A LETTER FROM THE NORTH SEA. [To THE EDITOR Or
THE " EPF.CTATOR."1 SIR,—No doubt hundreds of letters similar in spirit to the enclosed are being received now from the North Sea, and therefore you may possibly care to print this short and characteristic communication, received last week from no First Lieutenant of a battleship there. Half a sentence only has been omitted.—I withhold my name, for obvious reasons, and sign myself merely, as I am proud to do,
A SAILOR'S SISTER.
" Wednesday, August 12th. Mr DEAR MATER,—Many thanks for your letter. I can tell you nothing of what we are doing, &c., only please don't worry. I would much rather be here than on shore now. . . . I hope you are all right and settling down to the new state of affairs, which must be really much less disturbing for us than for you. I expect his sister] would like to change places. I really cannot help feeling rather glad that this war has come on now, as, provided we come out all right, I think everybody will be the better for it, and if I should get scuppered myself, I might have done ever so much worse. — is in the ship that sank the German submarine,
rather good work.—Much love to all from your loving Son .''
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