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Show Obituary. Halloran. "Died, in this city, Sept 3, Willie son of W. J. Halloran, ttge'l 11 years." Only a few words announcing the death of a little child, but words that brought bitter tears to the eyes of hundreds who knew ahd loved the manly lad, His shu Vifent down in the morning of life when all was bright and fair, but the valley of death was sweeter than life's hills, and death's beautiful calm that fell on his pure spirit was the deep calm peace of God, "God lent him and took him" his' bereft ones cry, but if God In His iri finite wisdom takes back His gift and draws the angel t? Himself, He knows best Hi sunny, playful nature endeared film to all. The tears and evident sorrow sor-row of his companions at the funeral testified to the deep affection felt for him. The most lovable trait of hlH character was the great love und aftec-1 tton in his heart for hlfl father and grandmother, "Ol'andma" was very dear to him, It would seem that he transferred to her the love that .was In his heart for the dear little mother, who went to God three years ngo. He suffered intensely after his accident, acci-dent, but never ahPd a leHr, and as he was taken to the operating room he bravely Raid to his father, "Don't worry, wor-ry, papa, I will be all right, but (and the little voice never faltered) give my love to all." Dear, brave little lal! Tears will fall for many ,ft day for the promising boy. May God in his infinite compassion comfort the Borrowing ones! Let them remember that their dear lad ! wastaken In all the beauty, sweetness I and ihnocnee of youth to God's own i .garden, to lay his sunny head on the i breast of the dear little mother, who j has now one of her treasures safe in j God's tender keeping1, I The funeral Services were very touch- ' Ing. Beautiful music was rendered by the Junior choir, under the direction of Miss Gleason, Ciara Fafek being the sweet-voit?d soloist. The choir also I (tang at the cemetery. Six young com- ! panions acted as pall-bearers. Emmet Mulvey. James O'Connor, Robert Wilson," Wil-son," Alfred Siegel, Kenneth Luman and Blaine Wilson. The deepest sympathy is extended to the borrowing father and family. Rev. Father Morrissey preached the ftlneral sermon, paying the following beautiful tribute to the dead boy: "He pleased God and was beloved, and living among sinners lie was translated. trans-lated. He Was taken Away lest wickedness wick-edness should alter his undemanding, or deceit beguile his soul." (Wisdom: 4:10-11.) My Dear Friends Were It not for utterances and assurances such as this. ana our faith in the infinite goodness and fidelity Of the God who placed them Upon the lips of His prophets, the cruel hand bf fate, which works such terrible evils, and, indeed, life itself would be insupportable sometimes. some-times. In the gloomy silence of the home from which death has snatched a loved one, in the hollow' sound of those walls which once re-echoed the cheerful ring of & familiar Voice, in the melancholy tick 6f the clock upon the wall, which forever keeps repeating to the silent mourner In monotonous tones "Dead and gone; dead and gone," faith in God alone, and hope and confidence con-fidence in His goodness and His prom-; ises can sustain us. . When the gloom that follows death oppresses the spirits of surviving friends, when the grief that fills the void in the heart swells until it fairly bids it break. Where is the' hope of endurance what could assuage as-suage that surging grief, if faith, if religion did not raise its assuring voice and command that bursting heart, "Be calm be silent, break not; he is not dead, but sleepeth. He pleased Go? and was beloved. He was taken, away lest wickednesB should alter his understanding un-derstanding or deceit beguile his soul.' It is this faith, this hope that sustains ! this Sorrowing father and his orphan children in the recurring loss which Is theirs today. Three years ago I stood here before: to perform the like sad and painful office of-fice for those bereaved ones, and it grieves me deeply to have to repeat it today. I had always been a friend of the family, but since that occasion I have been more than friend I have been as one amongst them. f have Spent hours together in their home and company and I have always found those children gentle, affable, loving and dutiful. They not only realized their own personal loss, but . they seemed, too, to realize and appreciate I the burden which had fallen unon their father's shoulders, and it was the aim and object of their little lives to make that burden as light as possible. They are all sweet and dear, but little Willie possessed these qualities in a pre-eminent and marked degree. There are degrees of talent and virtue. They are all bright and intelligent, but he was more bright and Intelligent; they are all thoughtful, but he was more thoughtful; they are all lovable, but he was more lovable; they are all dutiful, but he was most dutiful. He was by common consent the family favorite, for the reason, perhaps, that the sterling ster-ling qualities and virtues which characterized char-acterized the life of his deceased mother moth-er survived and shone again in the young life of this lovable child. That little Willie was wise anoS thoughtful beyond his years, a little incident in-cident will show: On the eve of his" departure upon his little outing with his brother and companion a few days ago, he called his sisters and begged them to be good during his absence. "If you are good to grandma," he said, "I'll give you a nickel apiece when I return." Again, when taken to the hospital, when death, undisguised, stared out at his eyes, when the doctors doc-tors shook their heads in sad foreboding; forebod-ing; when his father, grandmother, brother and sisters circled 'round his couch to bid and kiss him goodbye, and when the anticipation of the inevitable would no longer be restrained, but would burst forth into a paroxism of j tears and grief, the little follow, at first bewildered, looked 'round, at the tearful group; and then, collecting himself him-self and remembering that he must be brave, and console his' heartbroken pa- iciiL, h.b aououess, ne naa orten aone j before, said: "Papa, don't cry; I'm not going to die I will be well; I have no pain, it does not hurt; I am all right." Ah. dear friends, it was an affecting, a heartrending scene; it would soften the hardest heart. Such heroism and bravery was phenomenal in a child, and at once enlisted the sympathy and admiration of his nurses and his fellow-sufferers, who lay around; all eyes were bedimmed with tears, even those familiar with, and consequently, to some extent, hardened to such scenes. All that skill and science sci-ence could do was done to sustain life, but all in vain. The mortal body failed, being wounded unto death: but such a spirit could not fail could not flee in his father's presence. It waited for his absence and .then, unseen by him, it stole a march unto Its God. And now we ask: Willie, whither goest thou? We hear the Wise Man give answer: "He pleased God and was beloved, and living among sinners he was translated. He was taken away lest wickedness should alter his understanding, under-standing, or deceit beguile his soul." Yes, the Good Master has called him suffer little children to come to me, for of such is the kingdom of God" and he has harkened to his voice.. "He is not dead, but sleepeth," he is translated." translat-ed." He was too good, too angelic, for the wicked ways of the wicked world, and God has 'translated him to the society of angels where he belongs. God often does with little children what the skillful gardener does with ltender plants. He watches over I j thenSivith diligence and care and at' the least appearance of danger he takes ' them and replants in a more suitable soil, where they will more readily bloom and flourish. In like manner, God, not seldom, takes away Innocent children chil-dren and transplants them into another and better world. Omniscient as. he is, he foresees that their virtue will be assailed, that temptations will arise in which their innocence might easily be destroyed: translated Into- heaven, hbw-ever hbw-ever they are secure .from such pernicious perni-cious Influence as might sully their innocence and virtues. , - - .. This is the grace which our good .God has .conferred today upon our dear little lit-tle brother. He has taken him unto his own to the society of his brother angels and to the sweet embrace of his deceased mother. The loss, therefore, is not his, but that of those who are Deren or mm on earth, and in that loss we tender them our earnest, sincere and heartfelt sympathy, and pray that the "Father of the widow and orphan," the consoler of the afflicted, may give them grace and strength to bear their trial. Let It be their consolation that they have sent one more soul to heaven, heav-en, to watch over their earthly destiny, I and to intercede for them through the I battle of life till they meet again where separation shall be no more. i |