The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-08-09

battle of Jutland gives his views and observations of that naval engage ment in the following letters, which are published by permission of the admiralty He is the son of dis Ftinguished man. we'll known in Amer ica as well as England. Part of his letter to his mother reads:
 June 3.-I have seen a real naval battle, and 1t was not in the least like what had expected; and it was rather soul-shaking. I had always drawn a mental picture of the two fleets, in line ahead, pounding away at each other, with us (light cruis- ers) looking on, seeing all that was happening from van to rear, and ev- ' erything obvious as a cricket match.
 "I might have known from Heligo- land that circumstances alter cases; but somehow I never thought of a l general action in thick mist, where < Iyqu could not see half your own fleet, .j let alone the enemy's. But so it was; '! and vast forms loomer up out of the mist, firing like Billy-o at other ships that were perfectly invisible.
 'T saw the Invincible-my old 1n- vfncible-blow up like the Bulwark ' right along side us, hardly a mile off, great crimson race of flame a thundred feet high and perhaps two hundred broad, that went up leisure fly, contemptuously, with an awful majestic dignity, to good four hun !, dred feet; at it's very top an immense bulk of ships plating, and many les li so1f bits, Then the deep red faded ] out and there remained only a black pail below, merging in the general pall that the many ships smoke at full speed were creating; and above, 4 new billowy cloud added to the 04hers i'm the sky, and only to be dis Sl tinguished by its greater height
 "Eighteen minutes later the pail lcleared sufficiently to enable one to see her bows sticking up above water 4 at an angle, her red bottom above Y her gray side: her stern equally stick ing up at an angle. red uppermost. There they stayed, the British fleet passing by on either side, going into Is action.
 A Star of Bethlehem.
 The enemy signalled his x final retirement. the day done.s with < a really lovely star-shell, which quite ' warmed my heart toward him-I who s have always lover fireworks; and af- ' ter all the furious deep red displays of pyrotechnics we had been treated !; to for over three hours, this gentle, ' cool, pure white. silent star of Beth I 1ehem, was quite like the spirit of \ peace coming to brood over us. That was actually the last we really saw of v the enemy for although some of the others goti heavily engaged that night. and sank a nrst-class' Hun, we at least got no more work.
 There is no more to tell. No ' one stopped firing when the Invin- cfble blew.up. as they did at the bat tie of the Nile when L'Orient did the I same; we moderns have got beyond < all these courtesieS Nor did we mo- tice the noise of the explosion. which < seems to suggest that there was a good deal of other strange noises as indeed was the case"
 Tn . letter to his father. written ' next day. the young officer said:
 I Well. I wrote you rather glum X note,- which enclosed in C's letter. \ but remember that was still under the influence of seeing two British I battle-cruisers blown up just like 2 child's squib. and that as far as we then knew. we had played a. game with the enemy with ships as chips, and had forfeited six to his none.
 But since then more news has come to hand; tales of sunken bat tleships (we lost none, you know) and shattered batt1e-cruisers; eye witnesses descriptions of sunk light cruisers that I had not even seen; circumstantial account from our revered leader of the torpedoing of one of the enemy,s finest sbattleships: and the effect Of blowing up of the Invincible and Queen Mary has worn off considerably.
 A Cruiser Sinks.
 'I remember lots of things re- member a Hun light cruiser lying < stopped right in the path of our bat < tie fleet, steam pouring from her fun nels and flames spouting from her decks. shells still bursting on her and the sunlight playing on her well-kept 2 side.rrg N
 He causeth the sun to shine on the just and on the unjust! She was only able to avoid our battleships by the primitive and not wholly satis- factory method of-sinking!
 I remember also a sight that will last as long in my memory as that of the sinking Mainz and the death of the Invincible. As those were the essence of shattered matter, so this was the essence of triumphant spirit. A little British destroyer, her mid ships rent by a great shell, meant for a battle; cruiser. exuding steam from every port, able to go ahead. but not to steer, coming down diagonally across our line (which was rather congested just there), unable to get out of anybody's way; likely to be rammed by any one of a dozen ships; her siren whimpering, Let me through! Make way her crew fall en aft, dressed in lifebelts. ready for her final plunge, and cheering wildly as might an enthusiastic crowd when the king passes. Perfectly magnif- cent! Thank God I am an English man!
 You will be glad to hear that she is now, after all, safe in port. The Invtncible had just blown up. the < Queen Mary ten minutes earlier. She had just been winged, and that was her reply-spontaneous cheering from her crew.
 T remember, too, dashing out from where we had been to. strafe the Hun destroyers. Somebody said 'SubmarineI We looked again, and saw it was a destroyer bottom up Nne of o1Ira had heen near there