It is impossible for me to judge whether these simple letters of one of the best of sons will be of the smallest interest to those who did not know him. A friend offered to publish them in a magazine shortly after his death. But then I felt I could not stand giving to the public what had been written in confidence to his family. Now it is different. It was he who encouraged me, when under the shadow of another sorrow, to write my second book, and it is indeed to his memory, and with absolute confidence of his approval, that I dedicate my third. In all great sorrows one longs to realise that, in spite of external appearances, 'Time's effacing fingers' are not in any way really dimming the memory of what is most dear. I am in no sense a worthy mother of soldiers. I gave him very grudgingly to the army, and he knew quite well all it meant to me when his earnest desire to go to South Africa was granted, and he was ordered to join one of the earliest batches of Staff officers who were sent out. My own view of the war at that time was that it had been brought about by a mistaken policy, and was not a just war, and that he was not without sympathy for my attitude of mind is shown by the letters he wrote on board ship. I think he knew quite well as we walked round the garden for the last time that we should never meet again. I gave him to die for his country not willingly at all, and I publish these characteristic letters, because it is a pleasure to myself to see them in print. It is to me the same feeling as the preservation of any remembrance, the crystallising, and putting as it were into a glass case, of ' a footprint in the sands of time.' As with so many in the early days of the war, he had the strongest feeling of his coming doom, and when he bade good-bye to his soldier-servant at Orange River camp, he said he would never see him again. Three of the letters came, of course, after the fatal much-dreaded telegram. His last words, written two days before he was killed, ' I wish it were all over,'expressed a desire that peace might come, not for him by his death but in a very different sense. The following little notice of his short career appeared in the 'Pall Mall Gazette ' of December 1, 1899 : -