May 22.—After comparing notes with neighbours, feel deeply grateful to Q.M.S. Beddem for sending me the best six men in the corps. July 15.—Feel glad to have been associated, however remotely and humbly, with a corps, the names of whose members appear on the Roll of Honour of every British regiment. THE CONVERT Mr. Purnip took the arm of the new recruit and hung over him almost tenderly as they walked along; Mr. Billing, with a look of conscious virtue on his jolly face, listened with much satisfaction to his friend’s compliments. “It’s such an example,” said the latter. “Now we’ve got you the others will follow like sheep. You will be a bright lamp in the darkness.” “Wot’s good enough for me ought to be good enough for them,” said Mr. Billing, modestly. “They’d better not let me catch—” “H’sh! H’sh!” breathed Mr. Purnip, tilting his hat and wiping his bald, benevolent head. “I forgot,” said the other, with something like a sigh. “No more fighting; but suppose somebody hits me?” “Turn the other cheek,” replied Mr. Purnip. “They won’t hit that; and when they see you standing there smiling at them—” “After being hit?” interrupted Mr. Billing. “After being hit,” assented the other, “they’ll be ashamed of themselves, and it’ll hurt them more than if you struck them.” “Let’s ’ope so,” said the convert; “but it don’t sound reasonable. I can hit a man pretty ’ard. Not that I’m bad-tempered, mind you; a bit quick, p’r’aps. And, after all, a good smack in the jaw saves any amount of argufying.” Mr. Purnip smiled, and, as they walked along, painted a glowing picture of the influence to be wielded by a first-class fighting-man who refused to fight. It was a rough neighbourhood, and he recognized with sorrow that more respect was paid to a heavy fist than to a noble intellect or a loving heart. “And you combine them all,” he said, patting his companion’s arm. Mr. Billing smiled. “You ought to know best,” he said, modestly. “You’ll be surprised to find how easy it is,” continued Mr. Purnip. “You will go from strength to strength. Old habits will disappear, and you will hardly know you have lost them. In a few months’ time you will probably be wondering what you could ever have seen in beer, for example.” “I thought you said you didn’t want me to give up beer?” said the other. “We don’t,” said Mr. Purnip. “I mean that as you grow in stature you will simply lose the taste for it.” Mr. Billing came to a sudden full stop. “D’ye mean I shall lose my liking for a drop o’ beer without being able to help myself?” he demanded, in an anxious voice. Mr. Purnip coughed. “Of course, it doesn’t happen in every case,” he said, hastily. Mr. Billing’s features relaxed. “Well, let’s ’ope I shall be one of the fortunate ones,” he said, simply. “I can put up with a good deal, but when it comes to beer——”