From a Correspondent
A LL through the October day r'inothing stirred in the silence of the big, deserted school.
At 9 a.m. the 500 boys and girls of St. Edmund's, Hammersmith, had closed their books, abandoned the classrooms and gone off down the Fulham Palace Road, out of the City, to Kent and the ancient Pitgrirn's Way, towards Aylesford-and Our Lady.
The headmaster, the teachers, the children and the priest governors from five West London parishes had resolutely struck a day out of the working week so that they could spend the hours together honouring the Mother of God.
In the chill October morning, thousands of Londoners on their way to work in Fulham, Battersea, Wandsworth and Catford paused to watch the convoy of pilgrim coaches pass-a school's pilgrimage of grace in Mary's Year.
All throue the October day, in lovely, medieval Aylesford, they proclaimed her; at High Mass in the open, their voices rising in Plainsong while the wind stormed in the great tree soaring behind the altar; along the Rosary Way, calling upon her sncessantly -Sancta Maria, era pro nobis; in the procession of the Blessed Sacrament, remembering her with the Son-Ate Regina Calorum; at Benediction, kneeling on the stony site of the pre-Reformation shrine-Blessed be the great Mother of God.
At the end of the day, a Carmelite friar stood in front of the altar, in the wind, and spoke of the ancient glory of Aylesford; of its recreation now in the great new Marian era of England; of the coming of the children to delight the heart of their Mother.
They came home in the October dusk, back in their hundreds to the Hammersmith streets, knowing that not easily would they forget this day, the day the school stood stillfor Our Lady.