, Peebles, 
was 39 years of age and unmarried. Previous to enlisting in May 
1918, Private Thiem was manager of the Windsor Hotel, Glasgow, 
which was afterwards taken over by the Government for the Ministry 
of Munitions. He went out to France in the beginning of August 
1918. He succeeded an elder brother, Charles, who left Peebles for 
Edzell, in the management of Peebles Hotel-Hydro, a position he held 
for two years before leaving to take charge of the Windsor Hotel, 
Glasgow. On leaving Peebles, he in turn was succeeded in the 
managership of the Peebles Hotel-Hydro by a younger brother, Walter. 
Two brothers served with the colours — Charles, on home service, and 
Bertie, with the Australians. 

What of the men who died 
Stout-hearted and steadfast-eyed, 
For the good they might not share, 
And the goal to them denied; 
For the lamp they strove to bear 
Should light another's way, 
And the boon that they might not share 
Is the boon we hold to-day. 

What of the God-like men 

Who lie in the dust to-day, 
For the dreams that we hold so light 
And the hope that we fling away? 

Ah ! shall we not vex their sleep, 

We men of the lesser mould, 
Who sully the name they bled to keep, 
And the honour they died to hold ? 


The Americans at St Mihiel. 

FOR four years the salient at St Mihiel had been an eyesore on the 
Western Front. On the I2th September the Americans wiped it off 
the map for ever. It was the first "show" that the Americans had 
on their own. The French stormed the bridgehead and entered the 
town of St Mihiel. In the first week of September also, the 
Hindenburg Line was pierced north of Cambrai. The battle lasted 
three days. Dismounted Yeomanry and Londoners captured Ronssoy 
and Epehy. 

The Seven Heroes of Mceuvres. 

WEST of Cambrai we had taken Mceuvres. The battle raged round 
the place for two days and two nights; and when we eventually 
stormed and carried the village it was hardly to be expected that any 
one of the little detachments which had been cut off and surrounded 
would still be holding out. But so it was. Corporal David Hunter 
and six privates of the Highland Light Infantry — one of whom was 
Private William Jones, a Peebles lad, whose parents reside at 44 Old 
Town — had held their assailants at bay for 48 hours, and were still 
holding out when relieved. The piles of corpses heaped around the 
position they occupied testified to the efforts of the enemy to get at 
them. When first cut off they decided to wait and see. Later, 
suffering from lack of food, and ammunition running short, they 
resolved to fight their way out rather than surrender. 

Sir Douglas Haig issued the following official bulletin relating to 
the occurrence: — "On the occasion of the hostile attack at Mceuvres 
on the 17th, a Corporal and six men of the 1/5 Battalion Highland 
Light Infantry, 52nd Division, forming the garrison of one of our posts 
just north of the village, were surrounded and believed to have been 
captured. During the two days in which the Germans were in 
occupation of Mceuvres this party, in fact, maintained their position 
with great gallantry, and inflicted many casualties on the enemy. On 
the night of the I9th-20th September, when Mceuvres was retaken by 
our troops, the whole party regained their unit without loss." 

The story of Private Jones' bravery is pervaded with all the 
modesty that becomes a hero, and the news that he was amongst the 


gallants of Moeuvres came as a great surprise to everyone, not least 
among them his parents. In communications which he had addressed 
home after the Moeuvres incident he made no mention whatever of 
having been one of the plucky seven, merely stating that he had been 
admitted to hospital, and that he was expecting his leave soon. The 
only hint he made that something out of the usual daily round had 
occurred was when he asked, in a letter to his mother, if she had 
"heard from any of the 'big places' about him?" Feeling anxious 
as to her boy's welfare, Mrs Jones addressed enquiries to the Chaplain 
of his Battalion, and in reply received the following: — 

"Your letter of the 9th has just reached me, and I am glad to be 
able to give you good news of your son, Private W. Jones, 55770, l/5th 
Highland Light Infantry. Have you seen in to-day's newspapers the 
account of the Corporal and the six men of our Battalion holding the 
isolated post near Moeuvres? Your son was one of these brave 
fellows, and you can be no end proud of him. He has gone down to 
hospital, but is not wounded, only a bit done up after his anxious 
experience; nothing to be anxious about. I suppose you will soon 
hear from him. Pray accept my congratulations on his gallant 
conduct. We are all proud of him and the others." 

Mr and Mrs Jones received many warm congratulations on the 
bravery of their son, who, by those who were acquainted with him, 
was known as a quiet and unassuming lad. 

A True Patriot. 

The military career of Private William Jones, Highland Light 
Infantry, is wanting in none of the elements of true patriotism. He 
enlisted into the King's Own Scottish Borderers in September 1915, at 
which time he was under military age, and on which account he was 
demobilised. He enlisted again into the Scottish Rifles in December 
of the same year, and was drafted to France in March 1916. He was 
sent back to this country on account of his still being under the 
specified age, and was, later, drafted with the Highland Light Infantry 
to Egypt, where he underwent much severe campaigning. Later, in 
Palestine, he was for some time stationed at Jaffa. From the East he 
returned to France, and took part in much of the heavy fighting 
there. Previous to enlisting, Private Jones was employed as an 
apprentice baker with Messrs Wilson & Sime, Eastgate, Peebles. 

The Story of Mosuvres. 

The Press Association special correspondent described the incident 
as follows : — 

I have just heard of a piece of valour and endurance which 
deserves to be recorded in letters of virgin gold. When the heavy 
German attack of Tuesday afternoon forced back the scattered 


garrison of Moeuvres to a line well west of the village, one of our 
posts established near the cemetery was reported to be holding out by 
troops which were obliged to retire from the vicinity of it. As this 
post was only held by a Corporal and six men of the Highland Light 
Infantry, it was naturally concluded it would speedily be wiped out by 
the enemy. 

But when our counter-attack at seven o'clock on Thursday evening 
drove the Germans back to and even beyond the line whence they 
had delivered their assault, the gallant Scots were still found to be 
holding out. They were rather weak, and their eyes were red-ringed, 
but they were able to echo the tumultuous cheering of their comrades 
with triumphant lustiness. 

A regular cordon of corpses around the post told how fiercely 
they had been assaulted. They had practically no effective shelter 
against the slashing rainstorms, and were sodden through. Ceaseless 
vigilance was necessary to prevent the enemy getting within bombing 
distance. Although they knew that they were right in the midst of 
the foe, they never doubted that their comrades would be coming back, 
and their concern was whether their ammunition would hold out 
meanwhile. Their rations were all gone, and they were ravenous. 

In any event they were not going to surrender, but when it 
became impossible to hold the little fort any longer, they meant to 
make a sortie and try to get through to the British outpost line. 

Here was the spirit of Rorke's Drift over again. But whereas 
Chard and Bromhead, with their 80 heroes of the old 24th Foot, were 
only called upon to hold up the army of 4000 strong throughout the 
night of 24th January 1879, these seven indomitable Scots stuck to 
their posts for 48 hours and longer. 

The Leader of the Party. 

The men, in this episode of bravery, were in charge of Corporal 
David Hunter, who resides near Dunfermline. A representative of the 
Petit Parisicn, who interviewed this gallant soldier, said:— 

The Corporal related in simple words how he and his comrades 
held out in their den without provisions and with no water but what 
they had in their flasks. "I knew," he said, "that the British had 
been obliged to retire, but 1 had not received any orders, so we 
decided to wait and see. The men with me were splendid fellows. 
The Germans attacked us three times by the light of the moon, but 
they were repulsed by our rifle (ire without necessitating the use of 
our machine gun. They hoped to reduce us by starvation, but, 
fortunately, the British artillery forced them to fall back." 

The only reference which the Corporal made to Ids personal 
sufferings was to regret his delayed leave. His only dream of reward, 



Private William Jones. 
JDistfnguCsbeS Contotct fliiebal. 


(This soldier survived.) 



says the journal, was to see his wife and two sons in his little home 
in Fife. 

The names of the seven heroes of Moeuvres were as follows: — 
Corporal David Hunter, Dunfermline; Private William Jones, Peebles; 
Private John Phillips, Glasgow; Private John Fleming, Glasgow; 
Private C. M'Farlane, Glasgow; Private W. Gray, Saltcoats; Private 
Terence Milhill, Edinburgh. 

There are men in a muddy trench to-night 

Holding the line where our freedom ends; 

Men like you and me, who fight 
For all we hold dear in the world to-night — 

What have we done, my friends? 

There are men in No Man's Land to-night, 

In travail under a starless sky; 

Men who wonder if it be right 
If we should lie snug in our beds to-night, 

While they suffer alone and die. 

Ah ! What will you give for your home to-night, 
For your wife and child whom the fight defends? 

There are men who yearn for so fair a sight, 
Who will give their lives for our homes to-night — 

What have we given, my friends ? 



By the grace of God and the courage 

Of the peoples far and wide, 
By the toil and sweat of those who lived, 

And the blood of those who died, 
We have won the fight, we have saved the right, 

For the Lord was on our side. 

We have come through the valley of shadows, 

We have won to the light again, 
We have smitten to earth the evil thing, 

And our sons have proved them men. 
But not alone by our might have we won, 

For the Lord fought in our van. 

When the night was at its darkest, 
And never a light could we see — 

When earth seemed like to be enslaved 
In a monstrous tyranny — 
Then the flaming sword of our Over-Lord 
Struck home for liberty. 

All the words in the world cannot tell you 

What brims in our hearts for you; 
For the lives you gave our lives to save 
We offer our hearts to you; 
We can never repay, we can only pray — 
God fulfil our hearts for you! 





226. private Hrtbur Duncan. 

Canadian Scottish. 

1 918 — September 2. 

INTIMATION was received by Mr and Mrs David Duncan, 25 March 
Street, Peebles, to the effect that their second son, Private ARTHUR 
NORMAN DUNCAN, Canadian Scottish, had been killed on 2nd 
September, while in action with his unit in France. Private Duncan, 
who enlisted at the outbreak of war, was among the first of the 
Colonials to arrive in this country for training, after receiving which 
he proceeded to France, were he was for three years, during which 
time he had been invalided home on two occasions. Before joining 
up he was employed in the Bank of Hamilton at Moosejaw. He 
emigrated from Peebles to Canada some years before the war, being 
then employed with Lowe, Donald & Co. His cousin, David Duncan, 
Peebles, fell earlier. 

" The Commanding Officer wishes me to convey to you his sincere 
sympathy, on the loss of your son, Lance-Corporal Arthur N. Duncan, 
who was killed in action by enemy shell fire on 2nd September 1918, 
death being instantaneous. He was a good soldier and showed 
splendid devotion to duty while serving with the Battalion. His loss 
is keenly felt by all ranks of his Company, and especially by his 
platoon comrades, with whom he was deservedly most popular. The 
body was interred in the Dominion Cemetery, V.7.B.4.6. Reference 
sheet, 51B, plot I, row B, grave 15, on September 3rd, 1918. A cross 
has been erected to his memory." 

" It was a great shock to me to get your letter telling me that 
Arthur was killed in action on 2nd September. I do assure you that I 
most sincerely sympathise with Mrs Duncan and yourself and family 

in your great loss Arthur was one of my very few friends 

out here. Ever since he left Moosejaw, over three years ago, we have 
corresponded very regularly, and we were always real good friends. 
Having worked beside Arthur in the bank, I can testify as to his 

popularity with his fellow workers, and his clean living 

Any letters that I got from Arthur were always of a most cheerful 
nature, and we looked forward to the time when he and others would 
again visit us in our home. . . . Arthur was a good friend of 
mine, and it was a real pleasure to work in the same office with him. 
He was popular with all, and he went away with the good wishes of 
all his friends and acquaintances." 

" I am sure that we all miss him here, because he was always 


willing to do a good turn to anybody, and for a cheerful lad you 
couldn't wish for one better. I thought it was my duty to write to 
you and explain to you how he died. He was killed instantly by a 
shell, so I can assure you he didn't suffer any. We had quite a few 
killed that morning, and everyone was picked up and carried back 
behind our lines, and got a good burial." 

" Your most welcome letter received. I was very glad to hear 
from you, but it is an awful hard job for me to write to you under 
these conditions. I know how you feel and your poor mother. God 
knows I sympathise with you all. I would like to tell you everything, 
but I can't tell you the name of the place where Arthur is buried. Tell 
Mrs Duncan that Arthur did not say a word after he was hit. He never 
knew what hit him ; he was killed by a big shell. I was very near 
Arthur when he was hit. It was on the 2nd September. We were going 
over the top on the morning we made the big advance. Arthur had 
gone about 1000 yards before he stopped. It was a very hot place 
around there, and hard fighting. There were a number of our boys 
who fell quite near, but you can tell the world it cost the German 
Army a good bit for the poor boy's life." 

When the anxious hearts say " Where ? " 

He doth answer, " In My care.'' 

" Is it life or is it death ? " 

"Wait," He whispers, "Child, have faith!" 

" Did they need love's tenderness ? " 

"Is there love like Mine to bless?" 

" Were they frightened at the last ? '' 

" No, the sting of death is past." 

"Saviour, tell us, Where are they?" 

" In My keeping, night and day." 

"Tell us, tell us, how it stands." 

"None shall pluck them from My hands." 



UNLESS our souls win back to Thee, 

We shall have lost this fight. 
Yes, though we win on field and sea, 
Though mightier still our might may be, 
We still shall lose if we win not Thee. 
Help us to climb, as in Thy sight, 
The Great High Way of Thy Delight. 

It is the world-old strife again — 

The fight 'twixt good and ill. 
Since first the curse broke out in Cain, 
Each age has worn the grim red chain, 
And ill fought good for sake of gain. 
Help us, through all life's conflict, still 
To battle upwards to Thy Will. 

Are we to be like all the rest, 
Or climb we loftier height? 
Can we our wayward steps arrest? 
All life with nobler life invest? 
And so fulfil our Lord's behest? 

Help 11s, through all the world's dark night. 
To struggle upzvards to the Light. 

If not — we too shall pass, as passed 

The older peoples in their time. 
God's pact is sure, His word stands fast — 
Those who His sovereignty outcast 
Outcast themselves shall be at last. 
So — lest we pass in this our prime — 
Lord, set us to the upward climb! 




227. private IRicbarfc flMeroni. 

Ifting's Own Scottish SSoc&erers. 

1918 — September 18. 

INFORMATION reached Mrs Pieroni, Kelso, through the medium of a 
Chaplain's letter, that her only son, Private RICHARD PlERONI, King's 
Own Scottish Borderers, had been killed in action in France, on the 
18th September 1918. Private Pieroni, who was only 20 years of age, 
joined the King's Own Scottish Borderers in 1914, at Selkirk, where 
he was brought up. After serving for a year and a half he was 
discharged for health reasons. He returned to Selkirk, where he 
worked for some time. He afterwards started business in the Cafe 
de Luxe, High Street, Peebles. He was only a short time in Peebles 
when he was again called up. A further period of training ensued, 
and then he was drafted to France on the 14th August 1 9 1 8 . He 
left the base for the firing line on the I2th September, and six days 
later he was reported to have been killed by a machine gun bullet. 
The last letter his mother received from him was written just two days 
before his death. Richard was a bright, well-doing lad, eager to 
make a name for himself, and was well liked wherever he went. 

Yet comfort find I in this thought — 

When God for man's redemption wrought, 

And One must die, He chose the part 

Far sharper to the Father's heart, 

And gave His son. O dearest you, 

Take that high parable for true. 

Ye sad and sorrowful 'mong men 

It shall be now as it was then — 

The earth be saved (O share my faith ! ) 

By the blest boys you gave to death. 




Signaller John J. Black. 
fllMIftavv ADebal. 


228. Signaller 3ohn James Black. 

fliMlitarv flOe&al. 

Scottish IRiflcs. 

1918 — September 22. 

MRS ALEXANDER BLACK, Neidpath, Reid Street, Burnbank, Hamilton, 
was informed that her only son, Signaller JOHN JAMES BLACK, Military 
Medal, Scottish Rifles, had been killed in action in France, on the 
22nd September 1918. Signaller Black was a grandson of the late 
Mrs Bruce, Annandale Cottage, Rosetta Road, Peebles. He received 
the following communication from the Major-General commanding the 
33rd Division: — "Your Commanding Officer and Brigade Commander 
have informed me that you distinguished yourself on the I2th/l6th 
August 1916. I have read that report with much pleasure." 

"It is with heartfelt sympathy and the deep sense of a keen 
personal loss I have to inform you of the death in action of your 
friend, Signaller J. J. Black, Military Medal. After the battle 
we were engaged in on the night of 20/2 1st September he was 
reported missing, but since then the burial party which follows 
and clears the battlefield found his body, and he was accorded a 
proper burial, a Chaplain being present. As you know, we who 
have pushed on do not at once get information with regard to 
our comrades who have fallen, and owing to the rapid movement 
of all troops during the present advances, it is very difficult to 
ascertain facts and communicate them to anxious friends at home. 
In the course of time you will be notified of the exact location of your 
friend's grave, by the Graves Registration Committee. In conclusion, 
I can truly say that Signaller Black was one of the finest soldiers it 
has been my good fortune to have under me. He was always willing 
and able to do anything that was asked of him, and in such a 
cheerful manner that he was indeed a help and stay to all his 
comrades. Will you be good enough to communicate this information 
to his mother, as I feel you, who knew him so well, would be the best 
one to tell her the sad news." 

Who said — " No man hath greater love than this, 

To die to serve his friend?" 
So these have loved us all unto the end. 
Chide thou no more, O thou unsacrificed ! 
The soldier dying dies upon a kiss, 

The very kiss of Christ. 


The Battle of Cambrai — St Quentin. 

On the 27th September Sir Douglas Haig began this battle, which 
resulted in the capture of both these cities, which had defied us for so 
long. The deadly obstacle was the Canal du Nord, deep and broad, 
with sloping sides, every inch of which was ranged by the heavy guns 
of the enemy. Bourlon Wood was cleared; Marcoing was captured; 
and the outskirts of Cambrai entered that night. A breach of eight 
miles was made in the Hindenburg Line, north of St Quentin. 

King Albert's Victory. 

THE third offensive in Flanders began on the 28th September. It 
was undertaken by the Belgians, French, and Second British Army, 
with King Albert in command. Dixmude was captured. Houthoulst 
forest was cleared. General Plumer in two days took Poelcapelle, 
and Passchendaele, and was within a mile of Roulers and Menin. 
Further south the Messines ridge had been seized once more. The 
last week of September was the most wonderful week of the war. 
The greatest battle in history was approaching a climax; the whole 
250 miles of front, from the Meuse to the sea, was ablaze. 



The conflict has been stern and long, 

Our hearts are sad and sore; 
But righteous cause did make us strong, 

And more than conqueror. 
In darkest days, Thy hand was there, 

To meet our every need. 
Small claim had we, but Thy fond care 

Gave far beyond our meed. 

Our dead lie scattered far and wide, 

On mount and plain and sea. 
But since for Thee they fought and died, 

They surely rest with Thee. 
O Love Divine, O Living Lord, 

Heal every broken heart ! 
Who gives to God hath great reward, 

And they the better part. 

Now Thou has swept the clouds away, 

Thy Sun once more doth shine. 
The world's sick soul lifts to the day, 

Close bind it unto Thine. 
Our souls we raise in grateful praise, 

For mercies all so free, 
Make strong our hearts for Thy new days, 

And build us up in Thee. 


Private James Forbes. 


229. private 3ames Jforbcs. 

IRopal Scots. 

1918 — September 27. 

MRS DAVID FORBES, 38 Biggiesknowe, Peebles, received official 
intimation that her eldest son, Private JAMES FORBES, Royal Scots, 
was killed in action at Fle'squieres, near Cambrai, on 27th September 
1 918. Previous to being mobilised as a member of Peebles 
Territorials on the outbreak of war he was working as a miner at 
Newtongrange. Going out to France in October 1917, he was 
wounded in the head by shrapnel three weeks later. Recovering 
from this wound he was sent back to France, but in the course of 
May 1918 he was home on a month's furlough as a time expired 
Territorial. Deceased's father, Private David Forbes, was on active 
service in France with the Army Veterinary Corps for close upon two 
years. A brother, John, was in the Royal Air Force. Deceased was 
22 years of age. 

And is this all? Was all in vain 
The life that you so early gave ? 
And only swept by wind and rain, 
Another British soldier's grave? 

We thought that radiant soul was meant 
For greater things: we should be sure 
No life is short, thus nobly spent, 
No hero's death is premature. 


Private ROBERT M'lvAY. 


230. private IRobert fllMka\>. 


1918 — September 27. 

NEWS reached Peebles that Private ROBERT M'KAY, Canadians, eldest 
son of the late Neil M'Kay, Cross Street, had been killed in action, in 
France, on 27th September 1918. The deceased, who was 38 years of 
age, visited Peebles during the spring of 1918, while on furlough. 
Private M'Kay, who was a choir boy in Peebles Parish Church under 
the late James J. Finlay, and left Peebles for Canada when quite a lad, 
enlisted some time after the outbreak of war. A younger brother, 
William, who was also in the Canadians, was rather seriously injured 
in the early days of the war by the falling in of a dug-out, as the 
result of shell explosion, but he ultimately recovered and went back 
to Canada. 

