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FUNERAL OF LADY MARTIN. IMPRESSIVE SCENES. Yesterday week, the remains of the late Lady Martin were removed from Bryntysilio, the beauti- ful home of Sir Theodore Martin on the banks of the Dee, en route for their London residence. A brief service for the household and friends was conducted in the hall at Bryntysilio, by the Rev. J. S. Jones, B.A., vicar of Llantysilio, after which the body was placed in a hearse and conveyed to Llangollen sta- tion, followed by coaches containing Sir Theodore Martin, K.C.B., Mrs. Thorpe, and Miss Saville, the chief mourners; Dr. Richard Williams, Wrexham (Lady Martin's physician) the Rev. J. S. Jones, Captain and Mrs. Best (Vivod), Mr. Thomas (Llan- tysilio Hall), and Mr. Ralph Darlington, F.R.G.S. Three coaches preceeded the hearse containing the nurses, and servants of the household and estate at Bryntysilio. The coffin was covered with beautiful wreaths and flowers The cortege wended its way slowly through the valley to Llan- gollen, amid impressive scenes; the blinds of resi- dences along the line of route and throughout the town were drawn, Lady Martin having been held in the highest regard by the inhabitants. The body was placed in a compartment in the 12 21 train, and a saloon carriage was provided for Sir Theodore Martin and the mourners. A large assemblage of sympathisers gathered along Abbey-road and round the precincts of the railway station, and as the train steamed slowly out of the station, all heads were reverently uncovered. The funeral arrange- ments were admirably carried out by Messrs. Morris and Hughes, Llangollen, and the polished oak coffin was made by Messrs. Evans and Morris. On arrival in London, the body was removed to 31, Onslow- square, Sir Theodore Martin's town house. The remains of Lady Martin were interred in Brompton Cemetery, on Friday, amid many manifestations of sorrow. There was abundant evidence afforded of the high esteem in which Lady Martin was held. Letters of condolmce have reached the relatives from all parts, and the floral tributes of affection and respect which were sent to be placed on the coffin included tokens from Royalty down to the humblest servants at Bryn- tysilio and Onslow-square. Indeed, the wreaths were so numerous that besides covering the coffin they completely filled an open carriage which in the funeral cortege preceeded the hearse. The Queen's wreath, which was circular in shape, was composed of white chrysanthemums, lilies, and maidenhair fern, and bore upon it the inscription, A mark of sincere regret from Victoria, R.I." Princess Henry of Battenberg sent a wreath in the form of a cross, made up of pink immortelles, and on which was a card bearing the words, A mark of sincere regard, from Beatrice." These two were placed on the coffin by Major the Hon Charles Harbord, Groom in Waiting to the Queen, along with -the wreath of Sir Theodore Martin, and were lowered into the grave at the close ef the funeral service. The following is a list of wreaths :-The Dowager Lady Williams Wynn, With remembrance of much kindness;" Sir Henry and Lady Robertson, With deepest sympathy," Mr. and Mrs. Richd. Williams, A token of great admiration and respect:" The Misses Thomas, Llantysilio Hall, "In affectionate remembrance;" Miss Edwards, Llangollen, "In sorrowful regret and sympathy From the Llan- gollen Habitation Primrose League, A token of sin- cere admiration for Lady Martin, one of the Dames since its formation in 1885;" Mrs. Sampson Smith, With true sympathy;" Mr. and Mrs. S. Gregson Fell, -1 With deep sympathy;" The Rev. J. S. and Mrs. Jones, Llantysilio, With kind remembrance and deep sympathy Captain John Best, R.N., and Mrs. Best; With fondest love and sweat remembrance," from Kate and Lizzie; With sincere regret and grateful rememembrance," from her old and devoted servants Bryntysilio, flowers arranged by the gardeners, In respectful and sorrowful remembrance of a kind and gracious mistress;" From Honor In ever loving remem- brance," from Percy and Adelaide Farren; "In loving memory," from the Misses Dalrymple With sympathy," from the Committee of the Shakespeare Memorial Theatre, Stratford-on-Avon, Flights of angels sing thee to thy rest;" The Earl of Ducie With true sympathy, affection, and respect," from Mary, Lady Trevor; Lord Glenesk, With deep regret;" Mr. and Mrs. Field Stanfield, In affectionate remembrance of a. great artiste and ever gracious friend;" "A tribute of regard and respect," from Otto Goldschmidt; Mr. and Mrs. George M. Smith, "In affectionate remembrance of dearest Lady Martin;" Clara Lane, "LoTe evermore" With deepest love and homage," from Alice Helps Miss Mary Froude, In loviag memory" In affectionate remem- brance," from Mr. and Mrs. William Black With most reverent love and sympathy," from Mr. and Mrs. George Joy; "In loving memory," from Viola, Susie, and Cyril Joy With deep sympathy and most affectionate remembrance," from Mr. J. L. Toole; "In ever affectionate remembrance," from Nelly and Harriet N orman ton In loving and grateful remembrance," from Jean and Jessie Saville; "In memory of her endowments, and with deep sympathy," from Sir Henry and Lady Thompson Mr. Charles Wyndham, In reverence and gratitude for a sweet friendship;" "In sym- pathetic remembrance of a. long friendship," Sir Edward Lawson; With Anna Robertson's fomd and reverent memories for many years of a glorious spirit, and a true, faithful friend in Helena (Lady Martin) To the dear memory of her beloved friend, Lady Martin," from