his _Old Huntsman_ would not be published until the autumn. He had seen the _Nation_ that week, and commented how jolly it was for him and me to appear as a military duet singing to a pacifist organ. ‘You and me, the poets who mean to work together some day and scandalize the jolly old Gosse’s and Strachey’s.’ (Re-reading this letter now I am reminded that the occasion of the final end of our correspondence ten years later was my failure to observe the proper literary punctilios towards the late Sir Edmund Gosse, c.b. And, by the way, when the _Old Huntsman_ appeared, Sir Edmund severely criticized some lines of an allegorical poem in it: ... Rapture and pale Enchantment and Romance And many a slender sickly lord who’d filled My soul long since with lutanies of sin Went home because he could not stand the din. This, he considered, might be read as a libel on the British House of Lords. The peerage, he said, had proved itself splendidly heroic in the war.) Siegfried had his wish; he was in heavy fighting with the battalion in the Hindenburg Line soon after. His platoon was then lent as support to the Cameronians, and when, in a counter-attack, the Cameronians were driven out of some trenches that they had won, Siegfried, with a bombing party of six men, regained them. He was shot through the throat but continued bombing until he collapsed. The Cameronians rallied and returned, and Siegfried’s name was sent in for a Victoria Cross. The recommendation was refused, however, on the ground that the operations had not been successful; for the Cameronians were later driven out again by a bombing party under some German Siegfried.