The bugles of Britain 

Were blowing o'er the sea, 
As they bad called a thousand years, 

Calling now to me. 
They woke me from my dreaming, 
At the dawning of the day, 

The bugles of Britain; 

And how could I stay? 

The banners of Britain 

Unfurled across the sea, 
Floating out upon the winds, 

Were beckoning to me. 
Storm rent and battle torn, 

Smoke stained and gray, 

The banners of Britain; 

And how could I stay? 

Ohl Britain, I heard the cry 
Of those who died for thee, 
Sounding like an organ voice 

Across the wintry sea. 
They lived and died for Britain, 
And gladly went their way, 
Britain, oh, Britain ! 
How could I stay? 



Private James H. Hamilton. 


231. ipuuvatc 3ame6 Ifoalfcane Ibamiltcm. 

"Hiciv>ii an& Sutberlanfc 1&fgblan&ers. 

1918 — September 29. 

To Mr and Mrs Alexander Hamilton, Clifton Bank, Kirkland Street, 
Peebles, came the sad intelligence, through official sources, that their 
second son, Private JAMES HALDANE HAMILTON, Argyll and Sutherland 
Highlanders, had been killed in action, in France, on 29th September 
1918. In a letter, received from a chum of the deceased soldier, who 
was 20 years of age, the parents were informed that Private Hamilton 
was killed instantaneously by a sniper. Previous to enlisting, on 
attaining military age, in March 1917, he was employed as a joiner 
with James Elliot, Burnbrae, Peebles, and proceeded to France in 
January 1918. An elder brother, William, was a sapper in the Royal 
Engineers, and was on service in Salonica and Palestine. 

"It grieves me very much to inform you that very little is known 
as to how Private Hamilton met his death, but I will give you a 
review of events which will clear matters a little. From the 19th 
September the Battalion had a very severe time, and it was not until 
the 4th October, when they got back a bit, that things were squared 
up. It is painful to tell you that only one man of the original 
lot of 2nd Platoon came out, and he did not know anything about 
Private Hamilton. I knew Private Hamilton very well, and liked 
him immensely for his stout-heartedness and devotion to duty. He 
had often acted as my orderly, and had he survived he would 
certainly have received some recompense for his services. On the 
29th September, after nine days' fighting, the enemy evacuated his 
position, and we were able to advance over the ground where so 
many fine lads were killed. I have spoken to the burial officer, and 
he informed me that Private Hamilton was buried in a nice new 

Who could have dreamed that they would lie 

By far Gallipoli or French neighbour streams, 

Fall'n in the crowning hour when youth redeems 

The pledge of boyhood ? " None untimely die 

Who die for Britain," they have made reply; 

" We have lived to see the battles of our dreams.'' 

Death cannot rob them of the soldier's prize, 

Self-sacrifice. Death is too weak to take 

The joy of having given from the eyes, 

The light of consecration from the brow. 

They have laid down their lives for Britain's sake, 

They are the living soul of Britain now. 



Sergeant Eric RUSSELL. 


232 Sergeant Eric IRusaell. 

1He\v Zealand Contingent. 

1918 — September 30. 

AMONG the Peebles lads who heard and answered the appeal of the 
Motherland to her sons and daughters in far-off lands was ERIC 
RUSSELL, second son of Mr and Mrs James Scott Russell, Ivybridge, 
South Devon, and formerly of Penicuik and Peebles, and Auckland, 
New Zealand. 

Eric was born in Peebles on the 7th March 1896. When he was 
six years old he went with his parents to Auckland, New Zealand. 
After some eight years at school, he entered the Auckland Technical 
College, and passed three years with distinction. He was then 
appointed an engineer cadet under the New Zealand Government at 
Auckland and Frankton. While at Frankton the war broke out, 
and many of his fellow employees joined the Colours, while those 
remaining had their duties and responsibilities very much increased. 
In April 1915 the Australian and New Zealand Forces had their 
terrible baptism of blood at the Dardanelles, and this affected Eric so 
powerfully that he wrote asking the permission of his parents to join 
the Army at once. In New Zealand the age limit was 20 years, but 
with parents' consent, younger boys were accepted. In June 1915 he 
successfully passed all tests, and went into training at Wellington, 
and early in October of the same year he embarked with the 7th 
Contingent of the New Zealand Expeditionary Force to Egypt, where 
he underwent another course of training. 

For some time his Company was encamped at Ismailia, on the Suez 
Canal, and participated in several skirmishes against the enemy, but 
things there were too dull for him, and he longed eagerly to be sent 
to the front. 

In April 1916 his Battalion left Egypt and proceeded to Flanders, 
and was for a considerable time stationed near Armentieres. In June 
he wrote— "I have rather an exciting incident to tell you that befel us 
while in the reserve trenches. The three of us (our dug-out three) 
wandered back a bit along a near-by road to a group of half ruined 
houses, looking for firewood for our supper fire. The Huns either 
saw us moving about, or were 'feeling' for a battery close by: anyway 
they started sending shells over. We didn't mind the first while we 
were in one of the houses pulling down ceiling laths, but when the 
second 'lobbed' in the next house, we not only began to think but to 
act. We were running down the road to the trenches when a shell 


burst on the other side of the house in front of us (which I see is now 
half demolished), the dirt flying high into the air and sprinkling over 
us. By jove! didn't we cut? But we stuck to our wood, and, dropping 
it at the bivvy door, dived in head first. Even now I don't know how 
the three of us didn't jamb in the doorway!" In the same letter he 
said — "The first of the Trentham tent eight to go under was killed two 
days ago by a shell nose cap. I wonder who will be the next of the 
eight to stop something?" 

A fortnight later he wrote — " Last night I was out with a party 
bringing up the rations to the trenches from the transports. The 
line being on the ground level it is risky work. In fact, when we 
were gathered together at the dump waiting for the ration truck, a 
machine gun began to play on us. Didn't we lie flat on our 

'tummies,' feet to the gun, and grovel in the dirt. It's marvellous the 
escape we had, the bullets pattering all round us. Not satisfied with 
that, when our party was moving along the sap, and nearing our 
cook house, Fritz opened out with his artillery, and gave us ' particular 
hell' for half an hour, finishing up with gas, but fortunately our 
aviators had seen him getting the gas and ammunition in, and our 
artillery got busy and quietened the Huns." On the 2nd July he 
finishes his letter by saying — " I'm on sentry over an old sap leading 
to 'No Man's Land' in half an hour, so will close." That same night 
a piece of shrapnel pierced his helmet, giving him a severe wound in 
the head, which sent him to Britain — and safety — for the next five 

Rejoining his Lewis gun team in December IQI6, about the same 
place, he had the experiences and ups and downs of the fighting man. 

In July 1917 he was in the Messines stunt, when the New 
Zealanders had many casualties, but his team came through scatheless: 
rather uncanny luck he called it. 

German gas and tear shells were very much in evidence at this 
time. Thunderstorms were frequent, and the deluges of rain made a 
veritable quagmire of the newly acquired ground. He wrote — " It was 
rather miserable, while consolidating the new front line, to stand in b 
to 18 inches of water for two days (there being no dug-outs or thick 
walks), and the situation was not improved by our having to live on 
dry rations and water, the cooks having been flooded out." 

On tlie 15th July he wrote— "My wristlet watch was unfortunately 
destroyed by a hit of shrapnel (the latter evidently having the former's 
number). In the Messines stunt it must have been carried away, as I 
noticed traces of blood on my wrist afterwards. I felt nothing at the 
time, in the excitement of the moment." 

In October he came home on ten days' leave, and on the 2/th 
wrote "Returning to France was hard! I'm afraid I cursed the very 


cobble stones when I set eyes on them. I may say that while in 
Blighty I missed a very hard and trying spell, which was so far 
fortunate for me." On this occasion he went to Ypres, and gave the 
following account of its condition — "I often pass through the town, 
which is terribly knocked about. Without exaggeration there is not a 
single building in the whole town habitable. The Cloth Hall is 
dreadfully smashed up. The Cathedral I have not found yet, and the 
only way I could tell where the Post Office had been was by the large 
frame of insulators lying on the bricks and debris at the ground 

Early in April the Battalion was hurried down to the Sorame 
district, where they saw some heavy fighting. Sergeant Russell said 
' The Rifle Brigade were the first of the New Zealanders to meet 
Fritz here, starting to drive him back right away, then we relieved 
them and carried on the good work. It's quite novel fighting down 
here, very little artillery, but plenty of machine gun and sniping, and 
a lot of real open warfare. It is difficult to imagine ourselves fighting 
on grass, and with very few shell holes and practically no cluck walks, 
after what we had been accustomed to. It was strange to see timber 
and ammunition dumps with huts standing in 'No Man's Land,' and a 
light railway — well repaired — running from our position to the 
Germans. Cigarettes and matches would have been non-existent here 
had we not found plenty on Fritz, evidently looted by him, as they 
were all British make." 

On 8th July he wrote — " As you seem rather in doubt as to 
whether the New Zealanders were in this last stunt, let me say that 
we took Messines: our 3rd and 4th Brigades took the town, followed up 
by the 1st." 

On the 31st August he said — " We had the good fortune to take 
Bapaume." He received his sergeant's stripes about this time. 

The following particulars of his death, which took place on the 
30th September 1918, came to hand in October 1918: — Sergeant Russell, 
together with his officer, was leading his platoon to a more secure 
position, and in so doing he and his men had to pass an exposed 
part of the Escauts Canal, to the south-west of Mesnieres. Sergeant 
Russell crossed this gap, and then turned to assist his Lewis gunners 
to cross. He was in the act of taking the gun from one of his men, 
when he was hit, and without a groan sank to the ground. After his 
officer had taken the platoon to the position referred to he asked for 
two volunteers to find Sergeant Russell and bring him in, but those 
two boys never returned, one having been killed and another wounded. 
When it was dark the officer and another boy went out and crawled 
to where Sergeant Russell lay. He was buried where he fell. 


The fighting man shall from the sun 

Take warmth, and life from the glowing earth; 

Speed with the light-foot winds to run, 

And with the trees to newer birth; 

And find, when fighting shall be done, 

Great rest and fulness after dearth. 

All the bright company of heaven 
Hold him in their high comradeship, 
The Dog-Star and the Sisters Seven, 
Orion's belt and sworded hip. 
The woodland trees that stand together, 
They stand to him each one as a friend ; 
They gently speak in the windy weather; 
They guide to valley and ridge's end. 

Through joy and blindness he shall know 
Not caring much to know, that still 
Nor lead nor steel shall reach him, so 
That it be not the Destined Will. 
The thundering line of battle stands, 
And in the air Death moans and sings ; 
But day shall clasp him with strong hands, 
And night shall fold him in soft wings. 


October Victories. 

On the morning of the 1st October a furious battle was raging for 
the possession of St Quentin. The French entered the city in the 
afternoon. Le Catelet was taken on the 3rd October. The Germans 
evacuated Armentieres, La Bassee, and Lens, which were occupied by 
the British, who also seized Aubers ridge overlooking Lille. In the 
early hours of the 9th October, the Canadians entered Cambrai. A 
little later the British entered the city from the south, and the two 
forces joined hands in the centre of the town. A great battle was 
fought south of Cambrai ; and on the 10th October our columns 
reached Le Cateau. The Americans in the Argonne were having one 
of the stiffest tasks of the war. On the 13th October the French 
entered Laon without a fight. Le Fere was taken the same day. 
The British Second Army entered the burning ruins of Menin. On 
the 17th October the British allowed the French to be the first to enter 
Lille. Douai was occupied the same day; and on the 18th Roubaix 
and Turcoing were occupied. 



Company Sergeant-Major COLIN SwiNDLEY. 
fl&eritovfous Service flDefeal. 


233. Company Setrgeant^flDajor Colin 5\vinMc\>. 

/meritorious Service /HVoal. 

Ibt'gblanO ' Jnfantrg. 

1918— October 2. 

MRS COLIN SWINDLEY, 8oa Old Town, Peebles, was notified that her 
husband, Company Sergeant-Major COLIN SWINDLEY, Highland Light 
Infantry, was killed in action by a sniper in France while leading his 
men on 2nd October 1918. Previous to enlisting in the l/8th Royal 
Scots on the declaration of war, Company-Sergeant-Major Swindley 
was employed as a chauffeur. He was attached to the 2/8th Royal 
Scots, and proceeded to France with a draft in August 1916. He was 
transferred from the Royal Scots to the Highland Light Infantry. In 
June 1918 he was awarded the Meritorious Service Medal in recognition 
of valuable services with the forces in France. Company Sergeant- 
Major Swindley, who was 33 years of age, was survived by his wife 
and young family — two sons and two daughters, whose ages were 7 
and 2 and 10 and 4 respectively when their father was killed. 

" He was a most gallant soldier, and died leading his men in the 
famous attack. His company placed implicit trust in him, as they 
all knew him, and would have followed him anywhere. We all feel 
his loss most keenly, as he was trusted by all." 


If you were to ask me what belief I had concerning the everlasting salvation 
of a brave man who, to defend the honour of his country, and to avenge a just 
cause, deliberately lays down his life, I should not hesitate to say that Christ 
most certainly rewards the courage of a soldier who receives Death as a 
Christian should, wins most certainly the salvation of his soul. "Greater love," 
said our Lord, " hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his 
friends." The soldier who gave his life for his fellow-men, for the homes and 
the altars of his country, attains to the greatness of that love. He may not, it 
is true, have made any scrupulous analysis of the ethical value of his sacrifice ; 
but we surely need not believe that God would expect from a man, caught in 
the toils of warfare, the careful accuracy of a moralist or a theologian. Even 
we worship the heroism of a soldier ; how could God fail to welcome him with 
love? You Christian mothers, be proud of your sons. Of all the sorrows of 
the world, yours is perhaps the most worthy of veneration. I seem to see you, 
bowed with mourning yet erect, close to Our Lady of Sorrows, at the foot of 
the Cross; and while we weep for you we are still proud for you. Not all our 
heroes are mentioned in dispatches, but we are bound to hope that all may wear 
the immortal crown of the elect of God. For so great is the power of one 
deed of perfect love, that it can by itself atone for a whole life -time of sin, and 
can change, in a moment, a sinful man into a saint. 



Second-Lieutenant TOM CALDWELL. 
/iDUitavv tfikbal. 



Seconb^Xieutenant Zom Calfcwell. 

MMlitan; ffliebal. 

Ifting's Own gcottfeb ^ovfccveve. 

1918 — October 3. 

MRS THOMAS CALDWELL, 44 Rosetta Road, Peebles, received an 
official telegram stating that her youngest son, Second-Lieutenant 
THOMAS CALDWELL, Military Medal, King's Own Scottish Borderers, 
was reported wounded and missing in France since 4th October 191 8. 
Later, Mrs Caldwell received a letter from France from a companion 
officer of Lieutenant Caldwell, informing her that her son's body had 
been found and buried. Lieutenant Caldwell was in his 26th year. 
Previous to enlisting, in January 1915, in the Scots Guards, Lieutenant 
Caldwell was employed as a draper in Clydebank Co-Operative Society, 
for which trade he served his apprenticeship with Peebles Co-Operative 
Society. In October 191 7 he proceeded to France with the Scots 
Guards, and took part in much of the heavy fighting. Some time 
after winning the Military Medal for bravery on the field, he came 
home to train for a commission. On receiving his commission he 
was attached to the King's Own Scottish Borderers, and proceeded to 
France, where he was for just a fortnight when he made the supreme 
sacrifice. His elder brother, Lance-Corporal John Caldwell, Canterbury 
Battalion, New Zealand Forces, fell on the 13th June 1917, in France. 
Other two brothers served with the Colours in France — Andrew, a 
Company Sergeant-Major in the Royal Scots, and William, in the 
Machine Gun Corps. 

On lonely watches, night by night, 
Great visions burst upon my sight, 
For down the stretches of the sky 
The hosts of Dead go marching by. 

Strange ghostly banners o'er them float, 
Strange bugles sound an awful note, 
And all their faces and their eyes 
Are lit with starlight from the skies. 

The anguish and the pain have passed 
And peace hath come to them at last ; 
But in the stern looks linger still 
The iron purpose and the will. 

Dear Christ, who reign'st above the flood 
Of human tears and human blood, 
A weary road these men have trod : 
O house them in the Home of God. 


Lance-Corporal Walter .]. Stewart. 


235. Xancodorporal Matter James Stewart 

IRoval Scots. 

1918— -October 5. 

AT the 5th Casualty Clearing Station, France, there died on the 5th 
October 1918, from wounds received in action on the 3rd October, 
Lance-Corporal WALTER JAMES STEWART, third son of Mr and Mrs 
Stewart, 21 Colville Place, Edinburgh, and grandson of the late William 
Potts, 75 Northgate, Peebles. Lance-Corporal Stewart acted as a 
Battalion runner with 5/6th Royal Scots, but neither in his letters, nor 
when he was on his one leave home, did he ever say very much about 
his experiences. He was two and a half years on active service. 

Not once nor twice in our fair island story, 

The path of duty was the path to glory: 

He, that ever following her commands, 

On with toil of heart, and knees, and hands 

Thro' the long gorge to the fair light has won 

His path upward, and prevailed, 

Shall find the toppling crags of duty scaled 

Are close upon the shining tablelands 

To which our God Himself is moon and sun. 


Signaller James Amos. 


236. Signaller James Hmo6. 

I5tb Canadians. 

1918 — October 6. 

FOUR lads of the name of Amos, all brothers, had left their home in 
Leamington, Hampshire, and emigrated to Toronto, Canada, as a 
larger field for their activities. After three years, two of these 
patriotic Scots returned to Great Britain to lay their services and, if 
necessary, their lives at the feet of the Mother Country, when a third 
brother joined them. Thomas was a private in the Royal Scots; 
William, a private in the Motor Transport of the Army Service Corps; 
and James, was a signaller in the 15th Canadians. 

In January 1918, Signaller JAMES AMOS went out to France on 
active service; in February he was gassed, but not to a serious extent; 
and on the 6th of October of the same year he was seriously wounded 
in the head, both limbs, and right arm, from which he succumbed 
within a few hours, in the hospital of the 1st Canadian Clearing- 
Station. His body was buried at Duisans British Cemetery, Etrun, 
north-west of Arras. He was aged 24, and was a son of William 
and Isabella Amos, 4 George Place, Peebles. 

"It is my sad duty to inform you that your son, Signaller James 
Amos, 15th Canadians, was brought to the hospital severely wounded 
in many places, and unconscious, and died shortly after admission on 
6th October. I have just come back from the cemetery near here, 
where we have committed his body into God's keeping until the great 
resurrection morn. May he rest in peace ! I know full well how 
heart-broken you will be, and how hard it is to bear the loss of one 
whom one has brought into the world and watched grow up to 
manhood, but you may at least have the consolation of knowing that 
your son died a brave death, giving up his life for his country; and 
our Saviour has told us — 'Greater love hath no man than this, that a 
man lay down his life for his friends.' May Gocl give you strength 
to bear your terrible loss, and may the presence of Christ be with you 
all to uphold you." 

"I intended writing the same evening as Jim was wounded, but 
was unable to do so on account of our Battery receiving orders to 
proceed up the line. I never heard until after I came out that his 
wounds proved mortal. I feel terribly over it myself, as Jim and I 
always chummed together since joining the Army; and life out here 
is rather different for me now. I saw the shell that wounded Jim. 
I was about 100 yards away at the time. The shell was just an odd 



one thrown by the Huns. I don't think it was meant for us, as he 
had been shelling" a road, off and on all day, which was about 300 
yards to the side of us. There was a sergeant killed, and two other 
privates wounded by the same shell. I feel awfully sorry for Mrs 
Amos. Just tell mother that I saw Jim not more than five minutes 
before he got hit, and he was as cheery as could be. In fact, he 
gave me strict orders to write to you folks. And I will surely come 
and see you before I go back, providing I am lucky enough to go 
back. The war seems to me to be nearly over. We are miles 
beyond the old 1914-1915 trench system, and have the German Army 
fighting in the open. We went through many villages in our advance 
recently, where were many civilians who had been under German rule 
for four years. You can imagine the great welcome us Canucks 
received. When Fritz retired he took with him all the stock, even to 
the fowls, &c. The people had French and British flags waving 
about an hour after the Huns evacuated. Where they had hid them 
for four years is beyond me. The bands of our Brigade played 'The 
Marseillaise' through each town after it fell into our hands." 

We came from the ends of the earth to the Mother who gave to us birth, 

In our eyes leapt the sunshine of mirth, through our veins ran the rapture of Life ! 

