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by their comrades  is revered by their comrades. a  Everytime a few of the boys foregather  in a London Tavern  the dead  fallen are "freshly remembered". Anthems & prayers  for these mighty dead, for these valiant young men of the great southern continent, who died facing the dawn, reverberate through the  ancient  aisles of the noble Cathedrals of this ancient land.  & fancies of their our sacred Great   And in the little churches of the rural villages  & hamlets  of dear England, the old folk & the children remember them in their prayers. Just a few miles away from the spot where I am now writing, there  is an old  little  church, &  in a  the  corner of the Churchyard,  I saw  a group Foraitini Muetshine

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