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.

* * * * *

  “‘Who is there to take up my duties?’ asked the setting sun. 
  ‘I shall do what I can, my Master,’ said the earthen lamp.”—­R.T.

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.

  As I am not a banker or a high official swell,
  I never felt a pressing need for dressing extra well;
  And yet there were occasions, in days not long remote,
  When I assumed the stately garb of topper and frock-coat.