FEILDING NEWS.

Dominion, Volume 6, Issue 1748, 13 May 1913, Page 2

FEILDING NEWS.

Tho recent cold winds, interspersed with heavy downpours of rain, have detrimentally "aifected stock and temporarily suspended farming operations. Closing at noon on Wednesdays, instead of at 1 p.m., is to be tho rulo with the business places in Feilding in future. Mr. A. M. Ongley has put up a record. Ila is Mayor of Feilding, captain of tho Feilding Cricket Club, and of tho Feilding Itugby Football Club, and he has held the tennis championship for both local courts in the same season. On Saturday, with his municipal honours fresh upon him, he was called from tho line to fill a gap ill his old football team, though he had placed himself upon the retired list. Ho took up his old position behind the scrum as half, and was given a hearty checr when ho ran.on to tho field. The Oroua Rugby Football Sub-Union held its annual meeting of delegates at Cheltenham. The following officers woro elected—Patron, Mr. Ernest Short; president, Mr. A. I. Pettigrew; vice-presidents, Messrs. J. Bruce. .T. S. Parsons, C. F. Johnston, S. Hall, J. M'lntyre, M. Desmond, D. Rasmussen, A. Fenrce, J. Morrison, and T. James; lion, secretary and treasurer, Mr. T. F. Fitzgerald; lion, auditor, Mr. 11. R. Fisher; delegates to tlio Manawahi Union, Messrs. Stackhoiiso and Daner. It was decided that play in the cup matches should start on May 2-1.

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AN IMPRESSION. By Theodore Flatau. It seemed as though the grey guardian spirit of London had spread wide her winRS, and, sorrowinc, drooped her soil pinions over the city. ... , The sunless air, heavy-laden with yellow fo<j, was quiet, and stilled the noises of strife and labour as if Nature held her breath at the final passing of so great and brave a soul. , So we waited the passage of Molselcys last earthly journey in our silent thousands; with, whispers of sadness in our hearts, with muffled hymns of worship for the hero in our souls. \loni: tho sweep of tho Embankment stretch tho doublo lino of massed mourners j their stillness is the nation's prayer. Tho road runs clear between tho blaclc borders and mists into tho distance. The rows of trees throw their bare crookedneccos into relief against tho yellow skies, and hero and there a street lamp burns a sickly patch in the half-light, -the only colour is in tho uniforms of those u;ho line the route. Gay colours, and yet no emblems of gaiety, for these are the men who, in loyalty to King and love of country, aro the dead warrior s brothers in arms. , , „ In tho stillness a guardsman s horse champs his bit and impatiently rattles his harness. A mighty shuffling ; and a low, long mu.rmur_ of subdued voices mingle and are lost in tho distant rumble of London's busyness. Info the stillness echo tho weeping notes of Chopin's Funeral March—so far away that all is as muffled and faint as spirit music, yet so wondrously attuned to our emotions that wo know the notes are true. , The faerie fingers of the music flutter upon the heavy air and grow loudergrow, until the notes are crying their sadness, and tho drum-boats aro plucking tremulous responses from tho heartstrings. . , , , Then out of the mists the funeral procession advances,'aslow and draggingly, as if tho weight of woo had mado tcet as heavy as hearts. Now tho music cries aloud, and tho mutter of the drums is becoming vibrant. Over tho road sounds the slow, tramp, tramp, tramp of measured steps, and the way is lit with red and gold uniforms asparklo v;ith the weapons and medals °\n ttie close company of Britain's highest warriors is a gun-carriage, plain and unadorned, save for the flag-a soldier e only drapery. Here is no pomp or circumstance; here 110 gaudy monument to bewail a loss, over-deep for such easy expression. Here is nought but the carriage of a cannon, hearing him, who so little while ago, was supremo master ol such grim pieces. And, following, the war-horse—Wolse-ley's charger—seeininß to feel the pnde of his place, and still to know tho griet of it. . .

Ont of the misted way tlicy came, and into it again, all slowly. The brave show of mighty captains and their the King's representative and the King 3 oflicials, men of commerce and their clerks, women from suburban homes and west End mansions, newsboys and street cleaners—all of them side by side, levelled in their homage to one who counted no class and no caste before his duty. ' Out of the misted way, and into _it attain; sometimes witli tho great weeping of Chopin's march, sometimes only with the murmurous chorus of slow-tramping steps, and sometimes with the bagpipes skirling their lament. So in the solemnly sunless day, they passed with their greatly dear burden before our (yes. And our ■■eyes followed them until the. last one was lost in tho fog; and our ears followed .the sound of their steps and their crying music till all was swallowed up in stillness; and our hearts followed until the doors 01 the Cathedral opened and they vanished within. * * * * The silver-clear voice of tho bugles sound the Last Post. So be it! Out of the mist and into It again. Out of the mist of the past, and into_ the glorious sun of his present; and, in a little while, out of that pure light of day and into the mists of the even and the unknown future. ' So he came and went, loving his King and his cou.ntry, proud of his honour and duty. So let us come and go that we may fuller pray: God rest and bless liis soui. —From "The Queen."