To Mrs. Going.
Villa Ponente, Taunton. July 11, 1883.
Dear Madam,
Your letter was forwarded to me last month, when I was (and to some extent am still) very very busy in the details of setting up a new home—of the temporary nature of military homes!—as Major Ewing has been posted to Taunton.
As yet there are many things on which I cannot "lay my hand," and a copy of the Tug of War Hymn is among them!
When I can find it—I will lend it to you. Should I omit to do so—please be good enough to jog my memory!
It is a rather "ranting" tune-but has tender associations for my ears.
The soldiers of the Iron Church, South Camp, Aldershot, used to "bolt" with it in the manner described, and some dear little sons of an R.E. officer always called it the "Tug of War Hymn."
With many thanks for your kind sayings, I am, dear Madam,