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0 ILI s I iWKr^ouiai g U {" M Do r.?u.; ru i'<4 C; £ £ !f >■ R¡2. Impwas^yo Gathering at the y r. 'n >, 1:' P^oiV Church. On Sunday List (Trinity Sunday) a most impressive service was held at the Priory Church, Brecon, in memory of the brethren of the 17sk Lottge, R. A.t > who laid down their Jives for their country in the Groat War. Some 130 ill.* T T ..4. .Ll_ Queen's Head Hotel, and formed a pro- cession to the church. Wearing their jewels and regnlin, the procession was headed by Bro. P. S. Winatone, K.O.M., supported bv Bros. T. Yapp, K.O.M., G. T. Jones, K.O.M.. D. Powell. K.O.M., M. H. rndes, K.O.M.. H. J. Roberts. C.P., secretary, and other officers of the Lodge. There was a large congregation in the church, including a number of the relatives of the fallen. The organist (Mr E. W. Baker, F.R.C.O.) played as an opening voluntary Chopin's Fureral March. The service was con- ducted by the Rev. H. J. Church Jones, M.A., R.D., and the Rev. D. Saunders- Jones, M.A., R.D., rector of Cantref and Chaplain to the Lodge, gave the address. After the opening sentences, Psalm 121 was chanted, and following the Lesson, taken from Revs. xxi. the choir, un- accompanied, sang with fine effect Sullivan's beautiful anthem "Yea, though I walk." Before the address the hymn There is a land of pure delight" was sung. THE AI>DKESS. The Rev. D. Saunders-Jones remarked that we were passing through a time of almost world-wide bereavement. There was scarcely a household in our great Empire in which there was not the empty chair and the portrait of some strong young face that would be seen no more, and a name on the Roll of Honour. At such a time they did not want to preach sermons but to say words of comfort and cheer to each other, to soothe and bless each other. Let those who knew the sorrow or the pang-and which of them did not ?—comfort each other with two simple thoughts. First, let them remember that, after all, death was the common lot, and sooner or later the pain of separation must be suffered. To each one death was but the entrance into I a newer, fuller life. The sadness was not death but the incompleteness anclun- satisfactoriness of our lives. Secondly, let them think of those who had laid down their lives for their country and the greatness to which they had attained. As they read the lists of the fallen they felt themselves in the presence of heroes as great and as mighty as ever lived in the classic days of long ago—as noble and as grand as ever drew sword on behalf of liberty and truth. It had been a wonder- ful experience of which poets would sing and historians write as long as the world endured. They had lived to see a great- ness in their splendid boys of which they had but little conception, but of which they were justly proud. To those who mourned the loss of loved ones the com- fort must come, that they had passed into I the company of those great heroes who counted not their lives too dear, but at the call of duty sacrificed all for the sake of their country, the good of mankind, and the cause of true liberty. It was with their pain and blood they won the final victory and bought the Peace. What sort of a peace would it be ? Would it be such as they knew a few short years ago ? A peace given up to maney-making, money-worshiping and money squander- ing a peace in which scheming politicians played for their own hand and their own purse ? Would it be a peace of bickering sects and warring classes in which man was often despised and God too often forgotten ? A peace of selfish luxury side by side with cruel penury ? God forbid! If it were, the sacrifice would have been in vain. They trusted that the world would use well its blessing of peace, and would build thereon a new City of Right- eouslless-acommonwealth of God. That j would, indeed, be a worthy thank-offering to the dead, in proud and glorious and imperishable memory of their high courage, noble endeavour and great .¡: sacrifice. During the singing of the hymn Through the night of doubt and sorrow," an offertory was taken on behalf of the R.A.O.B. Orphanage. Or THE FALLEN. The Dead March in "Saul was played whilst the congregation stood, and 11 1 the following names of those who had prayers Sgt. Albert Cornish, S.W.B. Sgt. Jeff. Price, C.P., Brecknocks; Pte. Thos. Fisher, S.W.B. Sgt. J. i Harold Morris, C.P., Brecknocks Pte. Bert Price, Welsh Rgt. Q.M.S. W Burt Elston, S.L.I Q.S.M, T. ^ocjson o.W'.B. Sgt- \V, Turner, Royal Flying Corpsi ■ Trooper Leonard A. Hedge, Montgomery I.Y. Pte. W. H. Siiiime.Vi, Monmouths Pte. D. Dacey, onmouths Lieut. Mozart Jones, C.P., R.G.A. Sgt. Christmas Morgan, S.W.B.; Lieut. Douglas G. Webster, M.C.,M.G.C.; C.S.M. A. J. Whatley, S.W.B. Pte. Milton H. Wood, R.A.M.C.; C S.M. J. Musty, C.P. S.W.B. Pte. W. J. Jenkins, Monmouths Pte.'D. J. Charles, Liver- pools and Pte. A. E. Evans, Somerset L.I. The Blessing, pronounced by the Rev. H. J. Church Jones, and the National Anthem concluded the service. j


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