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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.