so much better. I think that
he will pull through all right." "Then the Eusol injection has done
good, I suppose?" "His wife and mother came last night and sat up with
him"--and I saw a twinkle in the corner of her eye. Eusol injections
are now considered inert.

With so many patients who only remained so short a time, there was an
inevitable tendency to relapse into treating men as "cases," not as
brothers. To get through their exterior needed tact and experience.
But if love is a force stronger than bayonets and guns, it certainly
has its place in modern--and all time--surgery. I have a shrewd
suspicion that it is better worth exhibiting than quite a number of
the drugs still on the world's pharmacopoeias. Many of the nurses kept
visitors' books, and in these their patients were asked to write their
names or anything they liked. The little fact made them feel more at
home, as if some person really cared for them. One could not help
noticing how many of them broke out into verse, though most of them
were labouring men at home. Although some was not original, it showed
that they liked poetry. Some was extempore, as the following:

"Good-bye, dear mother, sister, brother,
Drive away those bitter tears.
For England's in no danger
While there are bomb throwers in the Tenth Royal Fusiliers."

The following effusion I think was doubtless evolved gradually. It
runs:

"There's a little dug-out in a trench,
Which the rainstorms continually drench.
With the sky overhead, and a stone for a bed,
And another that acts for a bench.

"It's hard bread and cold bully we chew;
It is months since we've tasted a stew;
And the Jack Johnsons flare through the cold wintry air,
O'er my little wet home in the trench.

"So hurrah for the mud and the clay,
Which leads to 'der Tag,' that's the day
When we enter Berlin, that city of sin,
And make the fat Berliners pay."

I have never been in any sense what is generally understood by the
term "faith healer," but I am certain that you can make a new man out
of an old one, can save a man who is losing ground, and turn the
balance and help him to win out through psychic agencies when all our
chemical stimulants are only doing harm. That seemed especially true
in those put _hors de combat_ by the almost superhuman horrors of this
war. It seemed to me to pay especially to get the confidence of one's
patients. Thus one man woul