class="c3">"I shall stake all I have and when I lose my last penny I shall stake myself, and then I think I shall have won through my utter defeat."—R.T.

I don't think.—W.

"The noise of the moment scoffs at the music of the Eternal."—R.T.

All the same I could do with some more big guns.—W.

"The Spring with its leaves and flowers has come into my body."—R.T.

I dislike all Spring offensives.—W.

"Let me not look for allies on life's battlefield, but to my own strength."—R.T.

I wonder where Austria would have been by now if she had taken this attitude.—W.

"Wayside grass, love the star, then your dreams will come out in flowers."—R.T.

That reminds me that I must write and thank TINO for his letter enclosing a bunch of edelweiss.—W.

"My heart has spread its sails for the shadowy island of Anywhere."—R.T.

Personally I should be content with the solid island of Great Britain.—W.

"Woman, when you move about in your household service your limbs sing like a hill stream among its pebbles."—R.T.

I have often noticed this in some of our Berlin butter queues.—W.

"Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the after-glow of sunset."—R.T.

I doubt if this beautiful thought would appeal to LITTLE WILLIE.—W.

I shall make LITTLE WILLIE learn this bit by heart.—W.

"The real with its meaning read wrong and emphasis misplaced is the unreal."—R.T.

Yes; it's very hard on WOLFF'S Bureau.—W.

"My heart longs to caress this green world of the sunny day."—R.T.

I find it most unfortunate that all the best places in the sun should be already occupied.—W.

"While I was passing in the road I saw thy smile from the balcony and I sang."-R.T.

O dreams of the East! O Baghdad!—W.

"'The learned say that your light will one day be no more,' said the firefly to the stars. The stars made no answer."—R.T.

That's what I should have done, but MICHAELIS would keep on talking.—W.

"God is ashamed when the prosperous boast of His special favour."—R.T.

This must be some other god, not our German one.—W.

"Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims."—R.T.

And quite rightly. That's all the thanks I got when my heart bled for Louvain.—W.

"Kicks only raise dust and not crops from the earth."—R.T.

Very sound. Roumania has been most disappointing.—W.

"Timid thoughts, do not be afraid of me. I am a poet."—R.T.

I shall send a copy of my collected poems to FERDIE.—W.

O.S.

WAR AND MY WARDROBE.