ABSTRACT
AUGUST 23, 1914! 57 A date which will be imprinted on the heart, and on the tablets of memory, of every Englishman and Englishwoman of our generation. To the majority of thinking folk, that was the last Sunday we any of us spent in the old, prosperous, happy, confiding England – the England who considered that might as a matter of course follows right – the England whose grand old motto was ‘Victory as Usual,’ and to whom the word defeat was without significance.
