Wressley of the Foreign Office

I closed and drew for my love's sake,

That now is false to me,

And I slew the Riever of Tarrant Moss,

And set Dumeny free.

And ever they give me praise and gold,

And ever I moan my loss,

For I struck the blow for my false love's sake,

And not for the men at the Moss.

Tarrant Moss.

One of the many curses of our life out here is the want of atmosphere in the painter's sense. There are no half-tints worth noticing. Men stand out all crude and raw, with nothing to tone them down, and nothing to scale them against. They do their work, and grow to think that there is nothing but their work, and nothing like their work, and that they are the real pivots on which the administration turns. Here is an instance of this feeling. A half- caste clerk was ruling forms in a Pay Office. He said to me: — "Do you know what would happen if I added or took away one single line on this sheet?" Then, with the air of a conspirator: — "It would disorganize the whole of the Treasury payments throughout the whole of the Presidency Circle! Think of that?"

If men had not this delusion as to the ultra-importance of their own particular employments, I suppose that they would sit down and kill themselves. But their weakness is wearisome, particularly when the listener knows that he himself commits exactly the same sin.

Even the Secretariat believes that it does good when it asks an over-driven Executive Officer to take census of wheat-weevils through a district of five thousand square miles.

There was a man once in the Foreign Office — a man who had grown middle-aged in the department, and was commonly said, by irreverent juniors, to be able to repeat Aitchison's "Treaties and Sunnuds" backwards, in his sleep. What he did with his stored knowledge only the Secretary knew; and he, naturally, would not publish the news abroad. This man's name was Wressley, and it was the Shibboleth, in those days, to say: — "Wressley knows more about the Central Indian States than any living man." If you did not say this, you were considered one of mean undertanding.