An Englishwoman's Home

ch, to which regiment Himself now belongs, has been sent to th

er, have always preferred to take your travel in microscopic doses, to make a little bit your intimate and dear possession for all time. I am surprised to find this old Norwich such a noble city, and I should love to show you the ancient landmarks. It is full of treasures, of values which cannot be told, or was, rather, for the powers that be have mysteriously spirited them away, and the priceless stained glass windo

This is the most vulnerable part of our far-flung coast, and there is a great watching army right along. Those whose duty it will be to guide the civilian population in case of emergency have what you call the schedule ready, and nothing will be left to chance. I don't want to be here when it happens, my dear; this nameless lurking fear that never sleeps takes the edge off the joy of being

Norwich, of course-if you remember your geography you will know that it is not pos

a fight going on quite close by." "Nonsense," he answered. "You're dreaming-go to sleep." I could not, and rose early to hear from the little maid, who had heard it from the milkman, that the coast places had been bombarded and much damage done. You know how ru

l at home from school, round-eyed, eager, fearless about the war, which to them is nothing but the Great

olk who have little or nothing to protect them. These delightful east-coast watering places are all ruined, because everyb

the wreckage. The story was soon told. Some battle-cruisers suddenly appeared about six miles out and opened fire for twenty minutes or so, and then ran. There was no patrol

eyond compare in the exquisite spring unfol

earer the sea, and the troops will b

g, and generally proving as efficient and th

le people to the incomers, the great Highland host that has invaded their stately precincts. There are lots of little war brides here with their young soldier husbands, and maturer matrons, some of the

le house; it is quite a rest for me, an

ve to go back home to the loneline

r striking a match in the street. The authorities are lynx-eyed and vigilant, their reward is that this beautiful old city in its historic set

ange upheaval men call war, the outward fringes of it only, ye

lubility of the bond. For whatever the experience of matrimony may be like, you can never be as you were before. Already there has been much repenting at leisure

, faithless lovers and husbands, all the cursed things born of abnorma

d sorrow from the battlefields, and make thoughtfu

-there is no machinery known to the human understanding capable of tackling them-m

comradeship as men understand it, grippi

It is not that we are too petty, but rather, I think, because we have to keep ourselves more deta

e has kept the boy's heart, so that he is not only with them at the mess, but one of them. He is so wise and tender with them, that they come to him in every trouble. It makes me weep, and yet feel so proud, but not in the

that help the sensitive young souls to grapple with the mysteries of life. It is all part of their nature-the bit tha

Kitchener's passing. It created a

shows what a hold he had upon the popular imagination. His has been, and is, a name to conjure with. The product of his vast personal magneti

military personages galore, all the pride and pomp of war. But Kitchener will live in the hearts of the people-his true memorial is to be found in

rtford to find letters ur

lmost every letter from Camiers, but from those in authori

ign service to civilians are now almost impossible to obtain. If I agree to stay three months, I can go to-morrow, but how can I leave home for t

omising by agreeing to go fo

immediately, but she is finding conditions changing too at her base. What has happened is that all the butterfli

ies during the Boer War and created endless problems in So

t there is a certain reticence to be observed, and amid so m

She has three brothers in the war. One who had been frightfully wounded about the head and face came back convalescent the other day and I saw him here. I was afraid to go into the kitchen, knowing what the nature of his wounds had been, but so cleverly, wonderfully, had he been handled by these heaven-born s

ls." That is the spirit of Kitchener's Army-the spirit that lives after him, and whic

the tramp of their brave unflinching feet. To be worthy, not only of those who have died to keep us safe and free, but of those who have been maimed and wrecked for us in the summer of their