THE LATE TROOPER FRANK BROWN.
Memorial Sebyice. Yesterday there was held in the Old Military Cemetery here a solemn and unusual service which drew together a very large and sympathetic concourse from the town and surrounding districts, and served to bring home to many hearts and minds the dread reality of the warfare which has been raging in Bouth Africa for two and a half years. The ceremony was held to commemorate the late Trooper Frank Brown, a Member of the Tauranga Mounted Rifles, who, nearly twelve months ago, volunteered for active service with the. Seventh Contingent, and the news of whose death from wounds cast a heavy gloom over the neighbourhood during the past week. About 2.30 the Town Band, which had kindly offered to assist at the service, marched up to the Old Cemetery gates while the members of deceased corps fell-in, I dismounted, en the parade ground of their camp, in the lower paddock of the Elms, under Lieut*. Collett, (commanding), and Bennett and Btaff Bergt Major Carpenter, Instructor to the Camp. The Company then marched up to the cemetery to the strains of ' Star of Heaven gently guide me, ' where they were formed into a hollow square, in the open side of which the Rev Charles Jordan, 8.A., Chaplain to the Corps, took his stand and read those portions of the beautiful service for the burial of the dead, which were appropriate to the occasion, the Band playing at intervals the hymns « Nearer My God to thee ' and < Hear the Call ' and the ' Dead March ' from Saul. At the conclusion of the service the Chaplain addressed the Volunteers and the large ooncourse gathered around them, and spoke with great feeliog of the deceased lad whose life had been laid down for the honour of the Old Flag, and of the bitter loss thus inflicted on his sorrowing mother, sisters and brothers. He concluded with a few stirring words, emphasizing the, righteous character of the warlike attitude of Britain and her Colonies 'in the present crisis, justifying the terrible recourse to arms in the cause of humanity and justice but urging his hearers on this sad occasion to offer up a silent prayer for an early return of honourable and lasting peace. At the conclusion of the service the Corps marched back to Camp, ( the Band playing * Safe Home in Port ' and ' Golden Harps are waiting . On arrival on the Parade Ground the Company was dismissed, and thus closed this solemn and pathetic scene which will perpetuate in many minds the memory of the brave lad who left his home a bare twelvemonth ago, full of high hopes and expectations, only to find a soldier's grave in the African veldt,