Holy 'Trinity Cathedral was crowded to the door when the' service arranged by the United Services Association, was held, usual the pews in the nave been removed, with the except! of a few near the chancel, reserved for official representatives, apart from which, the entire body of the church was given over to the public and, by the time the service began the Cathedral was literally full.
'The Very Rev. Dean Trivett officiated, assisted by the Rev. Robbins,' the Rev. R. J. Stockdale M.c., ex, and the Rev. T. Ward Hall, The Band of the 2nd, Bu. The Suffolk Regiment supplied music in the church in conjunction the organ, and the buglers of the same egimont, sounded the Cathedral doors. Mid fast Post and the Reveille at Among those present in the reserved seats were Vice-Admiral Sir Reginald Tyrwhitt, General A. E. Wardrop, Mr. C. F. Garstin, Mr. E. S. Cunningham, Mr. Fessenden, Brigadier Botrett, Cot, Hasgard, ' Col. Brownrigg, Col. Orpen Palmer, the Trustees of the Cathedral, and other members of tthe services and consular body.
The service itself was short and impressive. The singing of tha Recessional immediately preceded the two minutes" silence, the commencement of which was marked by the roll of drums. "At the cone clusion of the two minutes the Last Post was played and the Dean then, gave a brief and vivid address, taking for his text, Hebrews XI, 1.2, "Seeing that we also are com: Passed about with $0 great a cloud of witnemes, let us... run with patience the race that is set bofora. us., looking unto Jesus."
The Searred Fields Many years have passed, said the Dean, since the guns fell silent, the guns that during four long bitter years, had never ceased to take. their hourly toll of the best of the world's young: manhood. This day we offer our humble thanksgiving to God for the victory won, and our heartfelt gratitude to the men who were our shield and defence in th day of ordeal. The very battle names cannot be lightly peated. They bring with them 4 rush of memories, of a hundred towns and villages, and many a street corner or broken hedge, sunken road holds for us history than great towns.
There is an unknown warrior's grave in Westminster Abbey and a forest of crosses in Flanders and France, They mark the sacrod dust of our million British dead, but they are not there, Under their stones they lie, in the great Cathedral, dust and ashes, but they fare not there. Under the grass they lie, in Franco and Flanders, but they are not there, Far in strange Tands they lie, with no sign over them, under deep seas, loxt in 3 changes, but they are not there, They are not dead, they live. Perchance they gather with us in our worship of God.
This is the great and inspiring thought that the sacred writer haa to. "Seeing that we also are preserved for us in the text T chose
compassed about with so great cloud of witnesses let us run the race, looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith," our great leader, example and deliveror inn fellowship of suffering that ends in eternal glory.
There are memories that should dwell with us not only on this day, but on each and every day of the year. For if we have a duty toward the dead we also have a duty, toward the living. If the man who stood beside us in the day of battle was our comrade and friend ho should be no less our comrade and friend to-day, Never forget that the Empire for whose honour and existence we fought is dependent for its very life on' that spirit of comradeship. Lot this day of remembrance then be a day of To dedication. Let us catch again the comradeship. 1 spirit of sacrifice of service and of
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