In wartime, one may interfere with Jupiter and be forgiven, but my Commandant had gone too far. He was lucky to find himself, at the conclusion of the correspondence, severely admonished and in receipt of an order to place himself under arrest for six days (which he did, choosing six wet ones). The car contained a Deputy, no less. The Commandant clings to the childlike belief that we manage these things better in England. What would have happened, he asked me, if he had been a British officer and the object of his attention merely a Member of Parliament? "Merely," indeed! I answered that the thing simply couldn't be conceived as happening with us. Our soldiers, I admitted, were amongst the bravest of the brave, but I had never yet met one reckless enough to dream of obstructing the slightest whim of a politician. Meanwhile, Charles, don't forget to forward to me, day by day, the Official Communiqué from the Irish Front. Yours ever, HENRY. * * * * * [Illustration: LEST WE FORGET. _"Combed-out" Gentleman (to pal, also about to be called up)._ "WHAT ABOUT 'AVIN' OUR PHOTOS TOOK? WE SHALL BE IN KHAKI TO-MORROW, AND I SHOULD LIKE TO FEEL I 'AD SOME RECORD OF WHAT I'VE LOOKED LIKE."] * * * * * Shakspeare on Daylight Saving. "It shall be what o'clock I say it is." _Taming of the Shrew_, Act iv. Sc. 3. * * * * * [Illustration: THE GOLDEN MOMENT. ERIN (_to Mr. REDMOND and Sir EDWARD CARSON_). "COME, MY FRIENDS, YOU'RE BOTH IRISHMEN; WHY NOT BURY THE HATCHET----IN THE VITALS OF THE COMMON ENEMY?"] * * * * * [Illustration: ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT PARLIAMENTARY PILADEX--THE LATEST GAME AT WESTMINSTER. INTRODUCED TO MESSRS. BALFOUR AND TENNANT BY MESSERS. CHURCHILL, JOYNSON-HICKS AND PEMBERTON-BILLING.] _Monday, May 15th._--The continued absence of Mr. ASQUITH is causing much speculation in the Lobbies. Will the new Irish Privy Councillor come back from Dublin, like Lord BEACONSFIELD from Berlin, bringing peace with honour in his pack? Or will he, as so many British statesmen have done before, find the inherited hostility of Irishmen to one another an insuperable obstacle? An hon. and learned Nationalist was not encouraging. "When," he was asked, "were the seeds of this trouble sown?" "When STHRONGBOW came to Ireland," was the answer. "And when do you think it will be over?" persisted the questioner. "When the world's at an end."