We were young, and the flame of desire still burned, and our hearts were afire, 

Our love was intense and our ire was swiftly aroused, for in strife 

We smote without rest, without ruth, with the vigour and passion of youth, 

And hated dissemblers of truth, though our ways with disorder were rife. 

In the silence of death now we lie, strangely bound 'neath an alien sky, 
Life was good but 'twas better to die in the battle for Britain our Mother! 
She reared us and sent us afar, recalled us, and armed us for war — 
We heard and we came and are sleeping now, brother with brother; 
'Neath the tide of the battle we rest, with the fever of life unoppressed: 
Of all ends 'twas the end that was best; what true man desired another? 

We flowed as the sea-tides flow, with a roar in the face of the foe, 

And smote them with blow upon blow, and they sank 'neath the furious wave; 

We were swift, we were terrible, strong, and were filled with the fury of Wrong: 

Invincible, sweeping along, no mercy we sought nor we gave ; 

Dishonoured, they feared us and fell, and the land they transformed into Hell 

Is avenged, and our death, it was well — for with Glory we rode to the grave ! 


(Beneath this Standard thou shalt Conquer). 

Through the covering of whitewasli with which the Turks have defaced the great 
Christian Church of San Sofia the face of the Christ still glimmers faintly. 

The Prophet is fallen! His kingdom is rent asunderl 
The blood-stained steeds move on with a sound of thunder! 

The sword of the Prophet is broken: his cannon are dumb: 

The last Crusade rides into Byzantium! 

See — on the walls that enshrined the high faith of our fathers — 
Rich as the dawn thro' the mist that on Bosphorus gathers, 

Gleam the mosaics, the rich incrustations of old, 

Crimson on emerald, azure and opal on gold. 

Faint thro' that mist, lo, the Light of the World, the forsaken 
Glory of Christ, while with terror the mountains are shaken, 

Silently waits; and the skies with wild trumpets are torn; 

Waits, and the rivers run red to the Golden Horn. 

Waits, like the splendour of Truth on the walls of Creation; 

Waits, with the Beauty, the Passion, the high Consecration, 
Hidden away on the walls of the world, in a cloud, 
Till the Veil be rent, and the Judgment proclaim Him aloud! 

Ah, the deep eyes, San Sofia, that deepen and glisten! 

Ah, the crowned face o'er thine altars, the King that must listen, 
Listen and wait, through the ages, listen and wait, 
For the tramp of a terrible host, and a shout in the gate! 

Conquerors, what is your sign as ye ride thro' the City? 

Is it the sword of wrath, or the sheath of pity? 

Nay, but a Sword Reversed, let your hilts on high 
Lift the sign of your Captain against the sky! 

Reverse the Sword! The Crescent is rent asunder! 
Lift up the Hilt! Ride on with a sound of thunder! 

Lift up the Cross! The cannon, the cannon are dumb: 

The last Crusade rides into Byzantium ! 




237. (Bunnet* 3obn Sbomson. 

IRosal fficlD artillery. 

1918— October 7. 

JOHN THOMSON (JACK), elder son of Mr and Mrs James S. Thomson, 
10 High Street, Peebles, joined the Royal Field Artillery in 1915, 
and went out to France in 1916. He was twice wounded, and 
was also gassed. He died from pneumonia on the 7th October 1918, 
in No. 2 General Hospital at Havre. He was 29 years of age, and 
followed the occupation of a chauffeur at Barrhead. He was a 
grandson of the late Robert Rankine, joiner, Peebles, and a cousin of 
Private John Lawson Thomson, who fell on the 17th November 1918. 

He's a-slavin' at the guns 

In the grizzlin' heat o' day, 
He's a servin' out the steel 

'Neath the murder clouds' array, 
An' the quivering vapours rise, 
An' the mules are slowly plodding 
On their way. 

It's a weary soul has he 

In the red of evening's ray; 
It's a weary foot he drags 

To the hamlet by the way, 
When Flanders' sweltering sun goes down, 
And the Angelus is ringing 

Far away. 



Engineer-Lieutenant THOMAS C. LOCKIE. 


238. EngineetvXieutenant £bomas Corbctt Xocfue. 

IRoyal IRavg. 

l9i8^0ctober 7. 
THERE died in the Royal Naval Hospital, Chatham, on the 7th 
October 1918, from injuries received as the result of an internal 
explosion on board His Majesty's ship Glatton, Engineer-Lieutenant 
THOMAS CORBETT LOCKIE, Royal Navy, aged 36 years, eldest son of 
John Lockie, Civil Engineer, 7 Hermitage Place, The Links, Leith, 
and husband of Jean U. F. Heriot, 8 Albany Street, Kelvinside, 

Lieutenant Lockie was educated at George Watson's College, 
Edinburgh, and on the conclusion of school days served his 
apprenticeship as an engineer with Messrs Hawthorn & Co., Leith. 
He was one of the original members of the Highland Battalion of the 
Queen's Edinburgh Rifle Volunteer Brigade, and served in the Boer 
War, with distinction, in the 19th Imperial Yeomanry. On his return 
to civil life he entered the service of the White Star Line, and 
gained a chief engineer's certificate. He was on the staff of The 
Mirrlees Watson Co., Ltd., Glasgow, when war broke out. He joined 
the Navy in 191:5, with the rank of Engineer-Lieutenant. He was a 
member of the Institution of Engineers and Shipbuilders in Scotland, 
and a member of the Institute of Marine Engineers, London. 

Lieutenant Lockie left a widow (a daughter of the late John F. 
Heriot, Elibank Villa, Peebles), and one son. 

Bold watchers of the deeps, 

Guards of the greater ways, 
How shall our swelling hearts express 
Our heights and depths of thankfulness 

For these safe-guarded days ! 

Grim is your vigil there, 

Black day and blacker night, 
Watching for life, while knavish Death 
Lurks all around, above, beneath, 

Waiting his chance to smite. 




— i 



239. private 3obn Xawson. 

IRogal Scots. 

1918 — October 9. 

MR AND MRS JOHN LAWSON, 3 Cross Road, Peebles, received 
intimation that their third son, Private JOHN LAWSON, Royal Scots, 
died on 9th October 1918, in the 48th General Hospital, Salonica, as 
the result of pneumonia and malaria. Private Lawson, who was 26 
years of age, previous to enlisting, in October 1916, was employed in 
March Street Mills, Peebles. The deceased was twice wounded while 
on service in France — first going out with a draft in January 1917. 
He went out to Salonica in January 1918. A younger brother, Harry 
— a private in the I /8th Royal Scots — made the supreme sacrifice, in 
France, on 17th September 1916, in his 18th year. 

" No doubt by this time you have heard of your son's death, in 
hospital out here. He died of pneumonia. I was helping to look 
after him; he was a very sweet boy, an awfully good patient; it was 
such a pleasure to do anything for him. It was so sad that we could 
not pull him through. He died very peacefully, and was conscious 
almost up to the end. Only the day before he died I found him 
trying to write a letter, presumably to you, but he could not manage 
it, and although I offered to do it for him, he was really too tired and 
weak to think much. But I thought you would like to know his 
intentions. I am very, very sorry for you." 

"You must not think of him lying in a grave in a far-off land, 
but as having entered upon the larger and grander life of the Great 
Beyond. There he awaits you, and you will see him again in God's 
good time." 

"Your son asked me last night to call on him again this morning, 
and to write to you and to tell you about him. Before leaving him 
last night we said the Lord's Prayer together; and I gave him my 
blessing after further prayer. This morning he asked me to send you 
his love, and all affectionate messages; which I promised to do." 

Farewell, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies, 

Now gay with the bright setting sun ; 
Farewell, loves and friendships, ye dear tender ties — 

Our race of existence is run. 

Thou grim King of Terrors, thou life's gloomy foe. 

Go, frighten the coward and slave; 
Go, teach them to tremble, fell tyrant, but know 

No terrors hast thou to the brave. 



Sergeant-Major John Laidlaw. 


240. Sergcant=flDajor Jobn XaiMaw. 

IRogal Scots. 

191 8— October 12. 

MRS JOHN LAIDLAW, 25 Biggiesknowe, Peebles, received word that 
her husband, Company Sergeant-Major JOHN LAIDLAW, Royal Scots, 
died in France on the I2th October 1918, of gun-shot wounds, received 
in action, in the neck, which affected the spine. He was admitted to 
the hospital, but succumbed to his injuries on the day of admission. 
Company Sergeant-Major Laidlaw, who was 40 years of age, previous 
to being mobilised as a Sergeant in the Peebles Territorials, was 
employed as a painter with David Mitchell, Peebles. The deceased 
went out to France in April 1918, and was gassed in June, losing his 
sight for several days. Company Sergeant-Major Laidlaw, who was 
survived by his wife and family — two sons, aged 1 5 years and 6 
years; and two daughters, whose ages were 12 years and 9 years — 
was the eldest son of the late John Laidlaw, slater, Biggiesknowe, 
Peebles, and was the third son to make the supreme sacrifice in 
France — the other two being Walter, a sergeant in the Black Watch, 
and Robert, a Corporal in the Scottish Rifles. Another brother,. 
William, after being wounded, while serving with the Canadians in 
France, was discharged, after having a leg amputated. Another 
brother, Gilbert, was also on active service in France with the Royal 

I saw them leave me one by one, 

My oldest to my youngest son; 

I watched them leave this quiet place 

And journey out in God's good grace. 

They rode beyond the heathered fell, 

I waved my hand and cried farewell ; 

All young they were, and strong, and kind, 

I stay at home my work to mind. 

One fell in Belgium, and one 
Lies 'neath a farther fiercer sun. 
One perished in the first advance, 
And gave his blood to gentle France, 
One sleeps beyond the ocean's brim, 
And only God has news of him. 
All these have fallen one by one — 
My eldest to my youngest son. 



Private Alexander Wilson. 


241. private Hleyanfcev Milson. 

Scottish IRifles. 

1918— October 16. 

ON Wednesday, 13th November 1918, two days after the signing of the 
Armistice, Mr and Mrs Alexander B. Wilson, Anton's Cottage, Rosetta 
Road, Peebles, were the recipients of the sad intelligence that their 
second son, Private ALEXANDER B. WILSON, Scottish Rifles, had been 
killed in France while in action with his unit on 23rd October. It 
later transpired that Private Wilson, who was 18 years of age, fell at 
Eaglefontain. Private Wilson enlisted on attaining military age in 
December 1917, and proceeded to France in June 1918. Before 
enlisting he was employed as an apprentice confectioner with 
Wilson & Sime, bakers, Peebles. He was a member of Peebles Parish 
Church Choir. Private Wilson's eldest brother, Private Archie 
Wilson, also served in France with the Scottish Rifles, and was 

"As I did not know Private Wilson personally, and as I was not 
present at the time or his death, I have made very close enquiries from 
a man at present in the platoon, and who was with Private Wilson 
at the moment he died, namely, Private Moffat. Moffat explained 
that on the morning of the 16th October, at a place near Forest, this 
Company was preparing to attack the German lines when an enemy 
shell dropped quite close to both Moffat and Wilson, killing poor 
Wilson outright. He could not have suffered any pain; as a natural 
consequence the effect of the shell buried him, and when the earth 
had been cleared away he was quite dead. I am very sorry my 
information is so little, as there were so many casualties at the time. 
I am asking you to convey my deepest sympathy to Private Wilson's 
parents in their loss. It may be some consolation to them to know 
that by officers and men alike he was loved and respected, a good 
soldier, and proved himself a very true man. So far as I can gather 
his body is buried in the cemetery of Forest." 

"The chap I knew in France was an Alick Wilson, and he was a 
baker in Peebles before joining up. I just could not bring his 
number to memory, but he belonged to D Company, 15th Platoon, 1st 
Cameronians (Scottish Rifles), and he told me if ever I was in Peebles, 
if he happened to be knocked out, I was to tell his mother. Alick 
Wilson was killed at a place named Eaglefontain, on the 16th 
October 1918. I will tell you the circumstances of his death. We 
landed in the fighting line at II o'clock on the 15th October, and 


took up our position with our machine gun team. I was in 
the machine gun team with him. I was first on guard, 

from II o'clock till I A.M. We dug a hole, but there was room only 
for five men in it, so I dug a hole beside it and went into it. He 
asked me for a loan of my watch to know the time, as he was in 
command of the gun team. The Germans put on a barrage, and a 
shell came and buried five of the team, only myself and another chap 
escaping. That would be about two o'clock on the morning of the 
16th. We got them dug out; four were wounded, but Alick was 
killed. I saw his body: he had been killed instantaneously, for he 
was badly smashed. After that we got the order to move, and I 
could not tell anything about his effects. ... If he is your son, I 
have given you the simple truth, and hope that time will soften your 
sorrow, and leave the proud memory that he died doing his bit." 

" We were drawn out of action on the 19th October, as our 
casualties were so heavy, all our officers being killed, and only fifty 
men being left. We were five or six days on rest. The next right 
action was the 5th November at Normal Forest. There are six of us 
here, all of the Scottish Rifles, and they all say the same. ... I 
hope you don't take it too sore to heart, for I would be the last to 
pain you, but the truth is best. Hoping you will get over your loss, 
for mind, you are not the worst, for somebody saw him there, and 
there are a good many whom nobody saw dying. I hope you will 
forgive me if I have spoken plain." 

For all your tender years, 

Amidst your mother's tears 
Still must there be one glowing thought of pride for her, 

And those less fortunate 

Must envy you your fate 
So to have served your land and to have died for her. 


241a. 3o0epb lEJnvai^ IRicbarbson Xorratnc. 

South afncan jSngineevs. 

1918 — October 19. 

Joseph Edward Richardson Lorraine, who was born in the 
Manse of Peebles on 4th November 1877, was the elder son of the late 
Rev. John Bell Lorraine, B.D., minister of the parish of Peebles. He 
was in South Africa when the Boer War broke out in 1899, and saw 
service with Bethune's Mounted Infant^ and the I.L.I. In the Great 
War he joined the South African Engineers' Corps, and saw service 
with them in German West Africa. After the fighting there was over 
he joined the British South African Police Corps, and served with the 
northern contingent in German East Africa till the end of the 
campaign. After being discharged, owing to the state of his health, 
in April 1918, he was employed at the Falcon Mine, Rhodesia, and 
died there on the 19th October 1918, of influenza. He held the South 
African Medal, with four bars, and also the 1914-15 Star. 

Show me Thy light, O God. I need a guide. 
No graven stone is there to mark life's way. 
Yea, fire at eventide and cloud by day, 
Go Thou before me, for the world is wide, 
And Death sits watching on the other side. 
No power but Thine is there to say him Nay ; 
And though my heart and erring mind may stray, 
My soul would wholly in Thy strength abide. 



By the red road of storm and stress 
Their father's footsteps trod, 

They come a cloud of witnesses, 
The messengers of God. 

Cradled upon some radiant gleam, 

Like living hopes they lie, 
The rainbow beauty of a dream 

Against a stormy sky. 

Before the tears of love were dried, 

Or anguish comfort knew, 
The gates of home were opened wide 

To let the pilgrims through. 

Pledges of faith, divinely fair, 
From peaceful worlds above 

Against the onslaught of despair 
They hold the fort of love. 



Now in your days of worst distress, 
The empty days that stretch before, 

When all your sweet's turned bitterness: 
The Hand of the Lord is at your door. 

And when at morn beside your bed 
Grief waits to tell you it is true, 

That all your darling boys are dead; 

The Mercy of the Lord bends down to you, 

When you are frozen and stripped bare 
And over your joy is raised a stone, 

The foot of the Lord is on your stair: 
The Lord's mercy is never done. 

More than the joys of common men, 
The gifts of the Lord are past desire; 

They shall be given to you again, 
They shall sit down beside your fire. 

The young and laurelled heads shall shine, 

Making a glory in your days 
As a light burns in a secret shrine: 

The Love of the Lord is passing praise. 

The Lord recalls not gifts once given: 
They shall sit down beside your hearth ; 

They shall come in, in white, new shriven, 
Make you new Heaven and a new earth. 

The Will of the Lord is great and good, 
The cup of your joy shall He brim o'er ; 

They shall come in with life renewed : 
They shall go out from you no more. 


Private William Inc.LIS. 


242. private William 3n$lis, 

Ibfgblanfc Xicibt 3ntantvv>. 

1918 — October 25. 

BEFORE enlisting, Private WILLIAM INGLIS was a grocer in Peebles 
with Alex. Irvine, Northgate. He joined the 2/8th Royal Scots, 
on the 2nd November 1914, at the age of 18, and was drafted with 
the Battalion to Chelmsford for training. He volunteered for active 
service in August 1916. After landing in France he was transferred 
to the IOth Highland Light Infantry. He was wounded on the 15th 
September 1916. After he was fit for service again he was transferred 
into the 1st Highland Light Infantry, and was drafted to Mesopotamia 
in March 1917, and was killed in action on the 25th/26th October 1918, 
at the age of 22 years. 

Private Inglis was a Peeblesshire lad. He was born at West 
Mains of Castlecraig, and was the eldest son of Mr and Mrs James 
Inglis, Eastfield, Symington. He came to Chapelhill with his parents 
when three years of age, and got all his schooling at Peebles. 

We heard beyond the desert night 
The murmur of the fields we knew, 
And our swift souls with one delight 
Like homing swallows northward flew. 
We played again the immortal games, 
And grappled with the fierce old friends, 
And cheered the dead undying names, 
And sang the song that never ends ; 
" O Captains unforgot," they cried, 
Come you again or come no more, 
Across the world you keep the pride, 
Across the world we mark the score. 






243. private 3obn Brunton. 

(Bov&on 1fofgblant>ers. 

1918— October 29. 

PRIVATE JOHN BRUNTON, who resided with his wife at Northgate, 
Peebles, before enlisting in the Gordon Highlanders, survived his 
military service to fall a victim, after returning to civil life, to the 
epidemic of septic pneumonia, which visited Peebles in the autumn of 
1918, and as a result of which he died at his home on 2Qth October 
of that year. He enlisted under the Derby Scheme, and served for a 
term of six months in France, where he contracted a kidney disease, 
as a result of which he was discharged from the service in September 
1917. He was a mason to trade, and also followed the occupation of 
rabbit-trapper, his activities in connection with which he carried out 
on the Haystoun Estate. He was survived by his widow and a son. 

My Soul, there is a countrie 

Afar beyond the stars, 
Where stands a winged sentrie 

All skilful in the wars. 

There, above noise and danger, 

Sweet Peace sits crowned with smiles, 
And One born in a manger 

Commands the beauteous files. 

He is thy gracious Friend 

And (O, my Soul, awake) ! 
Did in pure love descend, 

To die here for thy sake. 

If thou canst get but thither, 

There grows the flower of peace, 
The rose that cannot wither, 

Thy fortress, and thy ease. 

Leave then thy foolish ranges ; 

For none can thee secure, 
But One, who never changes, 

Thy God, thy Life, thy Cure. 


Sister Glen Ainsworth. 


244. Sister iSlcn Hinswortb. 

tDoluntacg Bt<? ©etacbment 

1918 — October 29. 

ONE of the marvels of the Great War was the way in which the 
women of the Empire nobly responded to the call of their Mother. 
None more so than the compassionate sisterhood of nursing. From 
every rank of life, from every hamlet, town, and palace, their numbers 
were recruited for the sorrowful yet magnificent campaign against 
disease, suffering, and death. Many a soldier, from the ultimate 
outposts of the Empire, voluntarily exiled from home and loved ones, 
learned to bless those selfless followers of the Mother of Mercy. Of 
such was Sister AlNSWORTH, who, after years of devoted ministry in 
the noblest of all causes, succumbed at the post of duty. 

Sister Ainsworth was born at Stockton-on-Tees in 1889. Her 
father was an engineer, who was drowned when Glen was six years 
old. From a child, her desire was to become a nurse ; it was her 
vocation. At the age of 18, she entered the Sick Children's Hospital 
at Bradford, and continued there for three years. Thereafter she went 
to the Royal Infirmary, Liverpool, and continued until the outbreak of 
war. She was one of the first of the nurses to volunteer for foreign 
service. Her first post was at the Royal Naval Hospital, Malta, for two 
years, thence back to Plymouth. When Peebles Hydropathic was 
taken over by the Admiralty as an Auxiliary Naval Hospital, Sister 
Ainsworth was transferred thither; and there remained at the post of 
duty — hard-working, unselfish, beloved by all, until seized with 
pneumonia. She passed away on the 29th of October 1918, greatly 
regretted, for she was greatly loved. Her body, enwrapt in the Union 
Jack, was borne to its resting-place in the beautiful cemetery attached 
to the ancient Church of St Andrew of Peebles, covered with flowers, 
and escorted with naval honours, by the staff and patients of the 
Hospital, who mourned a true and loyal friend; and the bugle notes 
of "The Last Post" lulled her body to rest. 

We waited at the heavenly gate, 

As those who watch for morning wait 

The faithful dawn to see. 
A thin cloud veiled it from our view, 
But it was close at hand, we knew, 

With Him who has the key. 

