Norwich bulletin., 1918-03-01
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The obituary notices of the late General Grossetti speak of his Fal- staffian proportions and he had also something of the wit of the fat knight
 in speaking of his physical disabilities. These were the only afinities, as we may gather from a story Lord Esher tells in the Morning Post:
 In the throes of the Battle Of Ypres the French troops, under a plnishing fire. began to retire. They were met by General Grossetti. What do you to them, T am too fat to run away am tired to death, and I mist sit down. Get me a chair" A solid camp stool was brought by soldier, and down he sat, quietly resting in the
 middle of the shell-torn street--a> sort of Sublician bridge - awaiting the advent of the enemy. He continued 1 to fling hurdorousjokes at the men as 1 they passed. 'T am an unluclSy fellow; cannot retire. You see, I am good fol" nothing but to sit where I am'' A company in Indian file began to creep past, hugging the walls of the 1 scking buses. Where are you off to, 1 my children? Is this really a retreat :? Are you thinking of leaving your old
 General in the lurch " The men stop |
 ting placidly on his camp stool. shells
 bursting round him, gutting the houses, amid showers of sfrapnel. The ex- ample was irresistible. The men took off their kepis and cheered him Justify Retreat was at an end. !. The men turned and began to advance.
 l That is much better reading than
 the story of the battle of Shrewsbury. i f-Observator.
 Among English novelists. Thackeray | has drawn the greatest number of Irish personageS, not always, indeed, to the complete satisfaction of Irish men. Barry Lyndon, .'tfie Tipperary Alcibiades," is blackguard. Captain 1 Sheldon has all the charm of his
 countryman, Sir Richard Steel "thf Christian Hero,p and he holds a place among the journalists of fiction, as does l the faithful Jack Finucane, for, as Thackeray remarks, T never knew ar I embarrassed Irish gentleman yet, but he had an aide camp of Sis owr nation. likewise in circurnst es ei \ pecuniary discomfort" Even tsle dis
 Ereputable Captain Costigan is .e'
 without redaaming features. perhap:
 Thackeray's attention was first drawr
 to Ireland by his wife. At any rate
 the story of his conversation witt
 Trollope's coachman reveals his trut
 outlook "Ye hate us, Mir ThacSeray
 I've hate the Irish.' said the old man '4Iate your" was the answer. "Got
 help me, when all I ever loved on eartl
 was Irish"
 few other Irish men and women il fiction can only be mentioned. Tner, , are Terence Mulvaney, that" "grizzled
 tender and very wise Ulysses" w-h, made soldiers of so many generation
 of recruits, and Kimball O'Hara, wh' will be more promptly recognized a him, among Mir Kiplings creations . There is Trilby O'F'erral, whose nam , made such an impression on D Mauriers mind when it occurred t
 him. T at once realized that it was
 name of great importance. I think
 must have felt as happy as Thackera
 suggested itself to him." There i , the subject of two of Trollop's bes |. political novels. And there is Mere : dlth's. Diana Warwick, whom ever Irishman must be proud to claim as v fellow y-countrywoman even in fictior 2 i--London Observer.
 : Proclamation of General Allenb 2 read to the inhabitants of Jerusaler !. from the steps of the Citadel, i s Arabic, Hebrew, English, Frenel Italian Greek and Russian
 To the Inhabitants of Jerusalem tn s Blessed and the People Dwelling i ' the Vicinity
 The defeat inflicted upon the Turk a by the troops under my command ha resulted in the occupation of your cit = by my forces. l, therefore. here an now, proclaim it to be under martis