Sunday, _July 11, 1915._

This has been a very sad day. Dear Mrs. Dearmer passed away at 7.30;

she was buried this afternoon at 5 o'clock owing to the hot weather,

and it being a general holiday it had to take place at once. At 7

o'clock four of Dr. Berry's unit from Vrynatchka Banja came to stay at

our camp for two days. I have been looking after the invalid dishes

for the typhoid fever patients. I made Mrs. Dearmer a large cross of

some gorgeous white wild flowers with acacia and clematis. The Serbian

Government sent up some lovely wreaths; the coffin was of silver and

gilt, very handsome; it had the Union Jack over and was covered with

wreaths. At 4.30 the remains were brought from her own tent to a tent

we had turned into a little chapel; it really looked sweet. At 5

o'clock the hearse arrived, a ghastly looking thing, with a statue of

a man in armour seated on the top. It gave me a dreadful shock when I

saw it; it reminded me of a circus; then all the Government officials

arrived, officers--the French, English and Serbian, and the prince

sent a representative. Crowds of people arrived from other units. We

had a military band; then the priests arrived, two in pale blue

oriental satin robes decorated with gold, and one a peacock oriental

satin edged with gold, one a rich velvet decorated with gold, one a

red oriental satin edged with gold, and the sixth a black gown edged

with silver. Each priest carried a candle, then two other men came

carrying incense. We all followed the hearse in twos as far as the

Greek cathedral; all the streets were lined with people to the

cathedral, and the cathedral was packed. The coffin was put near the

altar and we all stood round. A large lighted candle was put facing

the coffin and the six priests stood in front. They all took part in

the service. I forgot to say one cross was in silver, with Mabel

Dearmer written on it, and it had a large ribbon bow. The band played

until we got to the cathedral, and when it stopped the people sang.

The Serbs have lovely voices. They remind me of the Welsh. It was

terribly sad; the singing in the cathedral was glorious; the service

lasted about an hour and a half. One of the French officers read a

little address from the cathedral steps, then we walked on to the

cemetery, about a mile; the band led, then the hearse and the

mourners. Dr. Dearmer, Dr. Marsden and Dr. Atkinson met us at the

cemetery gates; the priests continued their prayers in Serbian; then

Rev. Mr. Little, who has come to join our unit, read our English

service. The grave was lined with white and decorated with clematis.

Mrs. Dearmer was buried next to Nurse Ferris. The coffin was lowered

into a box, then the lid was put on. After the service Dr. Dearmer,

Dr. Marsden, Dr. Atkinson went off in the motor for a few days. We all

got into motors and carriages and returned to the camp.

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