Fanny Andrews The Misses Elias, With affectionate* love;" In affec- remembrance," from Geo. and Florence Alexander Miss Mary Moore, In affectionate remembrance and gratitude for many kind words In memory of dear Lady Martin, and also of much early encouragement received from her," Henry Kemble; Mrs. J. Alfred Gotch, "In affectionate remem- brance Sir Squire and Lady Bancroft, With feelings of admiration and respect;" "In sorrow- ful remembrance," Miss Quain small silver cross from the Holy Land, from Margaret Stokes, With the deathless love of fifty years-All Saints' Day Miss Charlotte Saunders, With, sincere admiration and regret;" From Frank and Constance Benson Baroness and Mr. Burdett Coutts, With greatest sympathy and profound regret;" Mr. Edward J. Lowne, "Until the day dawn. In loving remembrance of the great artist and true woman Mr. Frederick Gale, And Father Cardinal I have heard thee say, we shall see and know our friends in Heaven"-King John; Sir Theodore Martin, With such heartfelt sympathy and profound regret. God is good !"—Cahills Home art gone and ta'en thy wages. With reverent love till we meet again to the dear Madouna," from Dolly; Lady Siemens Sherwood, Tunbridge Wells, "Blessed are the pure in heart;" Sir Henry Irving Mrs. Colemache and Laura, With undying souvenir;" Dr. Brinton. It is over 30 years since Lady Martin's active connexion with the stage ceased, but her interest in the drama and anything connected with the dramatic profession survived to the last, whilst her great reputation as an actress still lives. It was but natural, therefore, that among the wreaths should be several from such friends of the family, eonnected with the theatre, as Sir Henry Irving, Sir Squire and Lady Bancroft, Mr. J. L. Toole, Mr. Henry Kembie, Mr. William Farren. Mr. and Mrs. George Alexander, and Mr. Charles Wyndham. Taj funeral procession left Onslow-square at noon for St. Peter's Church, Cranley-gardens, where Sir Theodore and Lady Martin had been worshippers for many years, and where a memorial service was held. The blinds of the various houses in the square had been drawn, and this was also the case with many of the residences along the line of route taken. The chief mourners were Sir Theodore Martin, Mr. John Blakiston Hoaston, M.P., Mrs. Thorpe (neice), Miss Saville (neice), and Mr.William Farren, jun. (nephew). The pall-bearers were :—Mr. William Farren, Mr. John Blakiston Houston, M.P., Sir Frederick Burton, Captain John C. Best, R.N., Rev. Clement Scholefield, Mr. Field Standfleld, Dr. Richard Williams (Wrexham), Dr. Brinton, Mr. Otto Goldschmidt. Among those present were Major the Hon. Charles Harbord, Groom-in-Waiting to the Queen, representing her Majesty, Sir John Puleston, Lady Bancroft, Sir William and Lady Fiower, Mr. Blennerhassett, Q.C., General Kent, Colonel F. C. Wemyss, Canon Duckworth, Mrs. Godfrey Benson, Dr. Bowles, Mr. Charles Wyndham, Mr. George Grossmith, Mr. Dillon Croker, Mr. Frederick Penna, Mr. E. Y. Lowne, Mrs. Farren, Mrs. Edmund Falconer, Lieutenant,-Colonel Drielsma and Mrs. Drielsma, Mr. and Mrs. Murray Smith, and many others. The officiating clergymen were the Rev. Canon Ainger, D.D., Master of the Temple, and the Rev. F. E. Ridgeway, D.D., vicar of St. Peter's. On arriving at the Church the coffin was received by the choir, who proceeded it to the chancel, where it rested while the first part of the burial service was celebrated. Constructed of polished oak, it bore on its lid the simple inscription, Helen Faucit Martin, wife of Sir Theodore Martin, K.C.B. Died October 31st, 1898." "Lord, Thou hast been our refuge from one generation to another." The hymns were Lead, kindly Light," and Nearer, my God, to Thee." The service was choral, and the choir was under the leadership of Herbert Hodge, the choirmaster. While the coffin was being borne out of the chnrch the Nunc Dimittis was sung. In the Brompton Cemetery the remaining part of the impressive burial service was conducted by the two clergymen already assembled. There was a large gathering of mourners in the neighbourhood ef the grave, which is a new one immediately adjoining the avenue near the north gate of the cemetery. On Sunday morning the Rev. F. E. Ridgeway, D.D., preached an impressive sermon at St. Peter's Church, Cranley Gardens, from the words 0 give thanks unto the Lord, for He is gracious, and His mercy endureth for ever." Psalm cxxxiv. 1. That is the message of our Thanksgiving Day. With what different tones it falls upon the ear. In some it wakens instantly a loud Amen, in some, whose memories are crowded with the mercies of the past, it finds at once an answering response but in some how different are the feelings that it stirs, with a touch of irony, almost with a mocking sound it comes, and heavy hearts and empty homes and shadowed lives all make it that we, some of us, shrink away from the summons that it brings, and yet, even for such it has some meaning, this Thanksgiving Day. Clear above our songs of thank- fulness, our services of praise will shine the vision of God's greatest earthly gifts-dear human lives- loved ones-with all their beauty of character and wealth of affection, true and tender and although from some of us He has taken some, still amongst our ringing praise there sounds their quiet deep thanksgiving that He gave those gifts at all. The Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away, blessed be the name of the Lord." Only last Friday we said the burial service in this church over one long connected with us here,—one whom God