What amount of production did that old man’s life of labour represent?  What value must be put upon the service of the son that fought in India; of the son that worked in Australia; of the daughter in New Zealand, whose children will help to build up a new nation?  These things surely have their value.  Hodge died, and the very grave-digger grumbled as he delved through the earth hard-bound in the iron frost, for it jarred his hand and might break his spade.  The low mound will soon be level, and the place of his burial shall not be known.