An Englishwoman's Home

call in, ordered me to go away and take a complete rest-you know the formula-but dear God, how can we rest in a world where there is no res

n killed at Trones Wood. You remember Dick, and Isabel, that lovel

wherever he came-the laughter that doeth good like a medicine. The last time I saw him, Isabel had come down from Palace Gate to spend a few days and Dick came marching thro

ith flashing tender eyes and a smile that was never far away from his lips. A man of peace if ever there was one, yet he

seen such love. It often made me afraid. And now he sleeps there on the Somme where we have already left ninety thousand like

nd I was not able to go. My marching orders were drastic. Himself ordered me to Har

er could be any cure this side the grave. I found I was nearer the breaking point than I knew, for when I got to bed there I found I was not able to get up again. The heart had gone clean out of me. I remember Hims

t of it all, and when I heard them say outside of the door, "We'd better tell her," something flashed through me with a thrill of unexplicable, inconceivable joy. I had come to the end, t

Then they came in and told me I should have to have an operation imm

t the head and Himself sitting like a grim sentinel at the foot-we never spoke to one another, not a single word. You have never seen him look like

e wonderful delicious little fleecy clouds like foam flakes on an azure sea,

or apprehension-I had just given up. Himself and I did not talk. When you have been so long together surely everything has

g, I wept with sheer disappointment. I had relaxed my hold, given up, wanted to be free. But

bmission to the will of others; complete surrender of one's entity has its private and particular lure for the human soul. To eat and sleep and get well is a simple creed enough, but it is apt to have a corroding eff

himself as seriously as ever, and all the world is called to witness the evolution of his soul. I have been w

the war that has been written. I expect you ha

and has not grudged nor forbidden the necessary leave. I was about a week alone before Effie came and she is going to stay this time till I am quite

faces the look of those who have seen and known. And it was there at Bournemouth that we got the glad, the glorious news that you had come in. We did not

by anything he said. He looked like a man from whom the cloud had been lifted and who could once more breathe freely. He knows all there is to know about the war

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ly thing I could think of was "Hail Columbia!

lding a jubilee. Nothing seems to matter now-however long the war lasts, we can see it out. Though the way may be uphil

ade a little sketch of Uncle George receiving the new

we belong to one another and