He was beside us, strong and true, 
His patient, perfect work to do, 
His words of grace to say ; 


And on the bed He came to bless, 
The shadow of His loveliness 
In tranquil outline lay. 

Through mortal pain from change to change, 
A hallowed way that was not strange 

With Him our loved one went; 
While from His breast, with resting eyes, 
She watched the light of love arise 

On all the griefs He sent. 

We saw the gate unclose at last, 

And through the opening, as she passed, 

A gleam of glory came ; 
It set its seal upon her face — 
It filled her sad, forsaken place 

With one triumphant Name. 



Sister, sister! Can't you hear the humming, 

Swelling ever louder in the clear and moonlit sky? 
Aye, I know it well, the sound that tells the Boche is coming, 

Get you to the shelter now while yet there's time to fly. 
Curse them for a dirty crew, they know the game they're playing, 

Making war on mangled flesh that can but lie and moan, 
Still you cannot help us here, so what's the use of staying? 

Get to shelter, sister, I can stick it on my own. 

Sister, sister! Hark, the bombs are falling. 

Nearer, ever nearer, comes the tide of wounds and death, 
Spatter of machine-guns to swell a din appalling, 

Acrid fumes that reek of hell and grip the strangling breath! 
I can do without my drink and count myself in clover; 

I can carry on a treat if only you will go, 
Only for a little while until the strafe is over. 

Get to shelter, sister dear, this ain't a woman's show. 

Sister, sister! Ah! the dark stain growing 

There beside the cross of love and mercy on your breast, 
Proudly to the cruel foe the badge of courage showing, 

What have we to give to you who gave us of your best? 
God, who chasteneth His own by pain and tribulation, 

Make my body whole and sound against the coming day. 
Vengeance, Lord, is Thine, but hear Thy servant's supplication, 

Make of me Thine instrument whene'er Thou shalt repay! 



1014 STAR. 


245. Corporal (Thomas Malcolm Hrcbibalo. 

Scots ©uavDs. 

1918— October 31. 

FEW Scotswomen have been called on to suffer such grievous losses 
in the war as has Mrs Archibald, Peebles. On the 31st October 1918 
(All-Hallow Eve), she lost her eldest son, Corporal THOMAS MALCOLM 
ARCHIBALD, wounded on I ith October, who passed away, after 
amputation of the leg, at No. 8 Stationary Hospital, Wimereux, 
France. He had been severely wounded in action. His age was 28 
years; he had been married shortly before — September 1917 — and a 
posthumous son was born on the 8th December 1918, who inherits the 
prestige of a fighting family. Tom was in the regular army, having 
enlisted in 1906, and was therefore one of the " Old Contemptibles " 
who saved the Empire at the Marne in 1914. He went to France on 
the 13th August 1914 when the war was but nine days old. Before 
enlisting, he was employed in the Post Office at Peebles. 

" He was just splendid all the time he was with us — so brave, and 
so good, and so cheerful. I am sure that you must be awfully proud 
of him, for he was so good, and he seemed so keen, and sure of the 
cause for which he lost his life. He was buried here near us in our 
new cemetery at Turlingthun, near Boulogne, with military honours." 

Two brothers survive — Robert Archibald, who was wounded at La 
Bassee and made prisoner, being interned until the end of the war at 
Hameln. Before enlisting he was a warehouseman. There was also 
John Archibald, who served in Palestine, and was invalided. He was 
a wireless operator before the war. Mrs Archibald also lost two 
brothers — magnificent men, of great height and splendid physique 
— the one, Lance-Corporal Alexander Malcolm, at the battle of 
Loos, on the 25th September 1915; and the other, Corporal Adam 
Malcolm, who fought throughout the Boer War, and fell gloriously in 
Delville Wood, on the 18th July 1916. Mrs Archibald had thus three 
sons and two brothers fighting, all at the same time; two won through, 
and three remain on the field. A glorious record of the family of old 
Thomas Malcolm, who worked in Peebles as a joiner, many years ago. 

The Cross still stands for Right 
Against ungodly Might; 
God's love is that eternal light 
That shines for ever, 

Failing never 
In the darkest night. 


Though worlds in ruin lie, 
Though man, despairing, die, 
Though earth doth still Christ crucify, 
The Cross stands ever, 

Failing never, 
Love to glorify. 


Private John Mathison. 


246. private 3obn flftatbieon. 

IRcval Scots jfusfliere. 

1918 — October 31. 

OFFICIAL intimation was made to Mr and Mrs James Mathison, Lee 
Cottage, Caledonian Road, Peebles, that their eldest son, Private JOHN 
MATHISON, Royal Scots Fusiliers, had died in a Casualty Clearing 
Station, in France, on 31st October, as the result of being badly 
gassed. Previous to enlisting in the Lanarkshire Yeomanry, in 
September 1914, Private Mathison, who was 24 years of age, was 
employed as a butcher with Alex. Walker, Peebles. In the spring 
of 191 5 he sailed with a draft of the Lanarkshire Yeomanry for 
Gallipoli, where he remained for some time before being transferred to 
Egypt, where he was attached to the Royal Scots Fusiliers. Private 
Mathison twice suffered from dysentery, for which he was in hospital 
at Gallipoli and Egypt, and in December of 1917 was so severely 
wounded in Palestine that he was confined to hospital for seven 
months. He was transferred from Palestine to France in September 

O glad condition and sublime! whereto 

That southern tomb thy hands may never tend 

Was but the gateway thy loved boy passed through ; 

Thy dear lad's love passed through, that he might wend 

Homeward to thee ; thou canst not see the blaze 

Of his great blade nor hear the trumpets blare, 

Yet thick as brown leaves round about thy ways, 

There go the Dead that died for Britain there. 


The Battle of the Salle. 

BETWEEN 10th and 20th October the battle of the Salle was raging; 
it resulted in the liberation of many villages, and the capture of 
thousands of Germans. The Americans were fighting their way 
through the dense, well-wired forests of the Argonne, and by the 16th 
October they had won through, and had taken Grandpre. 

The Battle of Valenciennes. 

OVERWHELMING defeats of powerful armies; rapid downfall of mighty 
Empires. Thus was history being made in the first eleven days of 

The fourth Canadian Division fought its way into Valenciennes. 
On the 4th November began the battle of the Sombre. Landrecies 
was captured ; and the New Zealanders compelled the surrender of Le 
Quesnoy. The French carried Guise by assault ; and the Americans 
entered Sedan. On the 6th November the Germans asked for an 
armistice. On the 8th November we captured Avesnes ; on the 9th 
the Guards entered Maubege. On the loth the Canadians were 
advancing on Mons. The Belgians occupied Ghent. The French had 
captured Mezieres and Hirson. On nth November the Canadians 
entered Mons. The Armistice was signed on that day. The war 
was at an end. The German Emperor fled. The German Empire 
ceased to exist. 



O'ER countless mounds on wide grey plain, 

The crosses stand against the sky, 

For requiem, the sullen roar 

Of cannon, as the wind sweeps by. 

And he lies there; why do we weep? 

God giveth our beloved — sleep. 

What did we hope for him we loved? 
Life full and fair, success, renown? 
Nay, greater fame can no man win 
Than a life laid nobly down 
For Britain's needs; a soldier's death: 
God giveth him — the Victor's wreath! 

What matters Time, if he fulfilled 
God's purpose in the day of need ? 
Outweighs a hundred empty years 
One glorious hour, one noble deed. 
We asked full life, O God, of Thee, 
And Thou didst give — Eternity. 

O'er exiled dead, o'er hearts at home, 
The Cross's Shadow fills the land. 
'Tis Thine the cause for which they die, 
O God! their souls are in Thy Hand. 
For Country, right, and loyal word, 
We plead their sacrifice, O Lord ! 


Steward GEORGE Bortfield. 


247. Stewart) George Bortfielb. 

TReval IRaval auviiianj Ibospital, fl>ccblcs. 

1918 — November I. 

PEEBLES HYDROPATHIC was taken over as a Naval Hospital by the 
Admiralty in January 1918. It accommodated nearly two hundred 
invalid and wounded officers of the Royal Navy, the Royal Naval 
Volunteer Reserve, and the Royal Naval Reserve. For about a year 
after the various military camps which had surrounded the town had 
been struck the streets of the ancient burgh were quiet, and somewhat 
dull with the depression of the war. But now, instead of the khaki- 
thronged ways and byeways, the burghers saw their pavements trodden 
by gallant figures in the beautiful blue and gold of the Navy. 
Fresh-faced midshipmen and midshipmites, second lieutenants and 
lieutenants, commanders, captains, and admirals — all might be seen 
throughout the clay, parading the streets and lighting up the sombreness 
of the old burgh town. There were flying men, too, from aeroplanes 
and seaplanes — men who had made history, whose names were writ 
on the page of honour. There were heroes from Ostend and 
Zeebrugge ; from His Majesty's ship "Vindictive," and His Majesty's 
ship "Mary Rose," and even from the North Pole. All these 
interesting invalids were attended by naval surgeons, by nursing 
sisters, by VA.D.'s, and by naval stewards. Of these last was 

George Bortfield. 

A severe epidemic of septic pneumonia visited Peebles in October 
1918; very many cases proved fatal in Tweeddale and in the towns. 
The Naval Hospital did not escape, and among its three victims was 
Steward George Bortfield. He was born in Chorley, on 19th December 
1883, and joined the Royal Navy on the 22nd August 1914, being 
appointed to His Majesty's ship "Blonde," on the 5th September of that 
year. He served aboard her until May 1916, when he was transferred to 
Chatham Barracks, and continued till 1917, when he left for the Royal 
Naval College, Greenwich. He came to the Naval Hospital at Peebles 
on its opening in January 1918, and served there until he passed away 
on the 1st of November 1918 (All Saints' Day). He was a fine man 
— kindly and sympathetic, never considering self when duty called; 
brave and handsome. He was married. Great regret was felt when 
he became ill and did not recover, and much sympathy was accorded 
his wife in England. 


Strong men fast asleep, 
With coverlets wrought of clay, 

Do soft dreams o'er you creep 
Of friends who are here to-day ? 

Do you know, O men low lying 
In the hard and chilly bed, 

That we, the slowly dying, 
Are giving a day to the Dead? 
Do you know that sighs for your deaths 

Across our heart-strings play, 

E'en from the last faint breaths 
Of the sweet-lipped mouth of May? 

When you fell, at Duty's call, 

Your fame it glittered high, 
As leaves of the sombre Fall 
Grow brighter though they die. 

Men of the silent bands, 

Men of the half-told days, 

Lift up your spectre hands, 

And take our heart bouquets. 


(August 4, 1913: the First Anniversary of the War.) 

Now with the full year Memory holds her tryst, 
Heavy with such a tale of bitter loss 
As never earth has suffered since the Christ 
Hung for us on the Cross. 

If God, O Kaiser, makes the vision plain ; 
Gives you on some lone Calvary to see 
The Man of Sorrows Who endured the pain 
And died to set us free. 

How will you face beneath its crown of thorn 
That figure stark against the smoking skies, 
The arms outstretched, the sacred head forlorn, 
And those reproachful eyes? 

How dare confront the false quest with the true, 
Or think what gulfs between the ideals lie 
Of Him Who died that men may live — and you 
Who live that man may die? 

Ah, turn your eyes away; He reads your heart; 
Pass on and, having done your work abhorred, 
Join hands with Judas in his place apart, 
You who betrayed your Lord. 




Private Robert C. D. Hume. 
fllMlftavg flOetal. 


248. private IRobert Cbarles 2>rummonfc Ibuinc. 

fllMlttavv flDeial. 

<Blas<io\v ibigblanbere. 

T91 8 — November 6. 

INFORMATION reached Mr and Mrs Robert Hume, Overbraedale, 
Lanark, that their youngest son, Private ROBERT CHARLES DRUM- 
MOND HUME, Military Medal, Glasgow Highlanders, had been killed 
in action in France on 6th November 1918. 

Charlie Hume joined the 9th Highland Light Infantry (Glasgow 
Highlanders) on 28th October 191 5, his age at that time being 1 7 
years and 3 months, so that he was only in his 20th year when he 
gave his life for his country. He proceeded to France in August 
1917, and was attached to the 2nd Highland Light Infantry. He was 
gassed in March 1918, when he was invalided home. He again went 
to France in June 1918, and joined his own Battalion as a stretcher- 
bearer. He was presented with parchment certificates from his 
Divisional Commander for good work on 29th September and I2th 
October 1918, and was awarded the Military Medal on 18th October 

He was killed by machine gun fire on the 6th November 1918, 
when trying to rescue his officer, who had been wounded in an 
attempt to capture two field guns. The party of which the officer 
was in charge having been driven in by machine gun fire, Private 
Hume volunteered to go out and bring him in. 

Splendid you passed, the great surrender made, 
Into the light that never more shall fade ; 
Deep your contentment in that blest abode, 
Who wait the last clear trumpet-call of God. 

Long years ago, as earth lay dark and still, 
Rose a loud cry upon a lonely hill, 
While in the frailty of our human clay 
Christ, our Redeemer, passed the self-same way. 

Still stands His Cross from that dread hour to this, 
Like some bright star above the dark abyss; 
Still, through the veil, the Victor's pitying eyes 
Look down to bless our lesser Calvarvs. 



Sister Annie Alexander. 


249. Sister Hnntc Hlqranber. 

Uoluntarv? Sti> ©etacbment. 

1918 — November 10. 
THIS lady, Sister ANNIE ALEXANDER, was the third member of the 
staff who succumbed during an epidemic of septic pneumonia at the 
Royal Naval Auxiliary Hospital, Peebles. Sister Ainsworth was the 
first to go, and George Bortfield the second. After Sister Alexander's 
death the plague ceased. 

Miss Alexander belonged to an ancient Peeblesshire family, but 
she herself was born in Geelong, Australia, on the 4th of September 
1885. She was visiting her sister at Chapelgill, Broughton, when war 
broke out. In March 1916 she went to Whitehill Red Cross Hospital, 
and continued until March 1918, receiving the V.A.D.'s two stripes. 
In April 1918 she joined the staff of the Royal Naval Hospital at 
Peebles, and there performed duties of a most onerous nature, until 
she became infected with pneumonia, which carried her off on the 10th 
November 1918. So passed out of mortal ken one of that band of noble 
women who, during the Great War, did, not their bit, but their all. 

She was of a hard-working, unselfish nature. The hospital was 
understaffed, but she insisted on carrying on under great disadvantages, 
and this continuous struggle undermined her strength, so that she was 
not able to resist the epidemic when it visited the Hospital. All her 
comrades of the staff, and all the naval officers who were patients, 
mourned her sincerely. Her funeral was conducted with full naval 
honours, being attended by every available resident in the Hospital, 
who reverently saluted as the motor hearse passed between their 
lines at the Cross of Peebles, on its way to the sequestered Churchyard 
of Glenholm, where her tired body now rests in peace. 

O gracious ones, we bless your name 

Upon our bended knee ; 
The voice of love with tongue of flame 

Records your charity. 

Your hearts, your lives right willingly ye gave, 

That sacred ruth might shine ; 
Ye fell, bright spirits, brave amongst the brave, 

Compassionate, divine. 

And when our griefs have passed on gloomy wing, 

When friend and foe are sped, 
Sons of a morning to be born shall sing 

The radiant Cross of Red ; 
Sons of a morning to be born shall sing 

The radiant Cross of Red. 




250. private 30 foil Xawson ftfoomson. 

Uxmv Service Corps. 

1918 — November 17. 

MR AND MRS J. B. THOMSON, 40 High Street, Peebles, received word 
that their eldest son, Private JOHN LAWSON THOMSON (Lux), Motor 
Transport, Army Service Corps, attached Anti-Aircraft Battery, 
succumbed, in No. 3 General Australian Hospital, Abbeville, France, 
on 17th November 1918, to an attack of broncho-pneumonia. Deceased, 
who was 32 years of age, previous to enlisting in November 1915, was 
chauffeur to the late Hon. Lady Smyth, Ashton Court, Bristol, and 
proceeded to France in June 1916. Private Thomson was engaged for 
nine years, and was married in 1917. Five days after the marriage 
he was recalled to France, and never saw his wife again. His widow 
resides in Bristol. Private Thomson's cousin, Gunner John Thomson, 
10 High Street, Peebles, fell on the 7th October 1918. 

Wedded that day, 
With four more days before they too must part, 

He to the fray, 
And she had pelted him with lavender's 

Sweet budding sprays, 
And like to Heaven had been his love and hers 

Those five full davs. 

The one whom you call dead 

Lives and loves you. Gone, 'tis true, 

From such light as shines for you. 

But in the light you cannot see 

Of unfulfilled felicity, 

In enlarging Paradise, 

Lives a life that never dies. 

(The Spirit of the Fallen Man speaks): 

Farewell, dear ! Yet not farewell, 
Where I am you too shall dwell. 
I am gone before your face, 
A moment's time, a little space. 
When you come where I have stepped, 
You will wonder why you wept. 




251. Stoker James flDauIe. 

1bis /IBajestB's Sbip, "Emperor of Jnoia." 

1918 — November 18. 

VERY few Peebles lads have ever found their way into the Royal 
Navy, the great majority evidently preferring" military service. One 
of the few was Stoker JAMES MAULE, of His Majesty's ship "Emperor 
of India," eldest son of Mr and Mrs James Maule, 44a Rosetta Road, 

Stoker Maule was in and out of the Navy before the war began, 
and it was after the sinking of the "Good Hope"— he had been on 
the "Good Hope" about two years previously — that he joined up, in 
January 1915. In his own words, he felt he had lost an old friend, 
and was going to do his little bit to avenge the loss. The first few 
weeks he put in in Naval Barracks, Portsmouth, then he was 
transferred to His Majesty's ship " Agincourt," a vessel which was 
being built for the Turkish Government, but which the British 
Government retained. Afterwards he was sent to His Majesty's ship 
" Emperor of India," and was aboard her until discharged. 

He never was in any engagements at sea: no fault of his — rather 
because the Germans scuttled home. Admiral Jellicoe was coming 
up with the big battleships to assist Beatty at the Jutland battle, but 
was too late. Stoker Maule saw some of the effects of that 
engagement, as he assisted in the taking off of the wounded, none of 
whom were struck with shell, but all of them burned. As he 
explained, a battleship is a mass of electric wires, encased in lead, 
and of course when a fire happens, it seems to rain lead. Stoker 
Maule's friends thought he made a mistake joining up as a stoker, as 
they believed it would have been better had he joined up as a seaman. 
Having been in the Navy before, he could have been useful in many 
waj^s, and could have served on a torpedo boat, as he was on one for 
about two years. He, however, summed up the situation thus:— "I 
have a wife and bairns depending on me, and I'll get more money 
stoking." It takes a strong constitution for the work; emerging from 
the stoke hole into a North Sea blizzard is more than most people 
could stand. Stoker Maule evidently contracted a cold, which was 
neglected, and which he never could throw off. In fact, when he 
visited his parents after his discharge they did not know how he had 
been able to work. He said to his father — "I am afraid two and a 
half years in the North Sea has been too much for me." It was some 



little consolation to his relatives to know that, like thousands more, he 
did for his country what he could voluntarily. 

When visited by his parents, shortly before his death, Stoker 
Maule's hopes of regaining his health were high. He was busy 
planning out his life in his new home at Longniddry, where he 
intended going in for fruit growing and poultry farming. But man 
proposes, God disposes. His will be done. 

The fight is over and the voyage done; 
Death's arrow pierces now his gallant breast, 
And he has passed into the golden west. 
He fears no more the heat of any sun, 
No battle thunders can disturb his rest, 
He will go forth no more in Honour's quest, 
For Honour unto him did swiftly run, 
As he did swift obey her last behest. 

O world of woe, with cruel mystery rife — 
Silence, my heart, he died for us at home, 
And now from out the tumult and the strife, 
Soft as the breath of evening there will come 
This'message, wafted in the North Sea's foam - 
" 1 live — forever live — the Eternal Life." 



THEY held, against the storms of fate, 

In war's tremendous game, 
A little land inviolate 

Within a world of flame. 

They looked on scarred and ruined lands, 
On shell-wrecked fields forlorn, 

And gave to us, with open hands, 
Full fields of yellow corn; 

The silence wrought in wood and stone 
Whose aisles our fathers trod ; 

The pines that stand apart, alone, 
Like sentinels of God. 

With generous hands they paid the price, 

Unconscious of the cost, 
But we must gauge the sacrifice 

By all that they have lost. 

The joy of young adventurous ways, 
Of keen and undimmed sight, 

The eager tramp through sunny days, 
The dreamless sleep of night. 

The happy hours that come and go, 

In youth's untiring quest, 
They gave because they willed it so, 

With some light-hearted jest. 

No lavish love of future years, 

No passionate regret, 
No gift of sacrifice or tears 

Can ever pay the debt. 


