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"No gold of poetry will deck this tale, This gloomy record of an awful night; With pleasant words my fear I will not veil, Or hide the horrors of the fatal flight. So all seemed peace to us as we flew on, When suddenly the hand of heartless fate Passed lightly over us, and then was gone, But it had left a legacy of hate. " -- _The Ordeal._
"To-night an attempt is going to be made to sink blocking vessels, filled with cement, in the harbour mouths at Ostend and Zeebrugge. It is intended, as a distraction, to land specially trained men on the Mole, where they are going to burn down and destroy everything they can.