The Richmond Virginian. (Richmond, Va.) 1910-1920, 1914-10-29

sun cycles OF his burdensome episco-
pate: because to him IL was given 10
lay foundations. that, please God
shall never be shaken. on The sun
blistered plains of Utah and Wyo-
ming. and amid the mighty gorgcs
OF Idaho and Montana; apove ar.
because
" He never swerved for craft or fear
By one side path from simple truth.
But today. for the first time in
the history OF our church life, are
we TO witness the conservation to the
episcopate OF fails historic diocese of
V.rginta--througho fourscore years
the nursing mother of missions to
those far hence--of q presbyter called
back from the far-fiung battle line
He was chosen with a singular una
nimfty. and. az we firmly believe,
with a true instinct and with the
Holy Spirits guidance. by you, his
peers and fellow priests to come up
to the help OF your diocese. now some
what worn and broken in health by
nearly two decades of tireless, self
forgetful service. You sent your call
across the Southern seas, and today's
consecrand needed his mothers
voice. and came. bringing me with
him. that ] might speak out Of the
mutual memories and comradeship
that links us, to you and TO him
something of greeting and counsel as
he bows his shoulder to the burden
OF his shepherds crook. So doing,
he unconsciously added another Inca
ment of uniqueness to this days
event. Never before I take 1t. has
a missionary bishop from an obscure
frontier been called 10 20 high a task,
10 so heart-searching duty, to so
tender trust"
A Personal Word.
Speaking to Bishop Brown. Bishop
said:
And now. my Observation-Disclosures in
long and close omradeship--a Gus
tom ] dare not violate bids me speak
to you yet. more intimate personal
word in closing, even though the task
be touched with n pathos we cannot
disguise in view OF all that binds us.
and that this service means that here
our pathways part ! look today
across one and thirty years to that
autumn morning 7 first met you by
my brothers side as master in our
diocesan school. Little dreamed we
hen whittier God would lead us.
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Afterwards in the seminary and
hen all these happy years in Brazil
ogether and never a break nor
loud of misunderstanding nor even
passing strain on a friendship that
has scarcely seemed of this world,
20 fiawless 1t has been, due chiefly to
1our own noble self discipline and
Sindly forbearance. How the mem
'ries come thronging from those
,arly days there, when our unpractic- |
I'd hands were trying to lay ts1e foun-
iations Of national church, along
with Morris and Meem and Cabral. /
ater Ribble and Thomas and all the |
est of our Brazilian clergy, our own
sons in the Gospel, Can we forget
lear Miguel. our early loss, so closely
knit to you, so strong and valiant for
he truth. not unlike his archangel
IA mesake? AS / recall to you those
happy labors and associations, and to
myself your own unfeigned, unfailing
loyalty, ] feel that If these your flu
ture comrades and clergy render to
rou what you gave men, yours will be
happiest OF episcopates. May God so
discharge the debt can never meet,
Tenderer far and more sacred than
all else is a silent. far off. holy mem
DRY that must come to you today of
your first communion in boyhood at
your mothers bedside. How much
owes to her fair and high
born Christian daughters from Mary
Bah and Mary Randolph Meade to
Anne Carter and Mary Whittle. who
sons in household faith and
hreside sanctlties for church or State.
as God should call"