‘Florence Nightingale did great and grand things for the soldiers of her day, but no woman has done more than the “Little Mother,” whose now famous letter in the Morning Post has spread like wild-fire from trench to trench. I hope to God it will be handed down in history, for nothing like it has ever made such an impression on our fighting men. I defy any man to feel weak-hearted after reading it.... My God! she makes us die happy.’—_One who has Fought and Bled_. ‘Worthy of far more than a passing notice; it ought to be reprinted and sent out to every man at the front. It is a masterpiece and fills one with pride, noble, level-headed, and pathetic to a degree.’—_Severely Wounded_. ‘I have lost my two dear boys, but since I was shown the “Little Mother’s” beautiful letter a resignation too perfect to describe has calmed all my aching sorrow, and I would now gladly give my sons twice over.’—_A Bereaved Mother_. ‘The “Little Mother’s” letter should reach every corner of the earth—a letter of the loftiest ideal, tempered with courage and the most sublime sacrifice.’—_Percival H. Monkton_. ‘The exquisite letter by a “Little Mother” is making us feel prouder every day. We women desire to fan the flame which she has so superbly kindled in our hearts.’—_A British Mother of an Only Son_. * * * * * At Harlech, Siegfried and I spent the time getting our poems in order; Siegfried was at work on his _Old Huntsman_. We made a number of changes in each other’s verses; I remember that I proposed amendments which he accepted in his obituary poem ‘To His Dead Body’—written for me when he thought me dead. We were beginning to wonder whether it was right for the war to be continued. It was said that Asquith in the autumn of 1915 had been offered peace-terms on the basis of _status quo ante_ and that he had been willing to consider them; that his colleagues had opposed him, and that this was the reason for the fall of the Liberal Government, and for the ‘Win-the-War’ Coalition Government of Lloyd George that superseded it. We both thought that the terms should have been accepted, though Siegfried was more vehement than I was on the subject. The view we had of the war was now non-political. We no longer saw it as a war between trade-rivals; its continuance seemed merely a sacrifice of the idealistic younger generation to the stupidity and self-protective alarm of the elder. I made a facetious marginal note on a poem I wrote about this time, called _Goliath and David_ (in which the biblical legend was reversed and David was killed by Goliath):