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Show EDWARD P. NUGENT LAID TO REST. On last Sunday, at St. Patrick's Church, the funeral services of Edward Ed-ward P. Nugent took place. The choir as the body was taken to the Church, sang "Nearer My God to Thee."; After the hymn Father Kiely read the solemn services of the ritual. After the service he preached from the text: "And when he came nigh to the gate of the city, behold a dead man was carried car-ried out, the only son of his mother. . i . . Whom, when the Lord had seen being moved with mercy towards her, He said to her: 'Weep not.' " Luke VII., 12. 13. In these words of the Savior uttered to the afflicted mother of Nairn, who had lost her "only son," there fs sym pathy and real consolation. "Being moed with mercy towards her, he said to her: Weep not.", In affliction and sorrow hearts are brought together silently si-lently but yet tenderly and affectionately affection-ately expressing their feelings of condolence con-dolence by their tears. Like the Good Master we all: cry out to those who are most deeply affected: "Weep not." The Church, in her prayers and ceremonies, cere-monies, unites with us in expressing her feelings of sorrow and solicitude. She brings the remains of her deceased before be-fore the Altar. With her burning tapers tap-ers she indicates the light of faith which they professed. Light and truth are one. Those lighted candles tell us today of the upright life of the young man' who has passed to his reward, and that religious truth directed his steps in the thorny path of life. The body is sprinkled with holy water to show that the deceased was washed at the baptismal bap-tismal font in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Ghost. The incense used symbolizes the prayers of the Church which, like fragrant incense, ascend before be-fore the throne of God. Her prayers, too, to which you have listened are a great consolation for the living, and tend to diminish the sorrow of the mourners. They awaken a belief in the resurrection. "I am the life and the resurrection; he who believeth in Me shall not die forever." On the 16th of next October it will be eight years since this little Church was opened for public pub-lic services. The first to serve at its altars was Eddie Nugent. Late and early, and in all kinds of weather, for two years, he never missed any services ser-vices that was conducted in this Church. Every member of the congregation congre-gation knew him, and I fcnow they all loved him. Around the altar he was always reverential, with his associates he was ever gentle and courteous, and he was kind to all. These were the reasons why all, priest and people, loved him as an altar boy. Six years ago he was stricken down with some internal fatal malady. The martyrdom that he suffered in those years is known only to God, and to his parents and uncles who kept vigil night and day for a part of the time. More than once when his life was in a balance I came to his bed side to give him the bread of life and never, on such occasions, did I leave him without being edified at his strong faith, profound respect and deep reverence for the blessed Sacrament. Sacra-ment. Unremitting pain and suffering were his lot during these years, yet Without murmur he bore all, and at all times was he resigned to the holy will of God. For a mere boy his patience pa-tience was something wonderful. All that medical skill could do to lessen his pain and prolong life was done, and successfully, too,, but the end had to come, and on last Thursday, when hi3 pure and innocent soul left the body. ( who, knowing. .him, will doubt but the words of the prayer just recited have been realized? "Oh, God . . . command, that he be received by the holy angels and taken to Paradise, his true country." coun-try." With' this , assurance joy and hope, consolation which spring from faith to you his parents and uncles, I say "weep not." On yonder hill side by side with hjs little sister hia ashes will rest in peace, but they are not dead. With outstretched hands they await your arrival in that home where there is no sorrow, and where alone the measure of man's happiness is complete. com-plete. "Weep not," then, I repeat, for "they who believeth, although they be dead, shall live, and every one who liveth and believeth in Me shall not die forever." At the conclusion the choir sang "The Stabat Mater." Interment was in Calvary, Cal-vary, being conducted by Father Cur- |