The daily morning journal and courier., 1901-09-04

| plice and the four-cornered nat
 "Ah," he said, "here they are,' and the
 thin, deep-lined, nervous face bright
 ened into smile of greeting, for the procession had just reached the church
 door, and this master spirit is waiting
 there purposely to give his tired work
 CTS due welcome and such words of
 cheer as he thinks they need. The
 girls are first. Good evening, dear ! ladies'" is his salute. With almost ev-
 cry one he shakes hands, all are | thanked, and by the time these have | passed into the robing room, the men file in. "Iet the band get to their l places at once; it's time to begin" { "Ah, Captain" he said, as he grasped I the hand of the leader "how tired you | look; go in at once and sit down. '" l Then MT. Garlic vanished within, and 1 in moment I too had found seat in | the well-filled church. But with me
 went the vision of that tired captain, and when later I heard in the notices | that he had been hard at it since early
 morning and still had another outdoor service to conduct, I couldn't help | thinking that he had abundantly earned both a good comfortable seat for little time in the House of the
 Lord and the cheery, sympathetic
 greeting he had just received from his commanding general.
 The next I saw of the Rev Wilson Garlic was when in the dim light, while some pictures were being exhib- tied, and just after the megaphone had
 given us a brief address from the Bish- op of Stepney, a man resembling him
 had mounted a stool and was amour
 cling that after the stringed and wind
 instruments had gotten in tune with
 the piano and organ, they would all
 join in a hymn the words of which
 would be thrown by limelight on the
 screen. The gentleman who made this
 announcement held long trombone in
 his hands, and in company with the
 girls who played on violins and the men
 who footed on instruments of brass, he
 proceeded at once to get his trombone
 up to the right pitch There was no
 tittering during this performance. It
 was taken as a matter of course, and
 the perfect behaviour of that large au-
 dience in such circumstances helped me
 to think that perhaps after all a
 show" of this kind was not a desecra-
 tion of place of worship. Already in-
 deed I began to think that perhaps whatever of novelty might occur in this strangely opened service would in the end leave a good impression behind 1t.
 But that gentleman with the trom- bone, was he really the head of the Church Army, and the rector of this church of St. Mary Hill? Yes, in deed, and that trombone lean and long and fltful and explosive like himself, I soon found out, was to be MT. Carile's inseparable wand of authority all through that service. And not unfit ting one, as the result showed, for the trombone doesn't carry the tune; it rather helps out the other instruments in odd spots. and In jerky but unique and very decisive way starts in or leaves off according to the players personal caprices. Which precisely symbolizes the cratic, in and out. off and on manner in which MT. Garlic carried through, one moment in per- son and the next by proxy, all the re- features of that evening ser vice at St. Mary's. Each of the les- sons was short, and each was read with comments by some member of MT Carliles Church Army that gen tlenan himself standing near by, ner- vously twitching at his moustache while the lesson was being read and then, as each lesson ended and the Psalm was sung, twitching in the most way at the movable part i of his trombone to help out in the vol | lIme of melody. For a change he | would occasionally lay down the in- strument and beat time by clapping his hands. Quicker little quicker" was | a frequent interjection, and repeatedly he exhorted everybody to join in, which think everybody did, saving, possibly, l the wicked person who was taking notes.
 What was the impression of all this? From astonshment, it soon changed, in ny case, to thoughtfulness, and as the service progressed, despite the eccen- ricities it continued to develop, the im- oression for good deepened. The man sitting next to me looked like person yho might be there like myself only to lee and judge. At one time. when MT. 1arlile and his trombone were very ef- actively helping out the other instru- nents, I whispered a casual remark in lis ear. Turning to answer, tears were n evidence and it wasn't long until his landkerchief was in use. But of course O produce any impression of this kind, md to make any person of intelligence ccept some of the things he was in any ther than a spirit of adherence, there would naturally have to be some fea- ures that were profoundly religious 'here were such features. In amongst were pictures beautiful ictures not all of them religious, but II artistic and elevating. When there vas no picture on the screen the words f a hymn like "The Church's One and while this was being ung the surpiced choir would be around the aisles. Then, too, here were the impressive prayers of , he Church of England, and these also ere one after another thrown upon he lime-lighted screen.
 Into some of these prayers the voice the rector threw a pathos of ex- resson which made you quite forgive is unclerical antics with the trombone. will arise," he said, "and go to my ather." Then we saw before us a pie Ire of the prodigal in distress Then anne the General Confession, then the .bsolution, which was no doubt, much ee0ad hy coi,a fin that aIldipOce and l