New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1915-08-01
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No: not a bit Of ia gentle churchman
turned logician.
at is an utter mistake" he says, "to suppose
that the Old Testament virtues are to be laid
aside because the New Testament supplements
them by humility and self-suffering and per-
sonal weakness. No! Courage, 1awless, indy
ing courage, is the special characteristic OF the
Christian soldier as it was the special charac-
teristic of Christ himself" And so he girded
himself to rouse his fellow countrymen and to
stimulate himself to play the man in this great
DAY Of God"
And so. this being Day of the Lord, the
good Bishop donned his khaki as chaplain OF
the army and went to hearten the men IN the
fields. There was a gentle hush OF peace IN
the soft June morning as we sat together IN
the study. he on the lounge and in the great
armchair in front of him. How clothe him IN
khaki-sitting there like boy with his papers
scattered to the side of him? He went to re-
cruit with his mind not his heart.
He was leading me out through the great
window into the ancient garden. IF you go
down this lane and then turn to the right and
then to the left you will come out upon the
main highway of Fulham. In passing take
rose to remember that you had rose from the
garden of the Bishop of London HIS hand
was on my shoulder, kindly, paternal, and ne
sent me along with smile.
| walked down the lane and turned to my
right and in passing took deep red rose from
the garden of the Bishop of London.
But must have taken wrong turning, Tor
l. : lou HOnr i'm
garden wall and came not upon the highway
of Fulham but upon an ancient churchyard'
crowded with tombstones, chilly and dank. In
the distance three small boys were leaplng
over the rounded graves.
(Which is the way out?" | asked troubled.
They looked surprised at the sudden apparl-
ton of a normal healthy woman with deep
red rose in her hand and led me to the church
yard gate, plainly puzzled as to how had
made my way in.
The end of your logic is the churchyard,
Bishop want life.
caught the tram backbone woman in the
midst of company boys in khakl-newIy maze
soldiers fresh from the shop rather enjoying
for once the free, open life of the drill. why
bother for the morrow? ! heard such badlnage
as only the English in groups indulge IN. no"
thin and small they were-from the long hours
in the shop-much too thin and small for MILL
tary service, but with a good flush from Swed-
ish drill. Swedish drill before breakfast and
after breakfast and all day. God punish Swe-
den,r cried one Such laughter
And these are the instruments OF Uod IN
working out His Day. They should nave
known more. even they in the midst OF this'
"Thv Day." the things that belong unto Thy
peace They are too thin and ill-fed. Surely
they do not know the things that belong unto
Thy peace-even now, in the midst OF TINS my
Day.
should have returned as came through
the Bishops Park, long since given to the bor-
ouph of Fulham, where the little children
nlaved ball in the fields and where the young
English ladies driven by the war from paint
ing the trees in the Luxembourg Gardens IN
Paris sat painting them in the avenue at the
very gate of the Bishops palace. shepherd
that kept his flock close to him-a good
Bishop.
"PEACE?"
The sight was ancient and seemly and be-
longing to this Bishops peace like the
palace itsef-surely Tudor-with the quaint