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Young Knights of the Empire

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heels), according to what might be happening to you. I have known fellows whistle in very bad times in action, and their whistling has not only kept them calm themselves, but has also made those around them feel calm and cheery, too. * * * * * AN ANCIENT INSCRIPTION. At Timgad in Algeria there are some interesting ruins, among them being those of the theatre and the baths. The theatre is a huge open-air one of horse-shoe shape with stone seats rising like steps above each other, and with a row of private boxes at the top. The stage is a handsome one built of stone with fine marble pillars, and a back wall--for the Romans did not make use of painted scenery as we do--and behind the stage are the dressing-rooms for the actors. The theatre itself was big enough to seat 3400 spectators, which is more than most theatres in London could do, and as Timgad was merely a country town of no very great size it shows that the Romans were as fond of theatrical plays as the English are of cinematograph shows to-day. They were equally fond of bathing, and in this one town alone there were twelve public baths. They were what we call Turkish baths, that is, there were bathrooms of several grades of heat to be gone through--one tepid, the next warm, the next one very hot, and then cooler and cold, and the Romans were fond of taking these baths every day. This is too much of a good thing, as it is apt to weaken a man. The Romans, as you know, were in the end driven out of their Empire, because they allowed themselves to become weak in mind and in body by too much laziness in theatre-going and continual hot baths. One inhabitant had inscribed on a stone in Timgad what he thought to be the best form of happiness. He wrote: "_To hunt, to bathe, and to laugh--that's the way to live_." And there is a good deal in what he says, for in hunting you have to use much woodcraft and hard exercise, and keeping clean and being cheery is all part of the Scout's life. But he has forgotten to mention one very important thing towards making your life a happy one, and I expect that any Scout could tell me at once what that point is--couldn't you? He has left out the happiness which you get from doing a good turn. If he had slightly altered his sentence, and had put it this way: "_To scout, to bathe, to do a good turn, and to smile--that is the way to live and be happy_," he would have said the truth, and he would have exactly described what every Boy Scout does. * * * * * DON'T STAND WITH YOUR BACK TO THE SUN. This is one of the Scout mottoes. Every Scout knows that when you examine footmarks on the ground, you should generally do so facing the sun, have them between you and the light, and you will see them all the better. But that is not the meaning of this text; it has a second and bigger meaning. It means that when there is any sunshine or brightness possible, look out for it when you are in trouble or misfortune, and make the most of it. If you feel inclined to grumble at your lot because you have damaged your leg and can't play in a game of football, think of other poor cripples who never can play at all. However down on your luck you may be, remember there is a bright lining to every cloud. There is some brightness somewhere, if only you look out for it and don't turn your back on it. When things are looking their worst, and everybody is depressed, make up your mind that you, at any rate, will be hopeful. Try to see where there is hope. Remember St. Paul said that God was the "God of Hope." Hope gives you pluck and comfort at a bad time, and your hopefulness will comfort others round you and nerve them to stick it out. * * * * * LORD ROBERTS. Lord Roberts died the best death that could have been hoped for him. He died in the field, within the sound of the guns, doing his duty for his Country even at the age eighty-two. It was very many years ago that I first got to know him. It was at Simla, in India. I had just joined the Army, and was enjoying myself in all the glory of my new uniform at a ball. I had gone to the refreshment-room to get something for my partner, but I could not make

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