A war memorial tablet of white marble on a black marble background was unveiled in the Lynn Memorial Church, Oldpark Road, on Sunday morning, by Mrs. Parker, in memory of the sixteen members of the church who laid down their lives in the late war, and in recognition of the services rendered by one hundred others who served with the forces.

The sacred building was well filled, and the service was of a very impressive nature. At the conclusion of the sermon the names on the memorial were read out by Mr. S. Davidson, after which the unveiling ceremony was performed amidst deep silence, the congregation standing. The “Last Post” was sounded by four buglers of the Norfolk Regiment, after which the service was brought to a close.

Appropriate hymns were rendered by the choir, Mr. James Keith residing at the organ. The special preacher was Rev. E. J. F. Elliott, late senior chaplain in Italy. Rev. H. M. Watson, minister of the church, and the Rev. F. Parker, Panama, also took part.

The address given by Rev. Mr. Elliott was very touching.

“I have been thinking as I sat here in this pulpit,” said the reverend gentleman, “that a few Sundays ago I was right in the heart of the great capital of the late Austrian Empire. There I witnessed some of the saddest and most pitiful sites that it was possible for man to have his eyes centred upon. I saw little children crying for food; old men and women carrying bits of wood, not a great deal bigger than matches, to make a fire, and then as a watch that sight my thoughts travelled homeward. I thought of your city of Belfast with all its comforts, despite the high prices; with all the liberties that you enjoy and the position that you hold today in the world.”

“As I watched you in Belfast from far away over the seas I thought of the price that was paid for your comfort, for your liberty, and for the position that your great and glorious land holds in the eyes of the world. I thought of the casualty clearing station, of the advanced dressing post, of the field ambulance in hospital, and of many a little military cemetery where I lay to rest many a fallen hero. It was all done for you and for your country; done by men who believed that you were worth saving, and that the Britain in which you live was worth saving.”

“It was in recognition of these men,” continued the Rev. Mr. Elliott, that they were gathered in that church. It was the hour when they should all be on their bended knees giving thanks to Almighty God for the men who raised up in the day of their national need to safeguard civilisation the whole world over. It had not been his privilege, he was sorry to say, to serve with the Ulster Division, but he knew that one could not go anywhere in the far-flung battle line without meeting an Irishman-they were everywhere.

They thought in proud and loving memory of the men who had fallen and died that they might live, but there were many others there that day, and they had come home from the battle front-they were the lucky ones had been spared to the country, spared for the grateful fulfilment of a yet greater purpose-the redemption of the world.

The new that their lads said many a time, “This is going to be the last war.” How were they going to make sure that it was the last war? There was only one way, and that was by respecting the League of Nations.

Belfast Telegraph, May 10, 1920.