For aid towards the establishment of these "Homes in the Hills," Lady ROBERTS, wife of the gallant Indian hero, Sir FREDERICK ROBERTS, makes an appeal which _Mr. Punch_ desires most earnestly to second. Subscriptions will be received by the Alliance Bank, Simla; Messrs. Cox & Co., Craig's Court, London; and by Lady ROBERTS herself.] To nurse our stricken Soldiers! Nobler task, Or more ennobling, can our Sisters ask? Whilst stout hearts suffer, soft ones shall not fail In selfless readiness to soothe and save, Sharing the tribute rendered by the brave To FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE. Her sex's strong and sweet exemplar, she Must surely send across the orient sea To "NORA ROBERTS," as a kindred heart, Message of warm good-will. And we at home For whom our soldiers fight, and watch, and roam, Shall we not do our part? 'Tis sad to think that in that burning land, For lack of ministry from woman's hand, Strong men and gallant boys have sunk and died. Gladdening to hear that Nursing Sisters now, To cool hot lips and ease pain-fevered brow, Will seek our Soldiers' side. But who shall nurse the Nurses? When the strain Of ministry on India's torrid plain Brings the fatigue that, long-neglected, kills, They'll need, as health-resorts whereto to send, For rest restorative, the soldiers' friend, Homes in the cooler hills. For these the Lady of our gallant Chief, Whose brilliant march brought Candahar relief, Pleads to a public whom that honoured name Alone should stir to sympathy and aid. Help for the Helpers! _Punch_ is not afraid _That_ plea will miss its aim! * * * * * [Illustration: JUPITER TONANS! "HA!--A POWERFUL WEAPON!--HOPE I MAYN'T HAVE TO USE IT!!"] * * * * * HOLIDAY HINTS. (_From Crowded-out Correspondents._)