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furnished by Mrs. Inglis. It was at first used in connection with 

 the Queen of the Belgians' hospital and was consecrated by Bishop 

 Bury (Bishop of North and Central Europe) in June, 1917. 



There is a plate in the chapel explaining it was built in 

 memory of The Rev. Rupert Edward Inglis by his friend 

 Sidney Byass. 



British soldiers are in that chapel now, having been removed 

 from the hospital, which was being shelled. 



How pleased Mr. Inglis Avould have been to see the numbers 

 of soldiers outside, in lines, awaiting their turn to attend the 

 daily service now held there. But who amongst us dare say he 

 does not know ? 



One of the most charming of Mr. Inglis's characteristics was 

 his devotion to his mother. There are many devoted sons and 

 mothers, but the relationship between Rupert Inglis and his 

 mother was out of the common. 



I have often noticed it is the men who love their mothers 

 who live pure lives and carry brave hearts ; their love is a talis- 

 man. Men's love for their mothers makes them tender and 

 respectful to women. The man who believes in no woman's 

 goodness and integrity is like a ship without a rudder. 



Lady Inglis, his mother, was the daughter of the first Baron 

 Chelmsford (the Hon, Julia Selina Thesiger). She wrote a book 

 of her experiences during the siege of Lucknow, which interested 

 me, as I know the place intimately. The Rev. Rupert Inglis's 

 father commanded the S2nd Regiment during the T^Iutiny, and 

 marched with it into Lucknow in January, 1857. 



When Sir Henry Lawrence was mortally wounded in the 

 Residency, he said no one better than Colonel Inglis could be 

 found to command the troops. 



Lady Inglis (then Mrs. Inglis) and her children were shut into 

 the besieged Residency or Bailie Guard with the other women 

 and children. I know the room where she lay when ill, and the 

 exact spot where Sir Henry Lawrence died. 



It seems fitting that the son of such a fine soldier as Sir John 

 Inglis should have died amongst fighting soldiers. 



Mr. Rupert Inglis liked comfort and the good things of this 

 world to which he had been accustomed, but was eager to throw 

 it all on one side to go out and do his bit. 



He was a finely-built man, over six feet in height, and very 



