ALL England has been saddened this week by the tragedy which has ended the adventurous enterprise of Captain Scott and his daring companions in the Antarctic regions. Having accomplished their purpose of reaching the South Pole, they were overcome on their return journey by the difficulty of the way and the pitiless cold. It may be that something has been added to the sum of our knowledge in the notes which the gallant commander of the expedition appears to have left, but at all events his last pathetic appeal to his countrymen not to forget the wives and families of those who have perished in this attempt to do something for the national glory will not go unheeded. To us who sit at home in ease and comfort it is difficult to understand that call of the Pole that has lured so many intrepid men to their death. Even if, in self-complacency, we pronounce such quests barren of great and useful results, we cannot withhold our admiration from the bold spirits who, from time to time, set out on these adventures. In better moods, we bethink ourselves of the fact that it is by men of the type represented by Captain Scott, and by daring and often apparently useless enterprises, that the English flag has been planted in every quarter of the globe. Though Captain Scott and his companions have fallen, they have fallen with honour, and their names will not soon be forgotten. . . Only a few of us are heroes, but we can all at least recognize a hero and do him honour.