Trinity College School - Record Yearbook (Port Hope, Ontario Canada)

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16 TRINITY COLLEGE SCHOOL RECORD is above every name. And so He became the Lord of Life and Death, and it is when His trumpet sounds Reveille among the silent valleys that men wake and listen and rise up and turn homeward for who is so dull as not to see that this home-bringing of a nameless man is also a sym- bol? Christ is the same in the life of today, a strange presence that flits across our life. Our dead may have said: The Old Chapel We had forgotten you, or very nearly, You did not seem to touch us very nearly, Of course we though about you now and then Especially in any time of trouble, We know that You were good in times of trouble But we were very ordinary men. And all the While in street or lane or byway, In country lane or city street or highway, You Walked among us and we did not see. We think about you kneeling in the garden, Ah God! The agony of that dread garden, We know you prayed for us upon the Cross. If anything could make us glad to bear it, 'Twould be to know that you could also bear it,- Pain, death, the uttermost of human loss. Though we forgot you, you will not forget us We feel so sure You will not forget us. But stay with us until this dream is past. And so we ask for courage, strength and pardon And you'l1 stand beside us to the last. Amen. ,

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TRINITY COLLEGE SCHOOL RECORD 15 He has not been laid to rest in St. Paul's where Wel- lington and Nelson were buried, but in Westminster, the nobler resting place, where kings and poets and states- men sleep. The King himself was Chief Mourner as the servant of the nation. He is the apotheosis of the ordinary man. Two thousand years ago there was another who chose to be without a name. When Christ came to our Battle of Life, He turned from His high estate and stepped down to the common level. He Wore the regulation uniform of om' common humanity and bore no sign to distinguish him from other men. He was a child of the poor, when his parents were on tramp. He was a day labourer, earning His bread by the sweat of His brow. He was the elder son who loved His mgother and in the hour of death her name was on His lips. He went unrecognized and . . . unrevealed . . . save for an indefinable impression. He came to the house of sorrow as a friend. The darkness fled and He passed on. If He had any favourite it was the outcast and unarmed. The sinners loved the stranger and hated themselves because they loved Him. He claimed no title save Son of Man. His disciples were not sure who He was as they won- dered whether under that dear familiar frame was one of the prophets or some other. It is the Son of Man who brings the Warrior home. I must link the Nameless One with the Unknown Soldier. It is this Son of Man who brings the Warrior home. He too was buried in a strange grave. But He was not to remain there. The Father wakened Him from His sleep and called Him home. As the Apostle wrote, because He took upon Himself the form of a man and became a servant and made Himself of no reputation,-and became obedient unto death, even the death of the Cross. Wherefore God has most highly exalted Him and given Him a name which

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TRINITY COIJIJEGE SCHOOL RECORD 17 OUR NEW CHAPEL The Headmaster gave the first regular address in the Memorial Chapel on October 28 and spoke as follows: There have been many memorable days in the story of this School, for we have had, as a School, a more colour- ful and unique history in our comparatively short span of eighty-six years than any other similar foundation of which I have heard. In its way, yesterday was memorable with its closely contested and well-played games, the maroons vs. the blues, and all mixed up with the green grass, in the background those lovely rolling hills folding into the horizon and at the south the wonderful view over the ever-changing lake. Those impressions many of us will remember. The destruction of the School by fire in February, 1895, and again on that Saturday afternoon in Miarch, 1928, were occasions which will always live in the memories of those Who witnessed these events. The opening of the first Chapel built for the School, on Palm Sunday, 1874, was a milestone in the life of the young School, Dr. Bethune simply says this event was a great joy to us all. Then the re-opening of the Chapel after the fire of 1895, rebuilt and redecorated, must have been an even deeper joy to all. The opening of the- new School, so well constructed, in April, 1930, was another red-letter day. The lirst visit of a Governor-General to T.C.S., that of Earl Grey in November, 1907, is well described in The Record . He and those with him attended chapel and sat in the stalls immediately to the right of the entrance doors, with the Bishops and some of the Clergy in the stalls to the left. The Service, I am sure, lasted two hours. His Excellency had been received by the Cadet Corps and the boys wore their uniforms in chapel, the old-fash- ioned army type. Dean DuMoulin, an Old Boy, afterwards Coadjutor Bishop of Ohio, preached. Provost Mlacklem, of