Private CHARLES S. ClJRRlE. 


252. private (I bailee Simpson Carrie. 

Ibigblanfc Xutbt Jntantvv (attached mnck matcb). 

1 918 — November 20. 

ON Saturday, 9th November 1918, Private CHARLES SIMPSON CURRIE, 
third son of Thomas Currie, Inspector of Tweed Police, Dalwoodie, 
Haystoun Place, Peebles, arrived home on leave. While on the 
journey from France he had contracted a slight cold. This gradually 
became worse, and on the forenoon of Monday, nth November — just 
when the joybells were ringing for the signing of the Armistice — he 
went back to bed. His illness was found to have developed 
into pleuro-pneumonia, and notwithstanding unremitting care and 
attention, he was unable to throw it off, and died on the 20th 
November, aged 20 years. He was very ill and delirious for about a 
week before he died, and while in that condition his mind was almost 
wholly taken up with his work in France, speaking to his mates, 
working his horses, &c, &c, yet in all his wanderings he never made 
use of any expression which the fondest mother might not hear 
without a blush. He refused brandy from the doctor, on the ground 
that he was teetotal and had never once taken his rum-ration while in 
France. His parents felt proud and profoundly thankful that their 
boy could have spent over four years in the Army and remain thus 
pure in word and in deed. It said much for him and much for the 
British Army of to-day as he found it. 

Private Currie was born at St Boswells, Roxburghshire, on the 13th 
August 1898, and came with his parents to Peebles while quite young. 
He joined the 2,'8th Royal Scots on 22nd October 1914, at the age of 
16. He trained at Haddington, Peebles, Falkirk, and Chelmsford, till 
September 1916, when he went out, with a draft, to France, where he 
was transferred to the Highland Light Infantry, and was latterly 
attached to the 9th Black Watch. He had two years and two months' 
service in France, and was on his second leave when he died. 

Private Currie was well known for his prowess as an Association 
football player, and great things were predicted of him in that line 
had he been spared. He was a constant playing member of the 2/8th 
Royal Scots football team, which had so many successes in Scotland 
and England, before he was drafted to France, though he was only a 
boy at the time — 16 to 18 years of age. 

" I have just received a letter from mother to-day. In it she tells 
me about Charlie's death. I cannot realise that my dear old school 
chum has gone to rest; it sounds like a dream, but it only shows 


what a short time it is to us all. I cannot express to you my feelings 
at the loss of my dear old chum. As I sit here pondering", it seems 
but yesterday when we were together in all our boyhood rambles. 
We were great pals, and I feel as if I had lost a brother." 

" I need hardly say what a loss he must be to you, as he is to 
me. I leaned on Charles as the manliest boy I had on the Transport. 
He was a splendid worker, and his team of black horses was always 
a show. The whole of the Transport misses him, as he was always- 
very popular with them all." 

Private Currie's funeral took place with military honours to Peebles 
Cemetery on the 23rd November. The funeral was headed by the 
pipe band of the Peebles Company of the 7th Volunteer Battalion The 
Royal Scots, and from the same source pall-bearers and firing party 
were also provided. Following the cortege, in addition to the 
Volunteers, were a large number of the general public, while the local 
branch of the Discharged Soldiers' Federation, as well as the local 
Boy Scouts, were also represented. En route to the place of interment 
large numbers witnessed the solemn procession, and many were visibly 
affected as the mournful strains of "The Land o' the Leal" told of 
the "wearin' awa" of one brave soul who had been denied the 
enjoyment of the earthly peace his own efforts had done much to 
bring about. On the coffin, which was covered with the Union Jack, 
there rested a number of beautiful floral tributes, as well as the cap 
and bayonet of the gallant lad. At the Cemetery, the committal 
service was conducted by the Rev. Thomas Martin, D.D., after which 
three volleys were fired over the open grave, these being punctuated 
with the wail of the pipes playing " Lochaber no More," and followed 
by the sounding of "The Last Post" on the bugle. Thus, with these 
solemn and impressive proceedings, was Charlie Currie, Private, Black 
Watch, laid to his rest in a hero's grave, far from the bloody field of 
battle where he had achieved the great glory that was his, his duty 
well and nobly done, his victory won. 

Other two brothers served with the Colours — Tom, in the American 
Army, and William, in the [/8th Royal Scots in France. 

And you, to whom it was not given 

To die upon the foughten field, 

Yes, you full equally have striven, 

For you your life did yield 

As nohly as the men who fell 

There, in the blazing mouth of hell. 

Not in the wild rush of the fight 
God saw it meet for you to die. 
Yet he who keeps his armour bright 

I lis Lord doth magnify. 
You answered equally the call, 
And he who gives himself gives all. 



Yet we are proud because at last, at last 
We look upon the dawn of our desire ; 
Because the weary waiting-time is passed 
And we have tried our temper in the fire ; 

And proving word by deed 
Have kept the faith we pledged to France at need. 

But most because, from mine and desk and mart, 
Springing to face a task undreamed before, 
Our men, inspired to play their prentice part 
Like soldiers lessoned in the school of war, 

True to their breed and name, 
Went flawless through the fierce baptismal flame. 

And he who brought these armies into life, 
And on them set the impress of his will — 
Could he be moved by sound of mortal strife, 
There where he lies, their Captain, cold and still 

Under the shrouding tide, 
How would his great heart stir and glow with pride ! 


Sergeant JOSS M. CAVERS. 


253. Sergeant Joss £IDurra\> Cavers. 

©or&on Ibifiblanbers. 

1918 — November 30. 

THERE died in Stobhill Military Hospital, Glasgow, on Saturday, 30th 
November 1918 (St Andrew's Day), aged 24 years, Sergeant JOSS 
MURRAY CAVERS, of the 10th Gordon Highlanders. He was a native 
of Peebles, where he was born in February 1894, and was the second 
son of the late Adam Cavers, baker, and of Mrs Margaret Cavers, 14 
Campbell Street, Glasgow. 

Sergeant Cavers enlisted in the Regular Army in 1909, and 
re-enlisted on the /th September 1914. He was wounded and taken 
prisoner at the battle of Loos on the 15th September 1915. For fully 
two years Sergeant Cavers was an exile in Germany before being 
transferred to Holland, in April 1918. While in captivity he devoted 
his time to self-education, and as a result was able to converse fluently 
in four languages. He was repatriated on the 18th November 1918, 
but the state of his health was such that he only survived till the 30th 
November, dying, as already stated, in Stobhill Military Hospital, 

On Saturday, 4th December, Sergeant Cavers' body was interred 
in Peebles Cemetery with full military honours, the funeral being 
from the house of his uncle, William Hart, Northgate. The members 
of the Peeblesshire Volunteers provided the firing party and pall- 
bearers. A large number of Peebles soldiers, at home on leave, 
and also returned prisoners of war, attended the funeral. The Rev. 
J. W. Murray, B.A. (Oxon.), Manor, in the uniform of Second 
Lieutenant of the Peeblesshire Volunteers, conducted the service in the 
house and at the graveside. 

Yet you do serve, who only stand and wait 
And bear you bravely, nor in aught abate 
Of your high courage, but, with heads erect, 
E'en from your gaolers still command respect. 

You served the State by bearing you as those 
Whom, undeserving, nought can discompose, 
You, too, your country's flag held bravely high, 
By your high bearing in captivity. 

Not Death himself can part us from our loved; 
Time, space, and death are of the earth; 
The souls of all who dwell in Thee 
Are Thy new birth. 





254. [private Hnbrew Chalmers Steele. 

Scots (Snares. 

1918 — December 9. 

Andrew Chalmers Steele was born in Selkirk on 6th April 1889. 
He was always bright and happy in his youth. A friend in Arbroath, 
after hearing of his death, wrote — "I am so sorry to hear the sad 
news. In fact, I can scarcely realise that he was grown-up. In 
thinking of dear Andrew, he stands out to me as I knew him — the 
boy with the smiling face and twinkling eyes: he was always so 
bright and happy." He went to Knowepark School, Selkirk, and 
was educated under the late David Fraser. After leaving school he 
went to serve his apprenticeship as a powerloom tuner in Heather 
Mills (Sim & Co.) Being of a kindly disposition he was always ready 
and willing to help any one in a time of need. He was several 
years in Heather Mills, and on his leaving to go to another situation 
in March Street Mills, Peebles, the workers in Heather Mills made 
him a present of a gold watch as a parting gift. 

He was very fond of music, and had a good bass voice. He took 
a great interest in the choir of the Lawson Memorial Church, of 
which Church he was a member. On his leaving to go to Peebles 
the choir members presented him with a travelling bag. 

It was when Andrew was working in Peebles that war was 
declared. A week or two after, while he was standing in the 
street, an officer from Glencorse spoke to him, and asked him to go, 
as they needed men. Andrew accepted, and was at Glencorse doing 
clerical work for a short time when recruiting was so busy. About 
the middle of October 1914, he went to fill a situation at Redford 
Barracks, but was only a few days there when Captain Featherstone- 
haugh wired for Andrew to come to the Infantry Record Office, 
Hamilton, to do clerical work. Though he worked in the office 
he did not enlist until the 24th March IQ 1 5, when he joined the 
Highland Light Infantry. He remained in Hamilton till the 17th 
March 1917, when fit men were weeded out and taken for the Army, 
their places being filled up by girls. Andrew left with the rank of 

He then re-enlisted, 24th April 191 7, at Berwick-on-Tweed, into the 
Household Battalion, and was sent to Windsor, where he got his 
training. He was married on the last day of June 1917, when he got 
a week's leave. He was sent across to France in August. He was 
taken through the Somme valley, and was mostly in and around 



Private and Mrs Andrew C. Steele. 


Ypres, Arras, and the Cambrai fronts through the winter of I9!7* 
He, like many others, had a very hard time, and experienced some 
severe fighting. Some of the Regiments were badly cut up, and he 
was transferred to the Scots Guards about the end of February or 
beginning of March 1918. It was in March when the company of 
Scots Guards, in which Andrew was, took their stand against the 
Germans and held them back when they were making for the Channel 
ports. It was a critical time, but the brave Scots Guards saved the 
situation, and they got a decoration for it. 

Andrew got home on leave at the end of September, and went 
back to France on the 14th October. He was wounded on the 7th 
November, four days before the Armistice was signed. He said they 
were heavily shelled all the afternoon. A shell burst in front of him, 
and he was hit on the chin, chest, and left knee. After recovering 
from the stun, he crawled to a place of safety, as he said, "to see how 
much of me was left." He was taken by the stretcher-bearers from 
one place to another, when he, along with hundreds of other wounded, 
were put on the train near Cambrai to be taken to hospital at Rouen. 
They left Cambrai on the 9th, but had not proceeded far when part of 
the railway line was blown up. They had to turn back and get 
shunted on to another line, and, when within a mile or two of St 
Quentin, the engine ran off the rails, thus causing another delay. No 
more was heard of him for a fortnight, then the telegrams came saying- 
he was " seriously ill " and " dangerously ill." He had suffered awful 
pain with the wounds in the knee, and to try to save his life his leg 
was amputated above the knee, but his was one of the worst cases of 
blood-poisoning, and after much patient suffering he passed peacefully 
away on the 9th December 1918, aged 29 years and 8 months. He 
was buried in St Sever Cemetery Extension, Rouen, France. 

Andrew's death was a great shock to his brother, Robert. He 
was in Edmonton, Canada, and in a letter home he wrote — "Andrew, 
since ever he knew right from wrong, was one of the cleanest, most 
honourable, most genial, and affectionate of boys. As you know, he 
was popular wherever he went, just for his genial manner and 
downright good-heartedness." 

" I had been alongside Andrew daily in the same room from 
about the time the war broke out for nearly three years, and a deep 
liking for the tall, manly, kindly, and above all straightforward young 
Andrew Steele sprang up and kept increasing. He was 26 years of 
age and I was 60, but the disparity of age did not make any 
difference. When we were like to be snowed under with work — and 
much of it worrying — Andrew found relief — indeed, we all did — in 
singing from 'The Messiah' the solo, 'Every Valley shall be Exalted!' 
He was liked by every one. He called to see me when I was in 


hospital at Hamilton, and when we had said 'Good-bye' and 1 saw 
his honest six-foot figure pass out of the ward things looked darker to 
me than they had been before. I am very sorry for his mother. On 
this point words are poor and of questionable propriety. But it is no 
small matter to have mothered so good a son. He was a loyal son, 
I am sure, and he has gone just a little time in advance to the 
' Land o' the Leal.' May we all meet him there bye-and-bye." 

So have some died 
For Right — bravely, as Christ the Crucified 
Died on Calvary's Cross ; just as brave 
And just as sacrificially. To save 
The world He died, or so the worn-out creeds 
Of Church would teach — but they, but men, dared deeds 
And died as men 

Because of Greater Love — 
That Love of Loves, all other loves above — 
The love of home and friends and native soil. 
That these might never be the foeman's spoil, 
They gave their lives, their youth, their golden dreams 
And airy castles, built where sunlight gleams, 
And roses bloom 

And gave them willingly 
As Christ gave His, that day on Calvary, 
A stricken Christ, a broken shrine, and men 
In khaki marching by. How little less 
Divine these khaki-clads in their worn dress 
Than He, the Christ of God? For in each man 
The same soul burns. 


He was last seen going over the parapet into the German Trenches.'''' 

What did you find after war's fierce alarms, 
When the kind earth gave you a resting-place, 
And comforting night gathered you in her arms, 
With light dew falling on your upturned face? 

Did your heart beat, remembering what had been? 
Did you still hear around you as you lay, 
The wings of airmen sweeping by unseen, 
The thunder of the guns at close of day ? 

All nature stoops to guard your lonely bed ; 
Sunshine and rain fall with their calming breath; 
You need no pall, so young and newly dead, 
Where the Lost Legion triumphs over death. 

When with the morrow's dawn the bugle blew, 
For the first time it summoned you in vain, 
The Last Post does not sound for such as you, 
But God's Reveille wakens you again. 




255. private Matter Elliot 

flBacbine (Sun dorps. 

1918 — December II. 

ON the Ilth December 1918 there died in the Military Hospital at 
Grantham, of broncho-pneumonia. Private WALTER ELLIOT, Machine 
Gun Corps, husband of Janet Stewart, and second son of Walter 
Elliot, Eddleston, formerly of Newby, Peebles. The deceased 
soldier was born at Benger Burn, Yarrow, and was a gamekeeper 
before enlisting. He was almost seven years with the late 
William Allan Woddrop of Garvald, and later he was in the 
employment of Lord Tweedmouth, at Hutton Castle, Berwickshire. 
He attested under the Derby Scheme in November 1915, and when 
Lord Tweedmouth's estate was sold in April 1916 he went into a 
munition factory. He enlisted in the King's Own Scottish Borderers 
on 5th January 1917, and was transferred to the Highland Light 
Infantry, and later to the Machine Gun Corps. Private Elliot 

went out to France in June 1917. He was wounded at Spriet, north 
of Passchendaele, on the 26th October 1917, and the following letter 
details his experiences in that engagement and in hospital: — 

"I was laid out about half a mile north of Poelcapelle, at a place 
called Spriet. We left Ypres Canal Bank at 3. 30 A.M. on Thursday, 
the 25th October, and walked up to our position, which was about two 
hundred yards from Jerry's front line. Jerry saw us and started to 
snipe, killing one of our chaps. We lay on the top all day, and 
couldn't get any tea made or anything, as we could not dig in on 
account of water. Then it began to rain, and as we only had 
waterproof sheets with us we looked fine sights, and what with 
cold, rain, and mud, we were glad when the time came for action. I 
went over the top as cool as a cucumber, and feeling as if 1 didn't 
care whether I got killed or not. I was carrying the gun,, 
and had advanced about three or four hundred yards when I got hit, 
and went dowm like a rabbit. Two of my mates picked up the gun 
and went on and I had a look to ascertain how badly wounded I was. 
I crept back to a newly made shell hole and dressed my wounds. 
The bullet entered my left leg, about half an inch from the knee cap, 
and came out at the big vein which runs down the side (and for a 
while I thought it was cut), then it went through the muscle of the 
right leg and came out three inches above the knee. I saw a spade 
lying, so I picked it up and started to make my way out, using the 
spade as a walking stick. 1 never expected to get out alive, as Jerry 



was counter-attacking by this time, and he was fairly sending over 
some stuff. But I was lucky, for I was only struck on the knuckle 
of the middle finger and it is healed up already. I had to walk 
about four miles to the dressing station, and was about a waster 
when I arrived, as my legs were that stiff I couldn't bend them. I 
was told to sit down, and if they had given me £100 I couldn't have 
done so, as my legs were like pokers. So they laid me on a stretcher, 
gave my wounds a dressing, put me on board a Red Cross car, and 
took me back twenty miles ; carried me into a tent, cut boots, socks, 
puttees, drawers, and trousers off me, changed me to the skin, dressed 
my wounds again, and inoculated me. I lay there for a few hours, 
was then carried out, put on board a Red Cross train, and whipped 
right to the Australian Hospital, near Boulogne, and I have lain on 
the broad of my back with my left leg in splints ever since. I left 
France about II A.M. on the Monday (and I hope never to see it 
again), and landed at Dover about I P.M. From thence we travelled 
to Perth. The wounds on my left leg are bad. Three nights ago I 
thought I should go mad with pain. My leg swelled up from the 
foot to the groin, and in the morning they had to change my shirt 
and sheets, as they were absolutely wringing with sweat. However, 
they have been applying hot fomentations to try to open the wound, 
and the swelling has gone down on the thigh, but my knee is like a 
dumpling. It had to be opened four times in France, and I am afraid 
it means another operation, but they are waiting to see what the 
specialist says about it first. However, I am well looked after, and 
get plenty of good food to eat. This is my thirtieth day in bed, and 
it seems a mighty long time, as I have lain in one position all the 

Private Elliot was keenly interested in football, but his main 
sport was shooting. He was a good shot, and won many prizes at 
clay pigeon matches both in Peeblesshire and Berwickshire. He was 
of a very cheery nature, and was much liked by his friends and 

And so for me there is no sting in Death, 
And so the grave has lost its victory : 
It is but crossing with a bated breath 
And white set face, a little strip of sea 
To find the loved ones waiting on the shore, 
More beautiful, more precious than before. 



If you have come through hell stricken or maimed, 

Vistas of pain confronting you on earth ; 

If the long road of life holds naught of worth 

And from your hands the last toll has been claimed ; 

If memories of horrors none has named 

Haunt with their shadows your courageous mirth 

And joys you hope to harvest turn to dearth, 

And the high goal is lost at which you aimed ; 

Think this — and may your heart's pain thus be healed- 

Because of me some flower to fruitage blew, 

Some harvest ripened on a death-dewed field, 

And in a shattered village some child grew 

To womanhood inviolate, safe and pure. 

For these great things know your reward is sure. 



Private E. Graham Gorman. 

(Bcncral Service fflktvil. 


256. private fl^war£> (Srabam vBorman. 

General Service flDe&al. 

Hiring Service Corps. 

1918 — December 18. 

GRAHAM GORMAN was born in Peebles, and educated at Kingsland 
School. Thereafter he spent a short time in March Street Mills as an 
apprentice at tweed manufacture. But his inclination lay toward 
engineering; so after an interval he departed for Edinburgh and took 
up motoring. He became proficient in time; thenceforward cars and 
their mechanism formed both his vocation and his hobby. His first 
situation was with Dr Gimn at Peebles, where for a considerable period 
he drove the car with the Doctor and himself, by night and by day, 
in summer and winter, along the main roads and hill-roads of 
Tweeddale. For a short time thereafter he assisted a brother-in-law 
on his farm in Essex ; but when the war broke out in 1914 Graham 
Gorman heard the call, and hastened to place his experience and 
skill in motoring at the service of his country. He was employed in 
France during the whole period of his enlistment, and was seldom out 
of the danger zones, conveying officers in cars to the front. He 
received the 1914-15 Star, and for his services was awarded the 
General Service Medal. He experienced many risks, and underwent 
much exposure. From his most serious accident, when his car by 
night disappeared into a deep shell crater, he never fully recovered. 
The hardships he had gone through weakened his constitution and 
opened the door 10 serious infection. He returned home to Peebles in 
bad health, where he was affectionately nursed by his sister, Mrs 
Hunter, Oak Cottage, Old Town, whose husband had already lost two 
gallant sons in the war. He bore his prolonged sufferings silently 
and bravely, and the end for this world came on the 18th December 
1918. The following hymn pleased him much in his latter days: — 

Brother, now thy toils are o'er, 
Fought the battle, won the crown, 
On life's rough and barren shore 
Thou hast laid thy burden down : 

Grant him, Lord, eternal rest 

With the spirits of the blest. 

Angels bear thee to the land 
Where the towers of Sion rise, 
Safely lead thee by the hand 
To the fields of Paradise. 

Grant him, Lord, eternal rest 

With the spirits of the blest. 


