Yesterday's article, I learn, put the wind up the War Cabinet, and great things may result. All my pleasure spoilt, however, by breaking a tooth on a pellet in a Ritz grouse. * * * Visited the French H.Q. and was pleased with FOCH, whom I asked to run over to Carryon when he was ever in any doubt. Sent home a powerful article which, when it is reproduced in all the French papers, as it will be, should encourage him and improve his position. * * * Dined at Lady RIDLEY'S. A very cheery party and much chaff. Mrs. ASQUITH said that she was writing her reminiscences. I made no mention of my diary, but if I don't get it out in book form before hers I'm not the Colonel of the Nuts. * * * To-day's article should bring things to a head very shortly. Shall be very glad when it is over and I can rest a little. Took some bicarbonate of soda. * * * Armistice signed. Spent the day in a kind of triumphal procession from restaurant to restaurant, at each of which I was hailed with applause. * * * Reached Versailles and let the news be known. A visible quickening up already to be noted. * * * Sent for President WILSON, but something must have prevented his coming. Lunched at Paillard's and dined at Larue's. Saw an amusing Palais Royal farce. * * * _June 28th_, 1920.--Treaty of Peace, for which I have worked so long, signed at last. Now I can utter my _Nunc Dimittis_, having accomplished the two ends I had in view--to bring the first world War to a more or less satisfactory finish and to make it dangerous for any but the deaf and dumb to dine out. E. V. L. * * * * * THE LATE WORM (_Being a correction of "A Ballad of the Early Worm," "Punch," October 6th_). OH ye whose hearts were rent with pain A few short weeks ago, Is it unkind to harp again Upon that tale of woe? You know the tale--in _Punch_, I mean-- Pathetic every word; Three wormlets fought to stand between Pa and the Early Bird. You sorrowed for their non-success (By use of triple strength They saved their father's life--ah yes-- But not his total length). You thought, of course--I know you did-- That Father left his hole, A briskly virtuous annelid, To take an early stroll. Well, now just go and read a book Called _Vegetable Mould And Earthworms_ (DARWIN); if you look You'll find that you've been sold. It's not my own, it's DARWIN'S firm Authority I cite: _There never is an early worm; Pa had been out all night._ He swaggered forth at eventide And stayed till dawn next day; For I will not attempt to hide That _worms behave that way._ So pious folk like you and me Should not be filled with woe At thought of Father's tragedy; _His morals were so low._ * * * * * Our Courtly Contemporaries.