LATE CEDRIC CRAWSHAW.

Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXIX, Issue 36, 4 June 1914, Page 4

LATE CEDRIC CRAWSHAW.

The funeral of the late Mr Cedric Crawshaw, which took place yesterday morning, was largely attended, the cortege being headed by members of the local detachment of Mounted Rifles. The service both at Holy Trinity Church and the graveside was conducted by the Rev. C. W. Howard, assisted by the Rev. E. L. Harvie. The following acted as pall-bearers: Messrs S. Macalister, F. Clouston, T. James, S. James, K. Munro, and A. L. Jones. At the graveside a firing party of Territorials, under the command of Sergeant-Major Bonar fired the last salute! IN MEMORIAM. Quern Di dihgunt Adolescens moritur.—Plautus “Whom the Gods love die young,” was said of yore. Cedric Francis Crawshaw has passed to his rest at the dawn of his manhood; but it will be long before his friends in Stratford and especially the younger generation to whom he was best known, will forget the cheery, generous-hearted boy, and the place he occupied in their hearts. Courteous, upright, and generous almost to a fault, Cedric was all that a young man should be, and all Stratford mourns the sudden ending of a promising career. For him life’s fitful fever is now over: he has passed through the sad mysterious mists into the Great Brightness and is at peace. Gentle, loving hands have laid him to rest in the sad-browed City of the Dead, and all who knew and loved the boy in life will cover him there with their heart’s best bouquets. . A : “Life is real, life is earnest, And the grave is not its goal, Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.” Yale! A FRIEND.