Mr Dunkley) esteemed it a great honor to be permitted to refer to so noble a life. De Renzie Brett was brave, a character which all Englishmen loved. But was there not bravery in the spiritual and religious life, and were we not all soldiers of Christ, fighting a Chris tian life. Because our departed friend was brave he was loyal. The Queen had no more devoted soldier or patriot. Because he was loyal to his country he was loyal to the man he called friend. He was unselfish, and the poor especially would tell that everything he possessed was at their disposal. His charity was unosten tatious, and many young men owed their success in life to his help in the most critical hour of trial. All would acknow ledge that in our little colony men like him were few and rare. His life seemed like a word picture out of some romance, yet withal it was in the compass of every one, though every one could not be soldiers of their Queen, and when such men as he held that his Queen was the best Queen, his country the best country, his countrymen the best in the world, men of lesser experience and lesser worth might learn from him that loyalty meant a great deal after all, no matter what some people might think. The poor and oppressedneverappealedtohlminvaln.and to friend and foe alike, he spoke plain even to bluntness if he knew they were in the wrong. But all who knew him best felt that now he lay in the cold grave that he had not lived a life in vain. It was said there was little or no sentiment in new countries. There was some shown in that Cathedral when the funeral service was held, when work in the city was tempo rarily stopped and mourning garb was donned as a tribute of respect to the memory of a brave soldier and good citizen. As the strains of the funeral march died away all deeply deplored the loss of a man who was none the less a man because he was a hero. As he (tbe Rev, Mr Dunkley) looked upon him in death, with his decorations upon his breast and tbe aged wrinkles gone from his brow, he (the rev. 