White-robed at the golden sate 
Of the New Jerusalem, 
May the host of martyrs wait, 
Give thee part and lot with them. 
Grant him, Lord, eternal rest 
With the spirits of the blest. 

Earth to earth, and dust to dust, 

Clay we give to kindred clay; 

In the sure and certain trust 

Of the Resurrection Day. 
Grant him, Lord, eternal rest 
With the spirits of the blest. 

Christ the Sower sows thee here : 

When the Eternal Day shall dawn, 

He will gather in the ear 

On that Resurrection morn: 
Grant him, Lord, eternal rest, 
With the spirits of the blest. 



I WONDER are there roses still 

In Ablain St Nazaire, 
And crosses girt with daffodil 

In that old garden there. 
I wonder if the long grass waves 

With wild-flowers just the same, 
Where Germans made their soldiers' graves 

Before the British came? 

The British set those crosses straight 

And kept the legends clean; 
The British made the wicket-gate 

And left the garden green; 
And now who knows what regiments dwell 

In Ablain St Nazaire? 
But I would have them guard as well 

The graves we guarded there. 

And when at last the Prussians pass 

Among those mounds and see 
The reverent cornflowers crowd the grass 

Because of you and me, 
They'll give, perhaps, one humble thought 

To all the " English fools " 
Who fought as never men have fought 

But somehow kept the rules. 



Sergeant-Major Herbert Craig 


257. SergeanMlDajot* ibcrbcrt Craig. 

IRogal Scots. 

1919— January 15. 
HERBERT CRAIG, after serving his apprenticeship with his father, the 
late Joseph Craig, joiner, Holywood, Dumfries, enlisted in the King's 
Own Scottish Borderers in 1895. In course of time he rose to the 
rank of Company Quartermaster-Sergeant in this regiment. He 
proceeded to South Africa with the 1st Battalion in 1900, and 
held the King's and Queen's Medals and five bars for that campaign. 
From South Africa, Sergeant-Major Craig (then Lance-Sergeant), 
proceeded to India, and was transferred to the 2nd Battalion in 1902. 
He also went with the Battalion in 1903 to Burmah, remaining there for 
two years. Later he served one year in Arabia, coming to Glasgow, 
in 1906, with the Battalion. He was afterwards transferred to the 
Permanent Staff of the 3rd King's Own Scottish Borderers, as 
Instructor, remaining in that position until the reduction of the staff. 
He was subsequently transferred to the Royal Scots, and for some 
time acted as Drill Instructor to the Dalkeith Territorials. 

On the outbreak of war in 1914 he was transferred to the 1st 
Royal Scots, and was afterwards promoted Regimental Sergeant-Major 
of the 2/8th Royal Scots on the formation of that Battalion, with which 
he served at Haddington, Peebles, and Chelmsford. It was at the 
latter place he contracted an illness which left him in indifferent 
health, and in consequence of which he received his discharge about 
two years before his death. 

After his discharge, Sergeant-Major Craig resided in Dalkeith, 
where he died on the 15th January 1919, leaving a widow and two 

Let others comfort your distress 

With soldier tales of simple art, 

Telling his strength, his manliness, 

The noble way he played his part. 

You should be proud; ah, gallant heart, 

Say not that pride is comfortless. 

And now his dear remembered ways 
Are treasured in the sacred shrine, 
Where human mingles with divine, 
A solace for the lonely days. 

He battled for no worldly hire, 
No stern ambition to appease, 
From fight to fight his heart's desire 
Was set on higher things than these. 


Captain W. E. Thorbukn. 


258. Captain Matter Ernest Gborburn. 

1Ro\?al Scots. 

1919 — January 22. 

A KEEN sense of regret passed over the community of Peebles when it 
became known that Captain WALTER ERNEST THORBURN, 8th Royal 
Scots, had passed away, at his residence, Hay Lodge, Peebles, as the 
result of an illness contracted while on active service in France. 

When Captain Thorburn, who was held in high esteem by all who 
knew him, learned that his illness could only have a fatal issue, he 
desired that he might be removed from the private nursing home in 
London, where he was under treatment, to his home in Peebles. This 
desire was acceded to, and the patient arrived home on the Friday 
before his death, which took place on Wednesday, 22nd January 1919. 

Captain Thorburn, who was 44 years of age, was the eldest son 
of the late Sir Walter Thorburn of Glenbreck, Tweedsmuir, and the 
late Lady Thorburn, and was a member of the firm of Walter 
Thorburn & Bros., Ltd., tweed manufacturers, Damdale and Tweedside 
Mills, Peebles. 

In 1893 the deceased joined the Peebles Volunteers, in which he 
held a commission, and transferred his activities to the Territorial 
Force when that system came into operation. On the outbreak of 
war, at which time he held the rank of Major, he was mobilised with 
the 8th Battalion The Royal Scots, and proceeded with the Battalion to 
Haddington. In 1916, when Peebles was a centre of military activity, 
he was appointed to the Brigade Headquarters Staff, holding the rank 
of Brigade-Major. In September 1916, as Brigade-Major, he made a 
short tour of inspection to the Expeditionary Force in France, and 
whilst there took the opportunity to pay his former colleagues (the 8th 
Royal Scots), a visit at Bouzincourt, a small village near Albert. 
During the summer of 1917 he relinquished his staff appointment, and 
joined the l/8th Royal Scots in France while the battle of Arras was 
at its height. Reverting to the rank of Captain, he was posted for 
duty to "C" Company — generally referred to as Peebles Company- 
While at Ypres the same year, Captain Thorburn was appointed to a 
position on the staff of the 8th Corps, which he held until he 
contracted his illness a few months before his death. 

Captain Thorburn was a member of Peebles Parish Council, 
but tendered his resignation owing to military duties. At the request 
of the Council, however, he withdrew his resignation. He was also 
a member of Peebles Freemasons, Lodge Kilwinning, No. 24. In all 


branches of sport he took a keen and enthusiastic interest, and was 
a playing member of Peebles County Cricket Club. 

In February 1905, Captain Thorburn married Miss Marjory Sneddon 
Robson, second daughter of Dr and Mrs E. Shedden Robson, Durham, 
and was survived by his widow and young family — Shedden, Anthony, 
and Elizabeth. 

No one was more respected by the local soldiers than Captain 
Thorburn. He possessed a magnetic personality, was always affable, 
and never made a "ranker" feel uneasy, being ready to listen at all 
times to a grievance, either real or imaginary. When acting as 
Quartermaster of the 8th Royal Scots (Territorials), the interests 
of the men were always first, and in that capacity he earned the 
goodwill of all, and carried on successfully with the Battalion when 
it was mobilised in 1914 under war conditions. However, it was when 
he was attached to the 1 /8th Royal Scots for duty on active service 
in France that Captain Thorburn really showed his good qualities. 
It is peculiar how a man's true mettle shows up in times of stress or 
danger. Captain Thorburn came through the trial, needless to say, 
for the better. He had always a cheery word for a Peeblean. 
In fact, "Peebles" seemed to be written across all Tweeddale 
faces, as he greeted them, one and all, in a genial and hail-fellow-well- 
met manner. At Arras, where he first joined the Battalion, he had 
something to say to all— "Still sticking it" — always using the soldiers' 
field language, which won him many admirers. Mayhap if he had 
noticed the folks of the man with whom he was conversing before 
leaving for France, he would inform the soldier that they were quite 
well: ordinary everyday talk, but it gained many friends. Among Ids 
brother officers he was the personification of cheerfulness, and never, 
mid all the mud and rain, did his bright spirits desert him. In Ypres, 
in what was known as Tank Wood, the Battalion got unusually 
heavily shelled every morning for nearly a fortnight. One "reveille" 
especially, caused through hostile shelling, was responsible for all 
leaving cam]) at less than a moment's notice, and there, further up the 
road, 'midst the "crump" of the shells bursting on the empty camp, 
was Captain Thorburn, in night attire, with the zest of a born 
raconteur telling how he had been awakened by the falling of a tree, 
which had been cut in two by a shell, on his bivouac. A corps 
appointment saw him transferred from the 1 ,8th Battalion The Royal 
Scots, and so he passed out of the ken of the Peebles boys, but he 
was always remembered with affection. 

A very old friend wrote 'The sorrow and the affectionate tribute 
to his memory, shown in the crowded Church and at the side ol his 
grave, were evidence of the regard in which he was held, but the loss 
of such a man in these times, when class draws away from class, is 


irreparable. He inherited from his father the geniality and the kindly 
interest which made him the friend of every man in every walk of 
life, and all of ns alike sorrow for his death. He had a brave outlook 
on life, and his courage never failed him to the end. He was a 
sportsman through and through. As a boy at Blair Lodge, he was a 
runner, a gymnast, and a football player. Later, owing to an accident 
to his arm, his proficiency at games was impaired, but he was always 
ready to take his part in any form of sport. He was a keen shot, 
and loved fishing, and the last talks we had were of old days on 
Tweed, and Quair, and Manor. He was an inimitable raconteur, and 
his slight stammer served to accentuate the point of his good stories. 
We have lost many friends during these sad years, but none more 
universally regretted nor more sincerely mourned." 

He that dies shall not die lonely, 

Many a one hath gone before ; 
He that lives shall bear no burden 

Heavier than the life they bore. 

Nothing ancient is their story, 

E'en but yesterday they bled, 
Youngest they of earth's Beloved, 

Last of all the valiant Dead. 

In the grave where tyrants thrust them, 

Lies their labour and their pain, 
But undying from their sorrow 

Springeth up the hope again. 

Mourn not, therefore, nor lament it, 

That the world outlives their life ; 
Voice and Vision yet they gave us, 

Making strong our hands for strife. 

Some had name, and fame, and honour, 
Learned they were, and wise and strong : 

Some were nameless, poor, unlettered, 
Weak in all but grief and wrong. 

Named and nameless, all live in us ; 

One and all they lead us yet 
Every pain to count for nothing, 

Every sorrow to forget. 




259. Sapper 3ohn fl>orteous. 

1Ro\?al Eiutinccrs. 

1919— January 28. 

MRS JAMES MURRAY, Venlaw Court, Peebles, received word that her 
eldest brother, Sapper JOHN PORTEOUS, Royal Engineers, had died on 
the 28th January, in Stobhill Military Hospital, Glasgow, as the result 
of pneumonia, contracted while on service in France, and for which 
he was invalided home the previous July. The deceased, who was 37 
years of age, previous to enlisting in September 1914, was employed 
as a blacksmith at Biggar, of which town he was a native. At one 
time, for over two years, he was employed by Mr John Fergusson, 
blacksmith, Peebles. Sapper Porteous, who was unmarried, went out 
to France in March 191 5. 

In lonely watches, night by night, 
Great visions burst upon my sight, 
Far down the stretches of the sky 
The Hosts of Dead go marching by. 

Strange ghostly banners o'er them float, 
Strange bugles sound an awful note, 
And all their faces and their eyes 
Are lit with starlight from the skies. 

The anguish and the pain have passed 
And peace has come to them at last ; 
But in the stern looks linger still 
The iron purpose and the will. 

Dear Christ, who reign'st above the flood 
Of human tears and human blood, 
A weary road these men have trod: 
Oh, house them in the Home of God. 



Private DAVID D. NlSBET. 


260. private 3>a\rifc BoiiQlas IRisbct. 

1Rov?al Hrmv Service Corps. 

1919 — February 16. 

PRIVATE DAVID DOUGLAS NlSBET was a wool-sorter in March Street 
Mills, Peebles, when he enlisted in the Black Watch. He was a 
member of Galashiels Harriers' Association, and also played Rugby 
while at Selkirk. He went through the Somme engagements, and 
was wounded, being again wounded at Ypres on the 31st July 1917. 
He died in Morelands Hospital, Peebles, in his 32nd year, leaving a 
widow and two children. 

Under the wide and starry sky 

Dig the grave and let me lie ; 
Glad did I live, and gladly die, 

And I laid me down with a will. 




Private Robert SCOUGALL. 


261. private IRobert Seougall. 

Seafortb IbigblanOers. 

1919 — February 17. 
AT Morelands Hospital, Peebles, there died on 17th February TQlg v 
Private ROBERT SCOUGALL, 3rd Seaforth Highlanders, aged 20 years, 
the third son of Mrs John Seougall, 57 North gate, Peebles. 

During the whole course of the Great War, next to the boys and 
men themselves, none suffered more poignantly than the mothers during 
their long-drawn-out strain of anxiety and uncertainty. The mothers 
of Tweeddale bore their share bravely, proudly, and uncomplainingly, 
those to be pitied most being the widowed mothers, all of whose sons, 
in many cases, were at the Front, with no husband in the home to 
sustain and comfort. One such was Mrs Seougall, who, deprived many 
years before of husband and breadwinner, had yet brought up her 
five boys in the unselfish and heroic manner characteristic of many 
brave Scots natures. But relentless war intervened: it claimed her 
boy Robert. She gave him up, as indeed she had become accustomed 
to give up everything. The training and exposure and severity were 
too much for his undeveloped youth. 'His spirit was as brave as that 
of all the other Peebles boys who fought for home and empire; but 
he was unable to rally, and succumbed on the 17th February 1919, 
after the war had ended. Great sympathy was felt for his bereaved 

Of Mrs Scougall's five sons, George was in the 8th Canadians; 
John was a despatch rider in the 46th Canadians, and received the 
Military Medal; Robert was in the 3rd Seaforths, and died as stated 
above; Andrew was a wireless operator in the Mercantile Marine; and 
Walter was an apprentice butcher. 

Even a father never knows 

The ache in a mother's heart, 
When she and the body her body bore 

Are severed and torn apart. 
The men wouldn't make these cursed wars 

If they knew of a body's worth, 
They wouldn't be blowing them all to bits 

If they had the pains of birth. 
But bless you, the men don't know they're born, 

For they get away scotfree. 
How can they know what their cruel wars, 

Are costing the likes of me? 
I was proud to give, I'd give again 

If I knew the Cause was right, 
For I wouldn't keep a son of mine 

When his duty called to fight. 





262. private William fIDaeon iRusscll. 

IRovjal Srmv ZlfocDical Corps. 

1919 — February 1 8. 

THE three sons of Mr and Mrs Robert Russell, Bavelaw, Peebles, all 
served with the Colours in France. The eldest — Muir — was at first a 
despatch rider, and ultimately obtained a commission as Lieutenant 
in the Royal Air Force, being demobilised after the war. The 
youngest boy, Signaller Charles L. Russell, Royal Scots, was reported 
missing on the 22nd March 1918. The second son, Private WILLIAM 
MASON RUSSELL, died at home of pneumonia (after four and a half 
years' service in the Royal Army Medical Corps), on the 18th February 
1919, aged 26 years. He was born on the 1st September 1892, and 
was educated at Kingsland School and Peebles Burgh and County 
High School. On leaving school he served his apprenticeship as a 
designer with D. Ballantyne & Co., March Street Mills, Peebles. When 
war broke out he joined the Royal Army Medical Corps, and trained 
in the 54th Field Ambulauce. Private Russell went to France in 
191 5, and was wounded at Longueval, on the Somme, in July 1916. 
He was invalided home, and at the time of his death was an 
attendant at Dykebar War Hospital, Paisley. 

Writing to Private Russell's parents, Captain D. Cuthbert Barron, 
54th Field Ambulance, said that Private Russell was liked by all. 
He was very enthusiastic and willing in his duties, and was an 
example to all his comrades. 

Many letters were also received from comrades, saying how 
much Private Russell was liked, and how he was admired for his 
fine character and lovable nature. 

O mother, mourning for the son who keeps 

His last dread watch by unfamiliar streams, 

Or for that other, gay of heart, who sleeps 

Where Tweed's sweet waters guard his secret dreams, 

Amid your tears take comfort for a space: 

They showed them worthy of their island race. 

Weep not for thy children, O mother, 

Wail not for the shortened life. 
Let brother not mourn for a brother 

Who fell in the foam of the strife. 
For Pain we had looked long upon her, 

And Danger and Death were as wine ; 
And Glory is ours, we have won her, 
O mother of mine. 

~y i a 


Lieutenant [AN THOMSON. 


263. Xicntcnant 3an ftbomson. 

IRcval Engineevs (attacbeti IRogal Sir jForce). 

1919 — February 25. 

MANY a bright young lad, whose future was rich with promise, was 
called on to make the supreme sacrifice in the Great War in defence 
of truth and righteousness. One such was Lieutenant IAN THOMSON, 
eldest son of Captain and Mrs John R. Thomson, Methil, and grandson 
of the late Captain George M. M'Laren, The Anchorage, Peebles. 

Lieutenant Thomson was educated at Buckhaven School, and the 
Headmaster considered him one of the brightest lads that had passed 
through his hands. He served his apprenticeship as a mining 
engineer with the Fife Coal Company in Leven, after which he went 
to Greenfield, Hamilton, where he was a mining student, attending the 
Technical College, Glasgow. In 1915, he accepted a commission in 
the Royal Engineers, and was in the 173rd Tunnelling Company for 
over two years, working round Loos. He was also in the Messines 
Sector. He was badly gassed on two occasions, and in hospital with 
trench fever also. In the end of 1 91 7 he was attached to the Royal 
Air Force, his specialities being photography and bombing. In April 
1918 he was wounded in the air, and in May his machine was brought 
down, and he was badly hurt, necessitating treatment in hospitals in 
France and London. After a month's leave, he went to Ipswich, and 
enjoyed the interesting work there. Just three weeks before his 
death Lieutenant Thomson had been appointed Navigation Officer, 
and proceeded to Ireland. He had only started his lectures in 
connection with his new post, near Dublin, when he was attacked by 
influenza. He was taken to hospital in Dublin, on Thursday, 20th 
February, and died the following Tuesday, in his 26th year. 

The Commanding Officer of an aeroplane experimental station in 
Suffolk wrote— "Your son was a universal favourite, and all the officers 
on the station join me in sending you our very sincere sympathy. 
Though originally attached to my department for a few months, I was 
very glad to be allowed to retain him for a longer period, as he was 
a keen and careful observer, extremely interested in his work, and 
always delighted to carry out any aerial duty, however arduous. 
When he left me, it was understood that his knowledge and experience 
of aerial navigation would be of great value to the Training Division." 

Lieutenant Thomson's brother, Hudson M'Laren Thomson, was a 
Lieutenant in the Black Watch, and was on Headquarters Staff in 
Germany with the British Army of Occupation. 


Supremely in His hand are you, 

To whom the mighty joy is given 

On eagles' wings to climb the blue, 

And, on the pinions of the winds, 

To sweep the boundless plains of Heaven. 

So to your minds be present this, 

For cheer in your necessities. 

If but as Pilot by your side 

He sits, upon Whose breath you ride, 

He shall preserve you from alarms, 

Spread wide His everlasting arms, 

And bear you safely up on high 

In His most noble company. 

Higher than most, to you is given 

To live — or, in His time, to die ; 

So bear you as White Knights of Heaven — 

The very flower of chivalry! 

Take Him as Pilot by your side, 

And, " All is well ! " whate'er betide. 



Private William M' Arthur. 





264. private William flVHrtbur. 

IRogal JficlO 2UttUen?. 

1919 — March 14. 

IN the spring of that fateful year 1914, a young gardener, WILLIAM 
M'ARTHUR by name, came from Stobo Castle Gardens to look after 
the rock garden at Minden, Peebles, then newly inaugurated by Sir 
Henry Ballantyne, where he still was when war broke out. 

William M'Arthur was born in Rothesay in 1892. He was educated 
at Dunblane Public School, and adopted the occupation of a gardener 
on leaving school. When war was declared he enlisted in the Royal 
Field Artillery. He was sent to Maryhill for training, and 

subsequently went on foreign service. He was in the retreat from 
Serbia. In the course of that retiral Private M'Arthur was reported 
missing, but managed to rejoin his column in a day or two. He 
afterwards served on the Struma front, and was in most of the 
engagements on that sector. On one occasion, when out with a gun 
team after dark, the whole outfit, men and horses, gun and waggon, 
went into a shell hole, and he lay for twelve hours with one of the waggon 
wheels on his leg, but was released at daylight. Later, he contracted 
malaria, and eventually was invalided home. He arrived at Merryflats 
Hospital, Govan, on 9th February 1918, and after being some months 
there he recovered sufficiently to be discharged, and was sent home to 
Stirling, where his parents resided. Private M'Arthur improved so far 
as to be able to visit Peebles in the autumn of 1918, but in March 
1919 he succumbed to an attack of influenza, which he had not the 
strength to throw off. He was a victim of the Great War as surely 
as if he had given up his life on the battlefield. 

His younger brother, James, was killed in action on the 28th June 
1917. Private M'Arthur had other four brothers serving King and 
country during the war. Two of these were wounded but got all 
right again. 

