ith his regiment to France, and was
instantaneously killed by a shell when seeking water for his wounded
comrades. He died, as he lived, a Christian hero, and nothing better can
be said of any man.

The following account of his death, received by his sister, Lady
Wiseman, was published in the London _Evening News_:--

The Adjutant of a battalion of the D.C.L.I., said:--"He died a glorious
death--that of a British officer and gentleman, commanding a company in
an important position, and sticking it where many others might have
failed. We were hanging on to the edge of a wood, and the Germans were
trying to shell us out of it. That night the Germans attacked us
again--bombs and liquid fire. C. Company stuck to it, and through all
the terrific shelling they never flinched, although they lost heavily.

"They were there at 10 a.m., and I crawled to and talked to your brother
several times. He was magnificent and very cheerful. His last words to
me were, 'Well, old boy, this is a bit thick, but we'll see it through,
never fear.' His company sergeant-major told me that at about 10 a.m.
your brother crawled away to see if he could get any water for the men,
many of whom were wounded and very thirsty.

"He was hit by a piece of shell in the thigh and side, and killed
instantly. He died doing a thing which makes us feel proud to have
known him. He was a fine officer, a fine friend, and was worshipped by
his men."

I was but one of a large number of members who, during 1888, entered the
House for the first time. To one who had not had the inclination, even
if one had the time, previous to this, for politics, everything in and
around the House was novel and interesting, but it was difficult to
understand why members should in the Chamber be so bitterly hostile to
each other and yet as friendly outside. There were, of course,
exceptions as regards the latter, but I soon learned that a good deal of
what was being said and done was more or less theatrical. Sincerity was
to a great extent at a discount, and later years of experience in
politics confirmed my impressions that the whole was a game to induce
the people to think that their friend was Codlin, and not Short. And the
farce is continued to the present time, only more so, and with the same
success.

It seems to me that the end of my Parliamentary life might be the end of
my reminiscences. The opening of railway communication with Winton
brought new conditions into our liv