country pass
through so many vicissitudes, and in the end to appear in the face of
the world no longer as England's enemy, but as a constituent part of the
great British Empire, one of her best friends and supporters, glorying
in her flag, which now floats from Cape Agalhas to the Zambesi, and soon
will float over those contingent regions that have been seized by the
mailed fist of Germany.

*Capt. Mark Haggard's Death in Battle*

_To the Editor of The [London] Times_:

Sir: In various papers throughout England has appeared a letter, or part
of a letter, written by Private C. Derry of the Second Battalion, Welsh
Regiment. It concerns the fall of my much-loved nephew, Capt. Mark
Haggard, of the same regiment, on Sept. 13 in the battle of the Aisne.

Since this letter has been published and, vivid, pathetic, and
pride-inspiring as it is, does not tell all the tale, I have been
requested, on behalf of Mark's mother, young widow, and other members of
our family, to give the rest of it as it was collected by them from the
lips of Lieut. Somerset, who lay wounded by him when he died. Therefore
I send this supplementary account to you in the hope that the other
journals which have printed the first part of the story will copy it
from your columns.

It seems that after he had given the order to fix bayonets, as told by
Private Derry, my nephew charged the German Maxims at the head of his
company, he and his soldier servant outrunning the other men. Arrived at
the Maxim in front of him, with the rifle which he was using as Derry
describes, he shot and killed

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[Illustration: LUDWIG FULDA.

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the three soldiers who were serving it, and then was seen "fighting and
laying out" the Germans with the butt end of his empty gun, "laughing"
as he did so, until he fell mortally wounded in the body and was carried
away by his servant.

His patient and heroic end is told by Private Derry, and I imagine that
the exhortation to "Stick it, Welsh!" which from time to time he uttered
in his agony, will not soon be forgotten in his regiment. Of that end we
who mourn him can only say in the simple words of Derry's letter, that
he "died as he had lived--an officer and a gentleman."

Perhaps it would not be inappropriate to add as a thought of consolation
to those throughout the land who day by day see their loved ones thus
devoured by the waste of war, that o