. . . After all, you died not. We've no fear 

But that, long ages hence, you will be near — 

A thought by night — on the warm wind a breath, 

Making for courage, putting by old Death, 

Living wherever men are not afraid 

Of aught but making bravery a parade; 

Yes, parleying with fear, they'll pause and say, 

" At Gommecourt boys suffered worse that day ; " 

Or, hesitating on some anxious brink, 

They will become heroic when they think, 

" Did they not rise mortality above 

Who staked a lifetime all made sweet with love?" 




265. private 3)av>to Stewart. 

IRoval Scots. 

1919 — March 27. 

WHEN M'Crae's Battalion was formed in Edinburgh in the autumn of 
1914, among the first to join up was DAVID STEWART, who had been 
a butcher in Peebles for about twelve years, with Tweedie Brothers and 
also with the Co-Operative Society. Private Stewart was wounded at 
Ypres in 1915, and also in the fighting on the Somme in 1916. On 
the latter occasion his sister, Mrs R. Arbuckle, Edinburgh, received 
information from his Commanding Officer and the War Office that 
her brother had been killed in action, but subsequently a letter came 
to hand from Private Stewart himself, saying that he had been severely 
wounded. He was sent over to Britain, and was again drafted to 
France in 1917, being present at the taking of Arras. He afterwards 
suffered from a dangerous attack of pneumonia, but got over it, and 
was again on service in France in 1918. He was along with the 2nd 
Royal Scots in the great advance in the autumn of that year, and was 
present at the taking of Cambrai. He was in the ranks of the first 
Regiment to cross the Rhine. Private Stewart died in the 44th 
Casualty Clearing Station, Cologne, on the 27th March 1919, in his 
36th year. He was greatly liked by his comrades and officers. 

True it is that Death's face seems stern and cold, 
When he is sent to summon those we love, 
But all God's angels come to us disguised; 
Sorrow and sickness, poverty and death, 
One after other lifts their frowning masks, 
And we behold the seraph's face beneath, 
All radiant with the glory and the calm 
Of having looked upon the front of God. 

With every anguish of our earthly part 

The spirit's sight grows clearer ; this was meant 

When Jesus touched the blind man's lids with clay. 

Life is the gaoler, Death the angel sent 

To draw the unwilling bolts and set us free. 





266. private 2>avii> Muibtman ©rmtetoru 

Hustralian SFitiperfal Jporce. 

1919— April 9. 

THREE sons of Sergeant-Major Thomas Ormiston, of Brisbane, 
Queensland, Australia (grandsons of the. late Thomas Ormiston, joiner, 
Kingsmeadows Road, Peebles), were fated to fall in the Great War. 
The third to fall was Private DAVID WlGHTMAN ORMISTON, who died 
of wounds, aged 23 years and 3 months, on the 9th of April 1919. 
Sergeant-Major Ormiston's four sons were on active service. Three — 
John, David, and Andrew — fell, while Tom survived. 

You shall see it ended, 
The mighty work to which your souls are set : 
If from Beyond, then with the Vision Splendid, 
You shall smile back and never know regret. 

Do you hear a deep voice calling? — 

Calling persistently? — 
Like the sound of God's great waters, 

Calling insistently? 
'Tis the voice of our Dead, our myriad Dead, 

Calling to you and me — 
By the red deaths we have suffered, 

By the fiery paths we trod, 
By the lives we gave All Life to save, 

We call you back to God. 



Private David PHILP. 


267. private ©avifc |pbtlp. 

IRogal Scots. 

1919- — June 28. 

THERE passed away at his house, 8 Venlaw Court, Peebles, on the 
28th June 1919, Private DAVID PHILP, Royal Scots, son of George 
Philp, Bridgehouse Terrace, Peebles. Private Philp joined up on the 
1st of June 1916, being employed previously in March Street Mills. 
He was in the Army for three years, and was in the big advance of 
the 2lst March 1918. He left a widow and three children. A brother, 
Sergeant George Philp, was killed on the 25th September 1915. 

Honour, honour, honour shall for ever 
Rest upon the fallen. 
All their sleeping 
Shall be hushed with murmured praises. 
Music from the heart escaping, 
Softly sighing, 
Lo ! the dead are as the living, sleeping 
Folded to the nation"s breast. 

In the hearts of parents, sons, and daughters, 
In the hearts where eyes alone have spoken, 
Are the temples of remembrance. 
Altars know the burning anguish, 

Surging tears 
Drink up the fire that love set flaming, 
But the fallen, 
But the sleeping, 
Have no dreams of weeping. 

O! ye thousand bosoms of remembrance! 
O ! ye hallowed altars wet with weeping ! 
Honour, honour, honour shall for ever 
Rest upon the fallen, happy fallen, 
In God's keeping. 




Sergeant CHARLES W. MOODIE (scaled). 
fllMlitars fl&c&al. 


268. Sergeant Charles Matson flftooMc. 

/military; Abe&afe 

IRoval Engineers. 

1919 — July 21. 

Sergeant Charles Watson Moodie, of the Royal Engineers, died 
at 20a Cross Street, Peebles, on the 2lst July 1919. Deceased, who 
was a native of Kirkcaldy, joined the Boys' Brigade of that town when 
a boy, and was a member for five years. He then joined the Fife 
Volunteers as a trumpeter (his father being Sergeant-Trumpeter and 
Bandmaster in the same Corps). He remained in the Corps (having in 
the interval become Corporal) until the Volunteers gave place to the 
Territorial Force. He then joined the National Reserve. He came 
to Peebles about 1912, entering the employment of Thomas Murray, 
joiner, Damdale. He speedily became a member of Peebles Silver 
Band, and continued an enthusiastic player up to the time of his 
enlistment in January 1915- Deceased had almost four years' service 
in France. During that time he was twice gassed, and latterly he 
seemed to suffer a great deal from the effects of the gas. For his 
gallantry in the field he was awarded the Military Medal. Sergeant 
Moodie was much liked by all who knew him. He lost his only 
brother, a Lieutenant in the Royal Air Force, who was killed in action 
in September 1918. Much sympathy was felt for Sergeant Moodie's 
parents and his two sisters, who were all present when he passed 

Him, the gods loving, took while life was young: 

Say rather (clinging to a wiser creed), 

God took, and suddenly, on wings of speed, 

Bore to the utter quietness, far flung, 

Of fields Elysian, where the horrid tongue 

Of battle is not. For He knew his need 

Better than those who knew him well indeed, 

Loving him best. Above his grave is rung 

The death-knell of all things which hurt the sense, 

And vex the mind, and plague the soul of man, 

Tingeing the rainbow colours of his best 

Dreams drably; and hath cried a voice, "Go hence! 

Old Angel Time, to weary whom you can, 

The while my well-beloved child hath rest." 


We are compassed about with so great a cloud of -witnesses. 

FOR all the saints who from their labours rest, 
Who Thee by faith before the World confessed, 
Thy name, O Jesus, be for ever blest. 

Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress, and their Might; 
Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well-fought fight; 
Thou, in the darkness drear, their one true light. 

O may Thy soldiers, faithful, true, and bold, 
Fight as the Saints who nobly fought of old, 
And win, with them, the Victor's crown of gold. 

O blest communion, fellowship Divine ! 
We feebly struggle, they in glory shine; 
Yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine. 

And when the strife is fierce, the warfare long 

Steals on the ear the distant triumph song, 

And hearts are brave again, and arms are strong. 

The golden evening brightens in the West; 
Soon, soon to faithful warriors cometh rest ; 
Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest. 

But, lo ! there breaks a yet more glorious day : 
The Saints triumphant rise in bright array, 
The King of Glory passes on his way. 

From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's furthest coast; 
Through gates of pearl streams in the countless host, 
Singing to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

Hallelujah I 


How bright these glorious spirits shine ! 

Whence all their white array? 
How came they to the blissful seats 

Of everlasting day? 
Lo! these are they from suff'rings great, 

Who came to realms of light, 
And in the blood of Christ have wash'd 

These robes which shine so bright. 

Now, with triumphal palms, they stand 

Before the throne on high, 
And serve the God they love, amidst 

The glories of the sky. 
His presence fills each heart with joy, 

Tunes ev'ry mouth to sing: 
By day, by night, the sacred courts 

With glad hosannahs ring. 

Hunger and thirst are felt no more, 

Nor suns with scorching ray; 
God is their sun, whose cheering beams 

Diffuse eternal day. 
The Lamb which dwells amidst the throne 

Shall o'er them still preside; 
Feed them with nourishment divine, 

And all their footsteps guide. 

'Mong pastures green He'll lead His flock, 

Where living streams appear; 
And God the Lord from ev'ry eye 

Shall wipe off ev'ry tear. 



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Group of Boys at Haly Rude School, Peebles. 
.■Ill but three became soldiers: seven fell (marked with a cross). 

ist Ron* — James Day, John Davidson, George Chalmers, Robert Russell, James Braid, John M'Intyre, 
Alexander Turnbull, W. Thomson. 

2nd Row — John Smith, Thomas Caldwell, Lieutenant, Rosetta Road (killed); Thomas Taylor, Dickson 
Place (killed); Thomas Harris, Walter Cavers, Thomas Ramsay, Old Town (killed); Jardine Steele, 
Andrew Johnston, Charles Wallace, Thomas Morris. 

3rd AW— Robert Scott, The Glen (killed); David Smith, George Dodds, John Yellowlees, Walter 
Baillie, Tweedside Mill (died during war); Allan Ker, John Lawson, Cross Road (died during war); 
Stewart Russell, Harry Murray, Adam Todd, Frank Bain. 

.//// Row — William Coulthard, William Russell, Bavelaw (died during war); Henry Mackay, Ebenezer 
Broadhead, Henry Morris, George Hamilton, William Clark, Hugh Dougall, Edderston Road (killed). 


To the bereaved wives and children, fathers and mothers, brothers, 
sisters, and sweethearts of these gallant Tweeddale boys and men, 
this message from the King: — 

H£ whom tbis scroll commemorates was numbereb 
among those who, at the call of IRimj anb Country 
left all that was bear to them, enbureb baroness, faccb 
banger, anb finally passeb out of the sight of men b\> 
the path of tmtj> anb self-sacrifice, giving up their own 
lives that others might live in freebom. 

Xet those who come after see to it 
that his name be not forgotten. 

I join with my grateful people 

in sending 3^011 this memorial 

of a brave life given for others 

in the Great War. 



List of Officers connected with Peeblesshire who served during the 

Great War: — 
Anderson, Alexander, Lieutenant, Labour Company (Royal Engineers) 

— Military Cross. 
Baird, Barrington H., Captain, Highland Light Infantry. 
Baird, J., Second Lieutenant. 

Balfour, A. R., Captain, Lanarkshire Yeomanry — Military Cross. 
Balfour, F. R. S., Lieutenant-Colonel. 
Ballantyne, Basil, Lieutenant. 
Ballantyne, Colin, Captain, Royal Scots. 
Ballantyne, David, Major, 8th Royal Scots — Order of the British 

Ballantyne, George Harrison, Captain, 8th Royal Scots. 
Ballantyne, H. Basil Norman, 5th Dragoon Guards. 
Ballantyne, J. A., Hon. Captain, Volunteers. 
Ballantyne, J. K., Lieutenant, Royal Scots. 
Ballantyne, T. H., Hon. Captain, Volunteers. 
Ballantyne, W. E., Lieutenant. 

Bartholomew, G. H., Captain, Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders. 
Bartholomew, I., Captain, Gordon Highlanders — Military Cross; thrice 

Mentioned in Despatches. 
Bartholomew, L., Lieutenant. 

Bertram, James Noel, Lieutenant, 7th Royal Scots. 
Best, Harrower, Second Lieutenant. 
Best, John, Second Lieutenant, Suffolk Regiment and Norfolk 

Black, James E., Captain, Royal Scots Reserve. 
Blackwood, George Glendinning, Captain, 8th Seaforth Highlanders — 

Military Cross. 
Blackwood, Robert C, Acting Lieutenant-Colonel, Captain, 3rd Royal 

Scots — Military Cross. 
Blackwood, William Thorburn, A/Captain, Lieutenant, 8th Royal Scots 

Military Cross. 
Bonsor, Robert Black, Lieutenant, 9th Highland Light Infantry. 
Boyd, Andrew, Captain, Seaforths -Military Cross. 
Boyd, George, Lieutenant, Seaforths. 
Boyd, James, Captain, Royal Army Medical Corps — Military Cross, 

British War Medal, Victory Medal. 
Bremner, Dugald C, Major, Royal Army Medical Corps. 
Brodie, Patrick, Captain, Highland Light Infantry. 
Brodie, W. L., Lieutenant-Colonel, Highland Light Infantry -Victoria 

Cross, Military Cross. 


Brown, James M'Gill, Second Officer, Mercantile Marine. 

Brown, John Ingram, Second Lieutenant, l/8th Royal Scots. 

Brown, J. Rossie, Second Lieutenant, 3rd Royal Scots. 

Brown, Thomas A., Captain, Mercantile Marine. 

Brown, Thomas G., Lieutenant, Cameron Highlanders — -Military Cross. 

Bryce, Percival, Captain, Special Reserve, Royal Garrison Artillery — 
Mentioned in Despatches. 

Bryden, Charles J., Captain, Royal Engineers. 

Buchan, Alastair, Lieutenant, Highland Light Infantry (Royal Scots 

Caldwell, Tom, Second Lieutenant, King's Own Scottish Borderers — 
Military Medal. 

Carmichael, Alexander David Gibson, Lieutenant, Royal Navy. 

Clark, William Muir, Lieutenant, Royal Highlanders. 

Clarkson, Alexander, Second Lieutenant, Highland Light Infantry 
(Labour Battalion). 

Colledge, T. H. M., Hon. Lieutenant, Volunteers. 

Constable, Douglas, Lieutenant, Grenadier Guards. 

Crawford, James Donaldson, Staff Captain, 1st Royal Scots — Military 

Crockett, George Milner, Lieutenant, Royal Navy. 

Cruickshanks, Lieutenant, Tank Corps. 

Cunningham, Howard Usher, Captain and Adjutant, Royal Irish 
Regiment (Pioneers) — Military Cross. 

Cunningham, J. Miller, Captain, Reserve of Officers. 

Cunningham, St Clair Usher, Captain, Royal Field Artillery — Military 

Darling, A., Lieutenant, Royal Scots. 

Davidson, John, Lieutenant and Quartermaster, Highland Light 

Dickson, M. R., Lieutenant-Colonel (Temporary) — Distinguished Service 
Order, Grand Officer, Legion of Honour. 

Dickson, Robert, Major, Durham Light Infantry — Distinguished Service 
Order, Legion of Honour. 

Douglas, Sir William, Major-General. War Services — Bechuanaland 
Expedition, 1S84-1885, as Adjutant, 1st Battalion Royal Scots. 
South African War, 1900-1902, Commanded 1st Battalion Royal 
Scots, and subsequently a Mobile Column (Despatches). The 
Great War, 1914-1917, in Command of 42nd Division, including 
operations in Egypt, Dardanelles, and Sinai. Mentioned four 
times in Despatches. Honours — South African War, Distin- 
guished Service Order; Staff Service, Commander of the Bath; 
Dardanelles, Knight Commander of St Michael and St George, 
Croix de Guerre with Palm Leaf. 



DouglaSj Lady — Lady of Grace of St John of Jerusalem, for twenty 

months Lady Superintendent of Third Red Cross Hospital at 

Alexandria; three times Mentioned in Despatches. 
Dryden, Murray M., Lieutenant, 4th King's Own Scottish Borderers — 

British War Medal, Victory Medal. 
Duthie, James Robertson, Lieutenant, 6th Royal Scots. 
Erskine, David, Commander, Royal Navy. 
Euman, John, Lieutenant, Royal Scots. 
Euman, Joseph, Lieutenant, 2nd Highland Light Infantry — British War 

Medal, Victory Medal. 
Fell, The Hon. Mrs David — Medal of Queen Elizabeth of Belgium for 

War Work. 
Ferguson, Andrew James, Major, Royal Army Medical Corps. 
Ferguson, Duncan M., Lieutenant, King's Own Scottish Borderers. 
Ferguson, Ian A. G., Captain, Royal Scots. 
Forrest, Peter, Lieutenant, Royal Scots. 

Forrester, James David, Captain, Royal Army Medical Corps. 
Forrester, Robert Cairns, Lieutenant, 9th Royal Scots. 
Gillespie, Douglas A., Second Lieutenant, Royal Air Force — Mentioned 

in Despatches. 
Gillespie, George A., Lieutenant, I/I Northants Yeomanry — Military 

Gillespie, J. M., Captain, Royal Army Medical Corps — Military Cross. 
Gillespie, M. G., Lieutenant, Seaforth Highlanders — Military Cross. 
Gillespie, S. P., Captain, 1st Battalion Gordon Highlanders — Military 

Gillet, Fred T., Lieutenant, Royal West Kent Regiment. 
Grierson, J., Second Lieutenant, Liverpool Regiment — 1914 Star, 

British War Medal, Victory Medal. 
Gunn, George, Temporary Engineer-Commander, Royal Navy. 
Gunn, John C, Lieutenant, Malay Rifles. 
Halley, David B., Lieutenant, Royal Air Force. 
Harvey, The Hon. Lady, Lady of Grace of the Order of St John of 

Jerusalem -- Medal of Queen Elizabeth of Belgium for War 

Work; Certificate presented by Joint Committee of British Red 

Cross Society; Order of St John of Jerusalem, in recognition of 

valuable services rendered during the war. 
Hastings, Robert Alexander, Captain, Royal Scots — Military Cross. 
Hay, Sir Duncan, Staff— 1914 Star with bar; War and Military Medals. 
Hislop, James, Captain, Cameronians - Military Cross. 
[nglis, Gordon Stewart, Major, Lowland Field Company, Royal 

Engineers — Military Cross, Mentioned in Despatches. 
Inglis, Robert John Mathison, Captain, Royal Engineers, 
[ack, William Braidwood, Lieutenant, 7'h Hussars. 


Jackson, G., Lieutenant, Scottish Horse (attached l/8th King's Own 

Scottish Borderers) — 1914 Star with Bar, Victory Medal, British 

War Medal. 
Jackson, L. T., Captain, Punjab Regiment (Indian Army). 
Jackson, T., Lieutenant, 7th Royal Welsh Fusiliers — 1914 Star with 

Bar, Victory Medal, and British War Medal. 
Jardine, J., Lieutenant, Royal Scots — Military Cross. 
Ker, John, Captain, Royal Army Veterinary Corps. 
Laidlaw, J., Lieutenant, Royal Scots. 
Laidlaw, T., Lieutenant, 2nd Royal Scots — Distinguished Conduct 

Medal, Victory Medal, British War Medal. 
Laidlaw, William, Captain, 8th Royal Scots. 
Macdonald, Peter, Lieutenant, Black Watch. 
MacGregor, Roy, Captain, Machine Gun Corps. 
Mackay, A. W., Lieutenant, Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve. 
Mackenzie, Kenneth, Captain, Royal Scots — Royal Humane Society's 

MacKichan, Edward, Commander, Royal Navy. 
MacKichan, Kenneth, Lieutenant, Royal Air Force. 
MacRobert, Peter Carmichael, Lieutenant, Royal Army Medical 

Manson, James Kennedy, Captain, Royal Army Medical Corps. 
Marshall, Henry R., Captain, Highland Light Infantry and Lanarkshire 

Marshall, James R., Captain, Lothians and Border Horse. 
Marshall, Legh Richmond H. P., Captain, Royal Army Medical Corps 

—Order of the British Empire; twice Mentioned in Despatches. 
Martin, Hugh Forgan, Lieutenant, Highland Light Infantry. 
Martin, John Steele, Second Lieutenant, Northumberland Fusiliers — 

Italian Silver Medal for Valour. 
Martin, Rev. Thomas, D.D., Chaplain to the Forces (4th Class). 
Martin Thomas, Major, Royal Army Medical Corps. 
Maxwell, Edgar Holgate, Captain, 8th Royal Scots — King's and 

Queen's South African Medals, 5 bars; 1914 Star with bar; 

British War Medal, Victory Medal, Long Service and Good 

Conduct Medal. 
Maxwell, Edgar Holgate, Lieutenant, 1,9th King's Liverpool Regiment 

— Military Cross, British War Medal, Victory Medal. 
Melrose; Robert A. G., Lieutenant, Seaforth Highlanders. 
Meredith, Philip, Captain, Machine Gun Corps — Military Cross. 
Middleton, George, Commandant, Convoi de l'Ecosse — Croix de 

Guerre, with Bronze Star of the Regiment, Silver Star of the 

Corps, Gold Star of the Army. 
Mitchell, 'Rev. David C, M.A., Chaplain to the Forces. 


Murray. Arthur Alexander Wolfe, Brigadier-General. Medals — South 
African War, Queen's and King's; Great War. Orders — 
Commander of the Bath. Services — Commanded 1st Highland 
Light Infantry, Commanding Officer of a Brigade, 191 5. 

