256 sportsmen Parsons in Peace and War 



England, or Roman Catholics, and I hope God will bless and 

 keep you in good health for a good many years to come and we 

 all loved you. 



" I remain, one of the late 1st Royal Warwickshire Regiment, 

 at present Boots at the Crown Hotel. . . ." 



Again, from a retired Renter's war correspondent : 

 "It is now some years since we met at the battle of 

 Tamai, when we tried so hard to obtain a few winks of sleep in 

 an ambulance wagon which was riddled from top to bottom, 

 which disturbed much our comfort and efforts to sleep. I then 

 assisted you in helping to relieve the awful sufferings of the 

 wounded. ..." 



One more old soldier's letter I would like to quote. 



" Your Holiness, 



" I trust you will excuse me writing to you in this 

 manner. I am an old soldier of the Seaforth Highlanders, and 

 served with you in the Soudan campaign in 1898. I was 

 reading in the Nottingham Guardian of the prize distribution of 

 the Robin Hoods, and I saw a face sitting on the left of the 

 Mayor that I remembered having seen in the desert. 



" My mind went back to that solitary figure marching in 

 front of the British fighting square, the only man outside the 

 square except the colour party, and that was Father Brindle, 

 D.S.O. 



" I have taken the liberty of writing to ask the favour of one 

 of your photographs to keep in remembrance of you. 



" I have seen a good deal of warfare, like yourself, have four 

 war medals and eight clasps, and am very much interested in 

 old veterans. 



" I am now the store-keeper at the Coal and Iron 



Company. . . ." 



When failing health obliged Father Brindle to give up active 

 work and retire from the See of Nottingham, he went to Mount 

 St. Stephens College, near Sheffield, in which he had always 

 been interested, and there he ended his days, becoming entirely 

 an invalid in March, 1916, and dying in June of the same year. 



Shortly before leaving Nottingham, amongst the many 

 letters in his post-bag was one from the Duke of Portland, from 



