146) into the cellar where the bearers lay, and, reminding them that it was Sunday, asked if they would not like to have a service.

One of them handed me a candle, so we had prayers and a reading, and sang "Nearer My God to Thee," and some other hymns.

When the service was over, I asked those who would like to make their Communion to come to the lower cellar at the end, where there was more room.

We appropriated one of the corners and there I had seven or eight communicants.

More than a year afterwards, in London, I met a young soldier in the Underground Railway, and he told me that he had made his communion on that day, and that when he was lying on the ground wounded at midnight, the shells falling round him, he thought what a comfort it was to know that he had received the Sacrament.