When the Anarchist wasn't distributing bombs he was collecting bullets. Being untidy by nature, he didn't particularly care where they hit him, provided they didn't damage his pipe. That was all he cared about, his lyddite and his tobacco. I often wonder how it was he didn't get the two habits of his life mixed up--fill a pipe with H.E., light it and finish off that way. But he didn't; he has just gone on collecting lead, letting it accumulate about his person until it got too heavy to be convenient and then resorting to the nearest hospital to have it removed. I hear he's there now, the result, I gather, of a bit of a show. It was his servant who was walking about that unhealthy field at that imprudent time and found him. One would like to paint a romantic picture of the meeting, but I doubt if there was much romance about it. I am quite sure all the Anarchist cared about was his tobacco pouch and all the servant was interested in was the further collection of vegetables, just in case. I can see our Anarchist, lying in his little white bed in the hospital, surrounded by his sevenpenny racing novels (with or without covers), his tins of navy-cut (some empty, some full), his fleece lining, his compass, his socks, his field-glasses, his ties, his revolver and his last month's letters (some opened, some not), all jumbled happily together, with his ragged old shaving-brush reigning proudly in the midst. I doubt if he knows he's been "mentioned," for one could never get him to take interest in any news which wasn't "sporting"; possibly he is made suspicious by the uncomfortable presence of unopened telegrams in all corners of his bed. But one thing I do hope, and that is that this bed is, at any rate, not strewn, inside and out, with unexploded hand-grenades. Yours ever, HENRY. * * * * * WARFARE AT THE BARBER'S. [Illustration: "What do you think of the paper this morning, Sir?"] [Illustration: "Quite time we had compulsion, eh?"] [Illustration: "No good shutting our eyes to facts."] [Illustration: "What we want is more energy."] [Illustration: "Of course mistakes will happen"--] [Illustration: "And it's no good pouring cold water on enthusiasm."] [Illustration: "I'm hoping for that 'forward push' in the Spring."] [Illustration: "Well, it will be a great relief when it's all over."] * * * * * [Illustration: PRUSSIAN DREAM OF PEACE IN THE SPRING.] * * * * * PROVINCIAL PATRIOTS. _From Jim Figgis, Whitty Bridge, to George Roberts, South Farm, Sudborough._ _Dec. 5th._ 1915.