and easy occupations, which are of immediate result and usefulness, bring back calm to the mind and soothe the nerves. Then the great stay which supports the men is a profound, vague feeling of brotherhood which turns all hearts towards those who are fighting. Each one feels that the slight discomfort which he endures is only a feeble tribute to the frightful expense of all energy and all devotedness at the front. _August 25._ This letter will barely precede our own departure. The terrible conflict calls for our presence close to those who are already in the midst of the struggle. I leave you, grandmother and you, with the hope of seeing you again, and the certainty that you will approve of my doing all that seems to me my duty. Nothing is hopeless, and, above all, nothing has changed our idea of the part we have to play. Tell all those who love me a little that I think of them. I have no time to write to any one. My health is of the best. . . . After such an upheaval we may say that our former life is dead. Dear mother, let us, you and I, with all our courage adapt ourselves to an existence entirely different, however long it may last. Be very sure that I won't go out of my way to do anything that endangers our happiness, but that I'll try to satisfy my conscience, and yours. Up till now I am without cause for self-reproach, and so I hope to remain. _August 25_ (2nd letter). A second letter to tell you that, instead of our regiment, it was Pierre's that went. I had the joy of seeing him pass in front of me when I was on guard in the town. I accompanied him for a hundred yards, then we said good-bye. I had a feeling that we should meet again. It is the gravest of hours; the country will not die, but her deliverance will be snatched only at the price of frightful efforts. Pierre's regiment went covered with flowers, and singing. It was a deep consolation to be together till the end. It is fine of Andre[1] to have saved his drowning comrade. We don't realise the reserve of heroism there is in France, and among the young intellectual Parisians. In regard to our losses, I may tell you that whole divisions have been wiped out. Certain regiments have not an officer left.