Ireland has dominated the political scene at home, for it is impossible not to connect our new commitments across St. George’s Channel with the introduction and passing of the new Military Service Bill establishing compulsion for all men, married or single—­always excepting Ireland.  The question of man-power is paramount.  Mr. Asquith is at last convinced that “Wait and See” must yield to “Do it Now”:  that the nation won’t have the sword of Damocles hanging over its head any longer, but will have compulsion in its hand at once.  On the progress of the War Mr. Asquith has said little in Open Session, but any omission on his part has been made good by Mr. Churchill, now home on unlimited leave, who has spoken at great length on the proper use of armies.

Mr. Arthur Ponsonby and Mr. Ramsay MacDonald, who raised the question of Peace on Empire Day, urging the Government to open negotiations with Germany, have elicited from the Foreign Secretary the deliberate statement that the only terms of peace which the German Government had ever put forward were the terms of victory for Germany, and that we could not reason with the German people so long as they were fed with lies.

Mr. Henry James, who so nobly repaid the hospitality England was proud to show him by adopting her nationality in her hour of greatest need, said shortly before his death that nothing grieved him more than the constant loss of England’s “best blood, seed and breed.”  The mothers of England “give their sons,” but they know that the choice did not rest with them: 

We did not give you—­all unasked you went,
Sons of a greater motherhood than ours;
To our proud hearts your young brief lives were lent,
Then swept beyond us by resistless powers. 
Only we hear, when we have lost our all,
That far clear call.

But how can the grief be measured of those

                     Whose best,
    Eager to serve a higher quest
  And in the Great Cause know the joy of battle,
    Gallant and young, by traitor hands,
    Leagued with a foe from alien lands,
  Struck down in cold blood, fell like butchered cattle?

Though Ireland is not for the moment a source of humour she contrives to be the cause of it in others.  A daily paper tells us that Sir Robert Chalmers is to be “Permanent Under-Secretary of Ireland pro tem.”  Another daily paper, the Daily Mail, to be precise, has discovered a new test of valour:  “Mr. Hellish, a regular reader of the Daily Mail for years, was awarded the V.C. last month for conspicuous bravery.”

June, 1916.