A commanding officer, placed by accident in partial command of a division, spoke to me (says the London correspondent of the “Nation”) of what happened to it as it lay for forty-eight hours without food or water, and hemmed in on three sides with a greatly superior force of Germans. I recall one incident. At the moment when a trenchful of men were making ready to go over the parapet for a raid, the officer heard a subdued sound of singing. He sent a sergeant to stop it, for silence was imperative. The man came back with tears in his eyes. “What were they singing?” he was asked. “Jesu, Lover of my soul!” A few minutes later many of the singers were dead.