I am the leader of a host.

If they summoned me at this moment with one voice to lead them on to death, I'd do it--Yes, and fall first myself!' 'It is a proud sight,' said the secretary.

'It is a noble day for England, and for the great cause throughout the world.

Such homage, my lord, as I, an humble but devoted man, can render--' 'What are you doing ?' cried his master, catching him by both hands; for he had made a show of kneeling at his feet.

'Do not unfit me, dear Gashford, for the solemn duty of this glorious day--' the tears stood in the eyes of the poor gentleman as he said the words.--'Let us go among them; we have to find a place in some division for this new recruit--give me your hand.' Gashford slid his cold insidious palm into his master's grasp, and so, hand in hand, and followed still by Barnaby and by his mother too, they mingled with the concourse.
They had by this time taken to their singing again, and as their leader passed between their ranks, they raised their voices to their utmost.
Many of those who were banded together to support the religion of their country, even unto death, had never heard a hymn or psalm in all their lives.