Gerald William Edward MAUDE

14 November 1919

MAUDE – At Peshawar, Punjab, India, November 5th (of pneumonia), Gerald William Edward Maude, Captain 1st Battalion A.P.W.O. Yorkshire Regiment, aged 30 years, elder and only surviving son of Lieut.-Colonel W. W. Maude, The Fleets, Rylstone. A memorial service will be held at Rylstone Church on Sunday next (November 16th) at 10-30. – (BY CABLE).

14 November 1919

DEATH OF CAPTAIN G. W. E. MAUDE

CAPTAIN G. W. E. MAUDE – Died of Pneumonia at Peshawar, India, November 5th, 1919.

We regret to announce the death at Peshawar, Punjab, India, on November 5th, of Captain Gerald William Edward Maude, the elder and only surviving son of Lieutenant-Colonel W. W. and Mrs. Maude, The Fleets, Rylstone-in-Craven. Captain Maude had served eight years in India with his regiment, the 1st Battalion, A.P.W.O., Yorkshire Regiment (Green Howards), and last spring he was badly wounded by a bullet penetrating one of his lungs near Fort Dekka in Baluchistan. After three months sick leave in Kashmir, he recovered sufficiently to resume duty. On being granted a year’s leave he was hoping to embark for England on November 7th, but unfortunately he contracted a cold, which probably affected the injured lung. Pneumonia developed, and Captain Maude died on November 5th at the Military Hospital, Peshawar. He leaves a widow and one little son, and was 30 years of age.

CAPTAIN M. D. W. MAUDE – Died of Wounds, Military hospital, Dover, October 14th, 1917.

It will be remembered that Colonel Maude’s youngest son, Captain Michael Day Wade Maude, died in the Military Hospital, Dover, on October 14th, 1917, from wounds received in action, Captain M. Maude was severely wounded in the thigh with shrapnel, and after treatment in France he was brought over to this country. His home was at Ellenthorpe Hall, Boroughbridge, where he was interred on October 19th, 1917. Capt M. Maude went to France in 1914, with the seventh division, and he was in the first Battle of Ypres and was also mentioned in despatches after the Battle of the Somme. He was born on St. Michael’s Day, 1890, and was therefore 27 years of age. He was attached to the A.P.W. Yorkshire Regiment (special reserve).

We extend our sincere sympathy to Lieut.-Colonel and Mrs. Maude in their second bereavement.

21 November 1919

THE LATE CAPTAIN GERALD MAUDE – IMPRESSIVE MEMORIAL SERVICE: THE LIFE HEREAFTER

A beautiful and impressive service to pay tribute to the memory of the late Captain Gerald W. E. Maude, son of Lieutenant Colonel W. W. and Mrs. Maude, The Fleets, Rylstone-in-Craven, was held in the Parish Church on Sunday morning last, and the service was attended by a large circle of friends in addition to the private mourners. Captain D. Clayton, Adjutant of the 1st Yorkshire Regiment, who only landed in England from Peshawar on the previous Tuesday, attended the service as representative of the regiment. It is also interesting to learn that Captain Clayton was with Captain Maude when the latter was wounded at Dakka Fort. A number of beautiful wreaths were deposited in memory of the two brothers.

The service consisted of the ordinary Matins with special psalms (39th and 46th), whilst the first lesson was read from the third chapter of the Book of Wisdom. The hymns, which were chosen by the family, were ‘Lead Kindly Light’, ‘For all The Saints, who from their labours rest’, and ‘The King of Love my Shepherd is’. The sermon was preached by the Rev. C. H. Lowe, who took for his text, ‘Now I know in part: but then shall I know even as also I am known’ (1 Cor. xiii, verse 12).

A KINDLY OUTSPOKEN LAD

Mr. Lowe said they little thought that a year after the signing of the Armistice and the ending of all that awful slaughter of men’s lives they would be paying tribute and honour to another gallant soul, who had died from the effects of wounds received in a far-off country. It was eight years since they last saw Gerald Maude, but to those who knew him, he would be remembered always as a kindly outspoken lad, full of the highest spirits, and eagerly looking forward to his Army career. Whenever there was fighting he would be in the thick of it, and he must have been a general favourite among his brother officers. There were many who would feel his loss deeply. Their keen sympathy and sorrow was not for such a soul, for by his consistent life and his high ideal of duty and honour he had won for himself a place among the Saints of God. Rather was their sorrow for the stricken parents, the wife and the fatherless boy. It was mere hypocrisy to pretend that however much they trusted in the wisdom and love of God, those on who such tragedies of parting came, could look upon it, at any rate in the first flush of grief and heartbreak, as anything but an overwhelming calamity. One could not be robbed of all that life seemed worth living for without strange thoughts of God’s dealing with them, and of the meaning of the mystery of life. Yet when the healing hand of time had passed on none would feel greater pride and joy in the thought that the two sons had died the noblest of all deaths in sacrificing their lives for others.