rence to criticism. Success had improved him in
every way: this seems a common thing with Britishers. In September
last I knocked up against him at Rennes during the Dreyfus trial.
As I expected, Steevens kept cool: he could always see the other
side of a question. We discussed the impending war, and he was
eagerly looking forward to going with the troops. I dare not tell
his views on the political question of the war. They would surprise
most of his friends and admirers. On taking leave I bade him be
sure to take care of himself. He said he would."
What strikes me as being peculiarly significant of a certain aspect of
his character appeared in 'The Nursing and Hospital World.' It ran in
this wise--I give merely an extract:--
"Although George Steevens never used his imperial pen for personal
purposes, yet it seems almost as if it were a premonition of death
by enteric fever which aroused his intense sympathy for our brave
soldiers who died like flies in the Soudan from this terrible
scourge, owing to lack of trained nursing skill, during the late
war. This sympathy he expressed to those in power, and we believe
that it was owing to his representations that one of the most
splendid offers of help for our soldiers ever suggested was made by
his chief, the editor of the 'Daily Mail,' when he proposed to
equip, regardless of expense, an ambulance to the Soudan, organised
on lines which would secure, for our sick and wounded, _skilled
nursing on modern lines_, such nursing as the system in vogue at
the War Office denies to them.
"The fact that the War Office refused this enlightened and generous
offer, and that dozens of valuable lives were sacrificed in
consequence, is only part of the monstrous incompetence of its
management. Who can tell! If Mr Alfred Harmsworth's offer had been
accepted in the last war, might not army nursing reform have, to a
certain extent, been effected ere we came to blows with the
Transvaal, and many of the brave men who have died for us long
lingering deaths from enteric and dysentery have been spared to
those of whom they are beloved?"
Another writer in the 'Outlook':--
"As we turn over the astonishing record of George Warrington
Steevens's thirty years, we are divided between the balance of loss
and gain. The loss to his own
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