_When the War is over and we've done the Belgians proud,_ _I'm going to keep a chrysalis and read to it aloud;_ _When the War is over and we've finished up the show,_ _I'm going to plant a lemon-pip and listen to it grow._ Oh, I'm tired of the noise and the turmoil of battle, And I'm even upset by the lowing of cattle, And the clang of the bluebells is death to my liver, And the roar of the dandelion gives me a shiver, And a glacier, in movement, is much too exciting, And I'm nervous, when standing on one, of alighting-- Give me Peace; that is all, that is all that I seek ... Say, starting on Saturday week. A.A.M. * * * * * THINGS THAT MATTER IN WAR-TIME. "Among the audience the Duchess of ----'s slim height and long neck, swathed in sables, stood out."--_Evening Standard._ "Mrs. ---- was looking beautiful in a bottle-green suiting, collared with skunk, but a little thin, I thought."--_Daily Sketch._ * * * * * "King Albert of Belgium made a long aeroplane flight, under fire, over the fighting front.... German anti-aircraft guns kept up a sustained fire, but no German airman ventured in the way of the King's aeog rogartb-habtheb habtheb habtha aeroplane."--_Vancouver Daily Province._ It is rumoured that the Air Board has already ordered a number of machines of the new type. * * * * * THE WATCH DOGS. LX. My dear CHARLES,--Those who insist that between the Higher Commands on either side there is a tacit understanding not to disregard each other's personal comfort and welfare must now modify their views. Recent movements show that there is no such bargain, or else that the lawless Hun has broken it. He has attained little else by his destructiveness save the discomfort of H.Q. Otherwise the War progresses as merrily as ever; more merrily, perhaps, owing to the difficulties to be overcome. Soldiers love difficulties to overcome. That is their business in life. It was open to the Camp Commandant, when it became likely that H.Q. would move, to go sick, to retire from business, or else, locking, his front- door, shutting his shutters, disconnecting his telephone and confining to their billets all potential bearers of urgent messages, to isolate himself from the throbbing world around him. Being a soldier himself, however, he was undone by his own innate lust for overcoming difficulties. He was seen hovering about, as good as asking for the instructions he most dreaded. And he got them, short and sharp, as all good military instructions should be.