Father Brindle, D.S.O. 257 



Welbeck Abbey, dated January 30, 1916, in which he said 

 how sorry he was to hear that the Bishop was rehnquishing his 

 high office in Nottingham, adding, " Though I know I am 

 unworthy to say it, yet I should hke to tell you that I am sure 

 you are immensely respected and admired as a man, a priest, and 

 a soldier. ... I hope you will forgive me for venturing to 

 express my feelings." 



When Sir Evelyn Wood heard of Father Brindle's illness he 

 at once wrote asking to be kept informed of his condition. 



There were many more letters of interest, all couched in the 

 same kindly strain. It is refreshing to find that occasionally 

 the good works of individuals are recognised during thdr 

 lifetime. 



After Bishop Brindle's death rather a touching little prayer 

 was found written on the back of one of his old envelopes : 



Dear Lord ! You are my guest to-day, 



And love has made me bold, 

 So kneeling at Your feet I pray : 



Give me not years, not gems, not gold, 

 Not honour, fame, nor earthly praise, 



Not lengthened years — but fill 

 My heart with one desire — always 



To do, dear Lord, Thy Will. 



The funeral was a great pageant. Not before in England 

 had a soldier funeral been given to a Bishop. It was impressive. 



The body was conveyed by train from St. Mary's College to 

 Nottingham and there transferred from it to a gun-carriage by 

 eight non-commissioned officers. Six horses mounted by men 

 of the Royal Engineers drew the gun-carriage through a mile of 

 mourners. This was followed by three hundred men of the 

 Yorkshire Light Infantry and other regiments, one hundred 

 and sixty cadets from Mount St. Mary's College, a band with 

 draped drums, boy scouts, and mounted police. 



When this procession reached the Cathedral the coffin was 

 carried into its dimness and placed facing the High Altar on a 

 catafalque of purple and gold, bearing the dead man's coat-of- 

 arms. 



A Guard of Honour was provided by the older cadets of 

 Mount St. Mary's College. They stood with reversed arms at 

 the four points of the catafalque. On the coffin, draped with 



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