had gifted far above her sisters in the great family of God-- one to whom it was given, and right nobly she used the opportunity to make the stage what it meant to be-what she showed it can be—one of the greatest powers in the land. In her hands it was a pulpit streaming forth such wondrous influence upon the lives and characters of men as the future would reveal. We laid to rest last Friday one marvellously gifted, wonderfully single-minded, with rare dignity and grace, with still more rare humility and reverence for her God and for her art, one whose name made muaic for many years in the hearts of those who loved true art—one who to the end, through months, ages, years, of suffering only bound closer to herself the hearts of those who loved and shed about her home, never to fads out of it, the brightness and the fragrance of a deep, tender, and thoughtful love. Hard for those who loved her, who filled this church last Friday, who poured forth their message of real sympathy, who were represented at her grave, out of almost every path of genius and of greatness, hard for them, you say, to be thankful, harder still for him who, after more than fifty years, found his life cut in twain, and yet, surely, not so hard I do not think he finds it hard. Clearly, unfalteringly, their voices blend with our thanksgiving song to-day, and this is what they say, For one who in her own calling was a light of the world in her generation, for a life so useful and so lovable, for an influence so immortal, for work that cannot, will not, die, for a memory ever fresh and ever fragrant, aye, for an un- seen presence among us, and still uplifting, helping, guiding, we bless Thy Holy Name We say 0 give thanks unto the Lord, for He is gracious and His mercy endureth for ever." PULPIT REFERENCE AT LLANTYSILIO. On Sunday appropriate hymns were sung at Llantysilio Church and the Dead March was played by the organist, Mr. J. Jenkins. The vicar also alluded to the event in his sermon on Sunday morning from the text Eccl. vii. 2, 3. He said, "Our thoughts to-day cannot but recur to the death of one who for many years was a constant worshipper in this church, and whos8 name together with her distinguished husband is inscribed upon that East window, and will doubtless be handed down for many generations yet to come. It is not my purpose to speak of her who is gone, at any length, for so much has been more ably said by others in the press throughout the length and breadth of the land. But I should not like to allow this opportunity to pass by without a word or two on the life of our departed neighbour and friend. Her life was a very eminent one she attained the highest position in her profession, and I think she did more, she raised that profession itself to a higher eminence than it had ever attained before. It was no ordinary achievement to do this but she not only won the admiration, but also the regard, of a whole nation and of the highest personage in the realm-her gracious Majesty the Queen. This was the testimony of the Queen as inscribed on the floral emblem upon her grave, A mark of sincere regard." No one could have obtained a more coveted honour than this. I think therefore that it is a matter of thankfulness that we have had such a life as this in our midst. It is a matter of thankfulness, also, that with all her talents and all her intercourse with the world, she did not forget that there was a higher and a better life beyond. During the last few years of her life, she was as you know a great sufferer, and was often deprived from joining us in public worship and in partaking of the Holy Sacramont. And this was a source of grief to her. I well remember about a year ago she had expressed a hope to be present with us at Holy Communion, and she was much disappointed that she was unable to attend. It was also one of her last wishes to have the Sacrament administered, and I am glad to say that she had her wish gratified two days before her death. We cannot help thinking to-day also of him who is left to mourn her less. I am sure our prayers will ascend on his behalf, that he may be comforted and sustained in this great—yea, greatest trial of his life. I ask you to join me in the words of that prayer of our Church-the prayer for the Church Militant, We most humbly beseech Thee of Thy goodness, 0 Lord, to comfort and succour all them, who in this transitory life are in trouble, sorrow, need, sickness, or any other adversity. And we bless Thy Holy Name for all Thy servants departed this life in Thy faith and fear beseeehing Thee to give us grace so to follow their good examples, that with them we may be partakers of Thy heavenly kingdom Grant this, 0 Father, for Jesus Christ's sake, our only Mediator and Advocate." The following stanzas appeared in the Pall Mall Gazette of Nov. 1st TO HELEN FAUCIT (LADY MARTIN). Now has she passed into the silent land. As yet, sweet echoes still are in our ears Of living breath, that moved our souls to tears, Our hearts to smiles. Where Art's bright temples stand- A glorious priestess !—she, with lifted hand Throwing those portals wide, as one who hears The voice of gods that lean from higher spheres. Shaped it to words that men can understand. Thou who wast many women, yet still true To all thine own bright womanhood, pass on Where others wait thee, who like thee have gone Beyond our praise, beyond our tears Come, strew Immortelles on this grave she doth not die Whose name like a bright star imprints the sky.


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