To Mrs. Keays-Young.
Cardiff Castle, Cardiff,
31 August, 1915.
Dearest Baby,
Many thanks for your letter, which I got on my way through London. I spent one night there to see about some work I am having done in the house.
I have a drawer quite full of press-cuttings, and I do not know what is in any of them. It is difficult to choose anything of interest, as they are all a good deal alike, and all sound my trumpet very loudly; but I enclose one specimen.
We had meetings every night in Glasgow. They were mostly badly organised and well attended. Here I have an agent arranging everything, and two of my meetings have been enormous. The first was at the dock-gates in the open air, and the second in the Town Hall. The band of the Welch Regiment played, and Mr. Glover conducted, but nothing is the same, of course. Alan is at Porthcawl, and came to see me this morning.
The war news could hardly be worse, and yet I am told by men who get sealed information from the Foreign Office that worse is coming.
Poor Russia! She wants help more than anyone. Her wounded are quite untended. I go there next month.