Murray, Hon. Arthur Cecil, M.P., Lieutenant-Colonel, King Edward's 
Horse, China Medal (1900), Companion of the Order of St 
Michael and St George, Distinguished Service Order, Mentioned 
in Despatches (1915); 1914-1915 Star; War Medals. 

Murray, Charles R., Lieutenant, King's Own Scottish Borderers. 

Murray, George Wolfe, Lieutenant, Reserve of Officers, late Seaforth 
Highlanders. Temporary-Captain, Royal Army Service Corps. 
Services — Invalided in 1916. Medals — Nile Expedition, 1898, 
Medal and Clasp; Khedive's Medal. 

Murray, The Hon. Gideon, M.P. 1914-1915 — Administrator and Com- 
mander-in-Chief, St Vincent, West Indies, and Lieutenant- 
Colonel commanding the Local Defence Forces. IQ15-1917 — 
Administrator and Commander-in-Chief, St Lucia, West Indies 
(Naval Coaling Base). 191/-1918 — Food Commissioner, Glasgow 
and Western Counties of Scotland. 

Murray, Sir James Wolfe, Lieutenant-General. Services — General 
Officer Commander-in-Chief, South Africa, 1914; Chief of the 
Imperial Staff, 1914-15; General Officer Commander-in-Chief, 
Eastern Command, 1916-18. Medals— Ashanti Star, 1896; South 
African War, Queen's Medal; Great War. Orders — Knight 
Commander of the Bath; St Anne of Russia (First Class, with 
Swords); White Eagle of Russia; Grand Cordon Sacred 
Treasure, Japan. Decorations — Delhi Durbar Medal. 

Murray, James Wolfe, Captain, Royal Navy. Services — Present at 
Battle of the Falkland Islands; Officer Commanding British 
Naval Mission, Siberia. Medals, &c. — These include Distin- 
guished Service Order, Croix de Guerre, &c, &c. 

Murray, Philip George Wolfe, Lieutenant, Royal Naval Volunteer 
Reserve — Died on Active Service in 1916. 

Murray, Robert Alexander Wolfe, Brevet-Major, Gordon Highlanders — 
Mentioned in Despatches twice, Distinguished Service Order, 
Military Cross. 

Nicholson, Dunbar, Captain, 8th Royal Scots. 

Nicol, N. G. D. H., Lieutenant, Royal Flying Corps. 

Ormiston, Agnes Jane, Nurse, Royal Red Cross (Second Class). 

Pennel, Alexander Norval, Captain, Royal Air Force. 

Plew, Ferdinand, Captain, Royal Scots. 

Potts, J. P., Lieutenant, London Regiment. 

Pringle, James Douglas, Staff-Captain, Royal Scots. 

Pringle, George, Second Lieutenant, Royal Garrison Artillery. 


Purdie, Thomas I., Lieutenant, Gordon Highlanders. 

Renwick, John, Captain, Royal Army Medical Corps. 

Richardson, Alex. Stuart, Lieutenant, Royal Garrison Artillery. 

Ridded, Janetta, Royal Red Cross. 

Ritchie, Robert A. D., Captain, Royal Scots — Mentioned in Despatches. 

Ritchie, Robert L., Acting-Major, Royal Army Medical Corps. 

Robertson, Charles Maclver, Lieutenant-Colonel, Royal Field Artillery 
and Royal Air Force — Officer of the British Empire, 1914-15 
Star, Mentioned in Despatches, British War Medal, Victory 

Robertson, J. Morton, Captain, 3rd Royal Scots. 

Russell, John Muir, Lieutenant, Royal Air Force. 

Russell, Rev. Oliver, M.A., Chaplain to the Forces. 

Russell, Robert Alexander, Lieutenant, Royal Field Artillery. 

Smith, Alex. Hay, Lieutenant, King's Own Scottish Borderers. 

Smith, Nicol, Engineer-Lieutenant, 

Smith, Robert, Cadet, Royal Scots. 

Sneddon, William, Captain, King's Royal Rifle Corps — Military Cross. 

Snow, George Wilkie, Second Lieutenant, Royal Scots. 

Somerville, John, Lieutenant, Royal Air Force. 

Somerville, Robert, Lieutenant (Acting Captain), 2./i8th Indian 

Strawbridge, Harry T., Lieutenant, Royal Navy. 

Sutherland, A., Lieutenant-Colonel, Royal Highlanders — Military Cross. 

Sutherland, Arthur H. C, Captain, 2nd Battalion the Black Watch- 
served as Regimental Officer in France, October 1914 to May 
191 5 (wounded); Military Secretary, First Army, May 1917 to 
Armistice; four times Mentioned in Despatches, Officer of the 
Order of the British Empire (Military Division); Military Cross, 
Chevalier of the Legion of Honour; Mons Star. 

Sutherland, Henry H., Lieutenant-Colonel, 2nd Battalion The Black 
Watch — served as a Regimental Officer at the Front throughout 
the War, Commanded Battalions of the Black Watch and other 
Regiments in France and later in Russia, wounded (March 1915); 
several times Mentioned in Despatches, Distinguished Service 
Order, Mons Star. 

Taggart, Harry, Second Lieutenant, Argyll and Sutherland High- 

Tennant, Hon. Edward Wyndham, Lieutenant, Grenadier Guards. 

Thomson, Rev. George Thomas, Lieutenant, 8th Royal Scots (Pioneers), 
General Staff Intelligence, Grand Headquarters, Egyptian Ex- 
peditionary Force. 

Thomson, R. M., Captain, Royal Scots. 

Thorburn, Walter Milne, Royal Army Service Corps. 


Thorburn, Walter Ernest, Captain, 8th Royal Scots. 

Thorburn, Charles, Major, Reserve of Officers — Legion d'Honneur, 
Mentioned in Despatches. 

Thorburn, Robert, Sub-Lieutenant, Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve. 

Thorburn, William (Craigerne), Lieutenant-Colonel, County Command- 
ant, Volunteers. 

Thorburn, William (Kingsmuir), Lieutenant-Colonel, 8th Royal Scots — 
Distinguished Service Order; Mentioned in Despatches. 

Thorburn, Robert Murray, Captain, 8th Royal Scots — Twice Mentioned 
in Despatches. 

Thorburn, Malcolm M., Captain, Royal Highlanders — Military Cross. 

Thorburn, Ronald M., Captain, Machine Gun Corps — Croix de Guerre. 

Thorburn, Adam Brown, Lieutenant-Colonel, Argyll and Sutherland 
Highlanders — Mentioned in Despatches. 

Thorburn, M. Hunter, Captain, Lanarkshire Yeomanry and Tank Corps. 

Thorburn, Michael P., Captain, 9th Royal Scots. 

Tudhope, Thomas, Second Lieutenant, Lanarkshire Yeomanry and 
Scottish Rifles. 

Turnbull, James, Lieutenant, 3rd Cameron Highlanders — Military Cross. 

Turner, Herbert Stewart, Lieutenant, Royal Naval Reserve. 

Veitch, James, Lieutenant, 3rd Cameron Highlanders — Military Cross. 

Veitch, Michael, Lieutenant, 5/6th Royal Scots — Military Cross. 

Veitch, William, Captain, Cameron Highlanders, attached to Machine 
Gun Corps. 

Watt, Adam, Hon. Captain, Volunteers. 

Watt, Phoebe, Nurse — Royal Red Cross (First Class), Delhi Durbar 
Medal, Mons Star, Allies' Medal, Victory Medal, thrice Men- 
tioned in Despatches. 

Welsh, A., Lieutenant, Army Service Corps. 

Welsh, D. C, Captain, Royal Army Medical Corps. 

Welsh, Robin, Captain, Border Regiment. 

White, A., Lieutenant and Quartermaster, 8th Royal Scots — Mentioned 
in Despatches. 

Yellowlees, John, Captain, Durham Light Infantry — Military Cross. 

Young, Hugh, Second Lieutenant, Seaforth Highlanders — 1914-15 Star, 
British War Medal, Victory Medal. 

Young, J, mies, Captain, 8th Royal Scots. 

Young, James, Major, Royal Engineers, Indian Army Reserve of 
( )fficers — Member of the British Empire, twice Mentioned in 
Despatches, Afghan Medal, British War Medal, Victory Medal. 

Young, John, Captain, Royal Scols -Belgian Croix de Guerre, British 
War Medal, Victory Medal. 











Standalane, Peebles. 

Corporal JOHN LAWSON, 

Bugler James Moffat, 

Vooper James Hear: 

Piper David Smith, 



Standalane, Peebles. 

Trooper John French, 

Trooper GAVIN Tudhope 
Dawyck, Stobo. 

Men of 'till Volunteer Battalion The Royal Scots and Lanarkshire Yeomanry 

Who Volunteered al the firsl call for Service in South Africa, January [900. 
OJ the ii/'",;-. the following three fell in the Great War, T914-1918 James Moffat, 

John French, Gavin Tudhope. 


War Memorial Panel, in Drill Hall, Peebles. 

To the Memory of the Officers and Men from the County of Peebles who died 
for King and Country during the War in Soutli Africa, 1899-1902. 

Captain the Hon. Edward O. Murray, 79th Cameron Highlanders and 

Lovat Scouts, Elandskloof, September 20, 1901. 
Sergeant John Lawrie, 3rd Battalion, King's Own Scottish Borderers, 

Bulawayo, July 1 3, 19OL 
Lance-Corporal William Mitchell, 2nd Battalion Black Watch, Bloem- 

fontein, January 12, 1902. 
Private Thomas Dickson, 6th V.B. Royal Scots (Volunteers), Pretoria, 

May 12, 1901. 
Private James Watson, 1st Royal Scots, Germiston, November 7, 1900. 

"Sweet and becoming it is to die for one's Country." 


Tin ■ munificent generosity of Sir Henry Ballan- 
tyne, and of Mr Frank S. Turnbull, of New York, 
rendered this, work possible. The conscientious and 
painstaking labours of Mr Allan Smyth and his 
Staff made for its accuracy. I tender to all my 
grateful thanks. 


Ainsworth, Glen, . 

Alexander, Annie, 

Amos, James, 

Anderson, Edward G. A., 

Anderson, John Dunlop, 

Archibald, Thomas Malcolm, 

Baigrie, William. . 

Baillie, James Hogg, 

Bain, Alexander, . 

Bain, Gilbert, 

Bain, John, . 

Ball, Frank, 

Black, John James, 

Blake, George, 

Bogle, Alexander, 

Booth, Patrick Dick, 

Bortfield, George, 

Brockie, James Kerr, 

Brockie, John, 

Brockie, John Kerr, 

Brownlee, John. 

Brown, Joseph, 

Brown, Thomas Alexander, 

Bruce, James, 

Brunton, John, 

Caldwell, John, 
Caldwell, Tom, 
Campbell, Walter Mellish, 
Carlan, George D., 
Cavers, Joss Murray, 
Clark, William Muir, 
Conlan, Peter, 
Craig, Herbert, 
Currie, Charles Simpson, 

Dougall, Hugh W.. 
Diummond, John. 
Duncan, Arthur, 
Dunn. George A.. . 

Elliot, Walter, 

Forbes, James, 
Frame, Robert, 

Gethin, John. 
Gibb, Alexander, . 
Gorman, Edward Graham. 
Gray, John White, 

Hamilton, James Haldane, 































Hamilton, Robert Hunter, 

Hannan, James, 

Henderson, George, 

Hislop, James, 

Holmes, William Dickson, 

Hume, Robert Charles Drummond 

Hunter, Nicholas, 

Inglis, William, 
Inverarity, Fred, 

Laidlaw, John, 

Lamb, Albert Vickers, . 

Lawson, John. 

Little, James, 

Lockie, Thomas Corbett, 

Marr, James, 
Mason, Alexander 
Mathison, John, 
Mathison, John. 
Maule, James, 
Michie, William, 
Mitchell, Adam, 
Mitchell, Andrew S., 
Monilaws, Selwyn M., 
Moodie, Charles Watson, 

Maclauchlan, John S., . 
Macnab, John, 
M "Arthur, William, 
M'Cabe, James, 
M'Kay, Robert, 
M'Lean, John Clapperton, 
M 'Martin, John, . 
M'Morran, William, 
M 'Robert, John, . 

Neilson, Hamilton, 
Nisbet, David Douglas, . 

Ormiston, Andrew Grahame, 
Ormiston, David Wightman. 
Ormiston, John, 
Ormiston, Thomas, 

Pace, William, 
Philp, David, 
Pieroni, Richard, 
Porteous, John, 
Preston, William. 

Ramsay, James, 



















Ramsay, Thomas M'Luckie, 


Reid, John, . 


Reid, William, 


Russell, Charles L. , 


Russell, Eric, 


Russell, William Mason, 


Sadler, David, 


Sadler, Mrs David, 


Scougall, Robert, . 


Smith, William Derryman, 


Steele, Andrew Chalmers, 


Sterrick, John, 


Stewart, David, 


Stewart, Walter James, . 


Struthers, Adam R., 


Swindley, Colin, 


Tarry, Frederick George, 


Taylor, Thomas, 


Thiem, Ernest William, . 


Thomson, Ian, 
Thomson, John, 
Thomson, John Lawson, 
Thorburn, Walter Ernest, 
Turnhull, James, 
Turnhull. John. 
Turner, John, 

Veitch, Alexander, 
Veitch, James, 
Veitch, Michael, 

Walker, Alexander, 
Walker. Robert D.. 
Wilson, Alexander. 
Wilson, Charles Edward, 
Wilson, James Spence, . 
Wood, Robert, 

Young, Andrew, 
Young, Andrew George, 



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Adonais, ..... 

After all, you died not, . 

After the Storm, .... 

Ah, how we miss him, . 

All peace is here, 

All the dear ones we have lost, 

All through the blood-red autumn, 

A mother understands, . 

And is this all? was all in vain? 

And so for me, .... 

And so you fell, . 

And you from the Dominions, 

And you. in whom it was not given, 

An Early Christian, 

Are you sleeping? .... 

As 1 walk through the valley of shadow 

Hold watchers of the deeps, 

Brother, now thy toils are o'er, 

But now — Well . . All's well, . 

But 'lis an old belief, 

By the grace of God and the courage, 

Can it be true that thou art dead? . 
Cardinal Mercier on the fallen soldier, 
Christians were on the earth, . 
( lose bis eyes, .... 

( .iimc, let us drink. 

( lould ye come back to me, 

Dear Lord, I hold my band to take, 

I (earn i i unheralded, 

I )irg<- lor a Soldier, 


Even a fathei never knows, 




Farewell, thou fair day, . . . . 



b'oi all the saints, . . . . . 



For all your tender years, 



For them the morning choir, . 



For you, our dead, . . . . 




Gin God wills that he's to fa', 



Gin I should la', .... 



Give me, O Lord, a soldier's rest, . 



God called you by the telephone, . 



God gave my son, .... 



God, is it You? .... 



God, who created me, 



God will gather all these scattered. 



God willed him a musician, 


1 1?~ 

Going to the Front, 



Mark! 'Tis the rush, . 



He'd fought since ever he could crawl, 



He gave his glory for his country's sake, 



lie has outsoared, 



He loved his mates, 


lie nobly answered duty's call, 



I [ere, we have life, 

4 l > 


I le's a-slavin' at the guns, 



He that dies shall not die lonely, 



lb was just a common soldier. 



1 liin. the gods loving, 



I lis country's call he answered, 


1 lis mother bids him go, 



1 lonour, honour, honour. 



I low bright these glorious spirits, 




1 1 oin lime be come. 


I! you have come. 



If you were to ask me, 




I had no heart, . . 

In a Hospital. 

In Chapel, .... 

In each other's faces. 

In Hoc Signo Yinces, 

In lonely watches night by night. 

In the first freshness, 

In the glen when I w : as young, 

In the grey days of March, 

I remember your face, 

I saw them leave me, one by one, 

I see their shining eyes, 

I sing the hymn of the conquered, 

Is it Paradise? 

1 that on my familiar hill, 

I wonder are there roses still. 

Lean brown lords. 

Let others comfort your distress, 

Looking back with pride, 

Meanwhile pain is bitter, 
Missing, .... 

My friends the hills, the sea, the sun, 
My Soul, there is a countrie, . 

Not once nor tw ice in our fair island story 
Not ours to join the earthly show. 
Now in your days of worst distress, 
Now rests her soul. 
Now with the full year, . 
Now with the martyrs, 

O'er countless mounds, . 

Of a truth, at limes. 

Of strenuous clean souls, 

O glad condition, 

O gracious ones, we bless your name 

Oh, blackened fields of France, 

O mofher, mourning. 

On lonely watches night by night, 

O Rab and Sandy, 

Our Hearts for You. 

Out of the horror and bloodshed. 

Pass, brave and joyous spirit, . 
Past life, past tears, 
Pray for the Dead ? 

Rat-tat-tat-tattle through the street, 
Rest on your Battle-fields, 

Shortened Lives, 

Since each was born of woman, 

Sister, sister ! can'tyou hear the humming. 

Sleep on, pure youth, 

So have some died, 

Spirits that float in the darkness, 

Splendid you passed, 

Still I see them coming, 

Strong men fast asleep, . 

Supremely in His hand are you, 






























'Taint right to have the young go first, . 207 

The Imgles of Britain, .... 241 

The Call 7 

The conflict has been stern and long, . 237 

The Cricketers of Flanders, ... 43 

The Crosses, ..... 285 

The Cross still stands for Right, . . 281 

The Debt we Owe, .... 299 

The fateful day is all your own, . . 161 

The fighting man shall from the sun, . 248 

The fight is over 298 

The first to climb the parapet, . . 43 

The German Graves. . . . . 319 

The Glory of the Maine. . . . 195 

The night was long and dark, . . 69 

The one whom you call dead, . . 295 

The prophet is fallen, . . ." 259 

The Reaper, ..... 201 

The Recruit, ..... 37 

The rivers broaden to the sea, . . 195 

The Wayside Calvary, .... 289 

These hearts were woven, . . . 194 

There are men in a muddy trench, . . 226 

There is gathering in the heavens, . . 91 

There is no death, . . . . 151 
There is no other course open to us but to 

fight it out, . . . . . 147 

There, of His radiant company, . . 117 

They bought us anew with their blood, . 153 

They gaed frae mill and mart, . . 36 

They had the vision of a world, . . 115 

They held, against the storms of fate, . 299 

They say that you are dead, . . . 167 

Thick as leaves, . . . . . 169 

This is the chapel, .... 95 

Thy name be honoured, ... 29 

To any Soldier, . . . . . 315 

To Odin's challenge, . . . . 163 

To the Bereaved, ..... 271 

To us it seemed his life, . . . 213 

True it is that Death's face, . . . 341 

True till Death 303 

Under the wide and starry sky, . . 329 

Unless our souls win back to Thee, . 231 

Unto each man his handiwork, . 181 

Waste of muscle, ..... 85 

We are coming, Mother Britain, . . 32 

We are coming, Mother Britain, . . 157 

We bear the burden of the years, . . 55 

We came from the ends of the earth, . 258 

We cannot hear your step, ... 75 

Wedded that day, 295 

Weep for the signaller brave, . . . 105 

Weep not for thy children, . . 353 

We have put life away, . . . . 137 

We heard beyond the desert night, . 273 

We waited at the heavenly gate, . 277 

We will not grieve for them, ... 45 

What did you find? . . . . 311 

What of the men who died? ... 221 

When on my dav of life, ... 25 



When the anxious hearts say " Where"? 

Where are all the young men ? 

Who could have dreamed? 

Who said — " No man hath greater love 

than this"? .... 
Who shall name them ? . 
Winners or Losers? 







Yet comfort find I in this thought. 

Yet my soul is veiled in sadness. 

Yet, O stricken heart, 

Yet we are proud, . 

Yet you do serve, . 

Your boy and my hoy, 

You shall see it ended. 




Aisne, The Third Battle of the. 
Amiens, The Battle of, . 

Bapaume, The Battle of, 

Cambrai — St Quentin, The battle 
Cambrai, The Battle of, 

Fighting in September 1917, The, 

Lys, The Battle of the, . 

Maine, The Second Battle of the, 
Messines, Battle of. 










Mceuvres, The Seven Heroes of, . . 221 

St Mihiel, The Americans at, . . 222 

St Quentin, The Battle of Cambrai — . 236 

Salle, The Battle of the, ... 284 

Seven Heroes of Mceuvres, The, . . 222 

Somme, The Second Battle of the, . 112 

Yalenciennes, The Battle of, . . . 284 

Victories in October 1918, . . . 249 

Victory, King Albert's, . . . , 23b 

Ypres, The Battle of (second stage). . 21 

Ypres, The Third Battle of, ... 66 


Commemorative Scroll, ...... 

Group of Boys, Haly Rude School, . . . . 

King's Letter to Bereaved, ..... 

Last Church Parade, 9th Royal Scots, 

Officers and Men who fell in the South African War, 

Officers connected with Peeblesshire, 

Volunteers, South African War, .... 

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