"En Retraite."
"I glanced at it, but could not get through it," replied the Field Marshal. "What does he say?"
"Well, so far as I can make out, that in the time of war all the Militia will be drafted into the Army, and all the Coast Guards into the Navy, and both will disappear together with the Army and the Navy in the first battle."
"Anything else?"
"Well," continued George Ranger, re-opening the Magazine, "he seems to think that we have got enough men, if we can't get more, but that we must defend India with the aid of compulsory service, although, for various 'religious and commercial reasons, almost peculiar to England, the non-adoption of Conscription is certain.'"
"From this I take it the article is slightly mixed?"
"It is—and I am bothered entirely!" replied the poor Duke, who had a habit, when worried, of returning to the brogue he used as Prince George in Ireland, in his youth. "What will I do? Look there now, we have cut down everything to starvation proportions, to please Lord Grandolph, to say nothing of upsetting the entire machinery of the War Office, to save the salary of the Surveyor-General of the Ordnance. Sure, what more will I do?"
"Read this," replied the Field Marshal, giving to H. R. H. a packet. "If War is declared, open it, and act upon the orders contained in it."
And, with this, Punch, the greatest modern strategist, bowed, and retired.
Part II.—After the G. B. took the matter in hand.
Two months later Europe, shaken by the mightiest conflict of this century, was beginning to regain her composure. It would be unwise (for it might offend foreign susceptibilities) to give the names of the victories that had added fresh lustre to the British arms. Suffice it to say that not a single reverse had been recorded. Once more the Field Marshal entered the room of the Commander-in-Chief (patented).
"Well, George, how goes it?" asked the foremost soldier of the age. The Commander-in-Chief (patented) fell upon his knees and kissed the spurs of his master's boots.
"Nay, this show of gratitude is pleasing, but embarrassing. Remember, George, you are of Royal Blood," and the Field-Marshal gently and kindly assisted the Patented One to rise.
"I cannot help it," returned George, with a burst of almost painful emotion. "You have done so much for us."
"Not at all," observed Punch with a smile, "that packet certainly contained a few suggestions of some value."
"Why, they saved the country! How should we have horsed the Cavalry and Artillery, if we had not entered on peace contracts with the Directors of Pickford's, the London General Omnibus Company, the Road Cars, the Tramways, and the Herne Bay Bathing Machine Owners. The last were not easily persuaded to act with us, as somehow the requisition of their quadrupeds seemed to interfere with the success of the Thanet Harriers."
"But they gave in at last?"
"Certainly, patriotism was the rule without exception. Then the compulsory service of their employés in the Volunteers, insisted upon by all the West End Tradesmen and employers of labour throughout the land, had the best effects. Why some of the finest troops in the world came from Schoolbred's, Whiteley's, the Army and Navy Stores, and Smith and Sons."
"And the Inns of Court, the Universities, and the Medical Colleges also insisted upon continued efficient service in the Volunteer ranks to secure the advantage of audience in the Courts and Registration as Doctors, didn't they?"
"Certainly! Oh, it was grand! Then we got as much Cavalry as we required from the farmers, and the Yeomanry, and purchased the entire stock of guns from the Continent.—Just as you told me to do."
"Quite right," said Punch, "after all, guns and ammunition are only a question of figures. I suppose the British Army in India was recalled home and distributed amongst the Colonies, as I suggested, and the Native Troops that were not quite trustworthy treated in the same manner?"
"Assuredly, yes, and they have given an admirable account of themselves in Australia and Canada." Then George hesitated. "But you would not tell me how you supplied their places in India. You merely asked for transport for your Army of Reserves."
"Quite so," said Punch, with a smile. "But, now that peace is decided upon, and all but declared, I need keep silence no longer. The fact is, I fought the Russians with an Army of Germans and Italians, under the command of my friend Sir Frederick Roberts."
"Germans and Italians! Where did you get them from?"
"From places where they were ruining our working-poor and doing themselves no permanent good. I shipped them from Hatton Garden and Whitechapel. My country saved, the welfare of the world in general demands my restored attention. It shall have it."
And full of this truly benevolent intention, Mr. Punch returned to Fleet Street.