neral mass. Strong men, to whom tears had been a half forgotten
memory, wept as the thurible was waved over the casket and the wreaths
of incense smoke ascended toward the dome. Men, brought face to face
with a great crime, stood in the presence of their God, while the
priests around the altar, clothed in mourning vestments, offered
supplication for the soul of the deceased, and prayed for pardon for his
murderers. As celebrant of the requiem mass Father Agnew, in cape and
stole, chanted the versicles and gave the absolutions. At times his
voice trembled perceptibly and his eyes were filled with tears. Rev.
Father Mooney assisted in the celebration as deacon and Father Perry as
sub-deacon. When the venerable Chancellor Muldoon ascended the pulpit,
the "Librera Me Domine" was sung by the choir. The reverend Chancellor
took as his text Ecclesiastics, chapter 9, verse 120: "Man knoweth not
his own end; as the fishes are taken with hook, and as the fishes are
caught with the snare, so men will be taken in the evil time, and it
shall come upon them suddenly."
A VOICE FROM THE PULPIT.
In eloquent language the speaker impressed upon his hearers the
uncertainty of life as illustrated in the case of the murdered man. He
spoke as follows:
"In the name of the Father, and the Son, and of the Holy Ghost,
amen."
These words I have just recited to you from the inspired writer, my
beloved friends, tell us by example and analogy that death comes
upon us suddenly--that it shall come, as we are told elsewhere, "as
a thief in the night." As the birds in the air have their being in
the air, and drink it in and live their life mainly in the air, and
as the fishes have their life in the sea, they shall find their
death in that element in which they have their life. And so, too,
we who are here living upon the earth, having our life, as it were,
in the social world round about us--finding our being there--we,
too, frequently find our death there, unawares and suddenly. In
fact, we carry death in and around and about us, even, I may say,
in our very being, for from the moment of our birth until the
moment of our death, death is ever with us, death is ever working
in our members. It is death that is forever bearing us down; it is
death that is ever causing the ailments of humanity, which are a
premonition of what is to come; and, as the sacred wri
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