Great Britain -- History, Military -- 19th century; Marshals -- Great Britain -- Biography; Wood, Evelyn, 1838-1919
three years, until he became so troublesome I was obliged to part with
him. He was engaged by the Adjutant-General of the Army, without any
references to me, and eventually having challenged him to fight, was
knocked down, and dismissed.
My eldest child, born at Brighton in the summer, was for some time
delicate, the nurse and I watching her at night by turns for two
months. I had never been really well since I left the Staff College,
and this night-watching rendered me altogether incapable of work. I
was endeavouring to carry out my official duties while spending two or
three hours every evening at Brighton; this necessitated my spending
the night in a luggage train between Brighton, Redhill, and Aldershot,
with the result that at the end of August I broke down, and was obliged
to go away for a change of air. Towards the middle of the next month I
fainted five times one afternoon from the intensity of the pain in the
nerves of the stomach. All through 1868 I was suffering from it, and
it was not until a year later that Doctor Porter, attached to the 97th
Regiment, in the North Camp, cured me. When he had done so, he asked to
see me alone, and said, “Now I have cured you of neuralgia, but I fear
I have made you an opium-eater for life.” I laughed, saying, “I think
not.” “But you must feel a craving for it, don’t you?” “Only when the
pain is on.” “But haven’t you got to like it?” “No; I have never got
rid of the feeling that it is exactly like soapsuds.” I remained ill
so long, however, that I had to face the contingency of being obliged
to leave the Service, and having some taste for Military law elected
to qualify for the Bar. During my service at Aldershot I had made an
epitome of every important decision given by Judges Advocate-General
relative to Courts Martial in the United Kingdom, and some years later
Colonel Colley[101] asked permission of the War Office to have my
notes printed, for the guidance of his class at the Staff College. The
application was refused, with the quaint answer: “Permission cannot be
given on account of the many conflicting decisions.” It is only right
I should add the office being then Political, the holders changed with
the Government.
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