BRUDENELL BIONEERS ment, which was draped in the folds of the Union Jack, suspended from the liberty (pole alongside. Mr. Walter P. Gordon , chairman of the committee, presided. The addresses, of which the pro?? gram consisted in the main, were eloquent, interesting, inspiring and instructive, giving a complete re?? cord of the family history and abounding in worthy sentiments fittingly expressed. . Mr. Duncan Macdonald , of St. Peters Road the piper for the occasion, rendered selections that appealed to Scottish hearts. The singing of the Doxoiogy, was the opening number. This was followed by an address by Nathaniel McLaren , Esq., of Montague Bridge, Secretary -Treas ?? urer of the Committee, and great- grandson of James McLaren , leader of the pioneers. ADDRESS BY N^ATHJANIEL MACLAREN The place whereon we stand this day should be to us sacred ground containing ??as it does the mortal remains of our ancestors, the heroic men and women who, leav?? ing the comforts and certainties of their natice land behind them, braved the dangers of a tempest?? uous sea and the uncertainties of an unknown and unhospitable shore with the noble purpose in view of providing for themselves a home and a country in which they could enioy the privileges of freedom and independence???a land which they could call their own and transmit it to their descend?? ants as an heirloom forever. One hundred years ago a little bond of Scottish emigrants con?? sisting of Jas. McLaren, who may b?? termed the leader of the band, his wife, Isabel McDonald and their family, numbering four sons and three daughters with two sons- in-law. James Stewart and Donald Gordon and their families, mak?? ing in all some twenty-two per?? sons landed at Brudenell River , which was at that time an un?? broken wilderness and ??at once be?? gan that stern struggle for ex?? istence which is the inevitable experience of all settlers in a new and untried country. Strong in their faith in the God of their fathers, almost the first care of the little community was the erectio'n of a place of worship upon the spot whereon we are now ???assembled. Rude and primitive the building must have been, con?? structed as it was of the rough hewn trees of the forest, but dur?? ing his life, as often as the day of rest returned, in that little church James McLaren read the inspired volume and the Gaelic version of the service of the Episcopal church of which he was an adherent, to the few scattered settlers of the neighbouring districts, who made their way some by the blazed trails of the forest, others by birch canoe and dug-out on the waters of the Three Rivers to that lowly struc?? ture, there to offer to the Supreme Being the worship of humble, con?? trive and honest hearts. And who shall say that the worship tnus humbly given was not received at the throne of the Eternal with as much acceptance as though offer?? ed in the most elaborate structure raised by the hand of man, hc- companied by all the ceremonial splendor that learning could teach and wealth could afford. It is claimed by some of the descend?? ants of the pioneers that the late Bishop McEachern, a man respect?? ed and revered by all who bad the privilege of his acquaintance, irrespective of creed or nation?? ality, once administered the ordi?? nance of baptism within the walls of this primitive edifice. Death visited the new settle?? ment early in its history in 1804. A fpw months after their landing Christinp McLaren, wife of Don?? ald Gordon, passed to the great beyond, and was laid to her rest on this little Island1, being the first