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Show TAKEN AWAY IN THE HORN OF LIFE. ? 2 I " " V 'A. -v - ; - c I x,' - i r: :,- T m ( , I : : ; , R0SANNA MARJ.E POWERS.. ' From a-photograph taken when the child was 2 years 6 months old, and the only, one in possession of parents. ... - The funeral of Rosanna Marie Powers took place from St. Mary's cathedral Friday afternoon of last week. A large number of mourners attended to pay a last tribute of respect to the dear little child they all loved. " - i Rev. Father Kiely delivered a, short but most touching " sermon, one that greatly comforted the sorrowing parents. par-ents. The funeral services were impressive. impress-ive. The music rendered by the .Junior choir of the cathedral was very beautiful, beau-tiful, with Miss Little and Miss Nellie Geary as soloists. Six young students from All Hallows' college were the pallbearers. pall-bearers. Rev. Father Galligan of Park City, grand-uncle of the dead child, per- formed the services over the body and at the cenuptery. The interment was In Mount Calvary cemetery, where the dear little maid was laid away in a bed of fragrant spring blossoms. - Fairer than any blossoms was little Rosanna, whose pure spirit has returned re-turned to God. - to the glorious sunshine sun-shine of the other life. Standing before, the mourners in the church Father Kiely sought to comfort com-fort them in the language of holy' Job., He said: "The Lord hath given and the Lord By an inexorable law of nature every-j every-j thing in this world is destined to die. The law, which directs the duration of life, is very uncertain. A fragrant flower, which pleases the senses, has to be nursed, carefully watered, exposed to the heat of the sun and protected from the cold In order that it may live. Whilst obnoxious weeds flourish in the most barren soil without any pro tec-' tion or care. Yet all are governed by a law of nature. The same applies, in a sens?, to human life. The flower of innocence is sometimes tiken away in' the morning, of life: obnoxious weeds grow beyond the ordinary span of lifo You ask why all this? The only answer an-swer I could give is that given by holy; i Job to thope who pretended to sympa-' thize with him in his affliction. "The ' Lord: hath given and the Lord hath I .taken away." We have a striking example of this trnth' before us today. Death enters the family circle and culls from the ho'us'ahold garden the fairest flower. I Little "Rosanna was the pride of her parents' home. Her presence there always. al-ways. brought sunshine. She was the first to attract a stranger's attention. Ilealthy," vigorous and strong, bright I and talented, her parents naturally .looked to her future with pride, and in their old .age hope to be comforted by her. T But before they have time to lavish their affections- and pour out their parental love, the spark of life is extinguished. - 'We are-hore to express our sympathy and show our friendship to the be-reaved be-reaved parents. That is right and proper. It gives' some consolation to the heart-broken parents, for "a friend in need is always a friend indeed." But all we do or could possibly do will not assuage the grief of re parents or fill the void whioh death makes in the home. Only religion can in a measure do that. Faith, which says, as our Lord' said- to the afflicted widow who lost her child, "She is not dead," can console, and' reconcile one with .death, j Life, after all, is nothing but a pro- i loneed strusele' aeainst death. Self- preservation is-a nattiral instinct. Yet In the struggle, and in the effort death will come But to the true Christian death gains no victory. It is simply transplanting the soul 4"rom its temporary abotle to its real and permanent home in heaven-Your heaven-Your child is not dead. . That pure unsullied un-sullied soul. which never lost its baptismal bap-tismal innocence, is with -God in heaven. There it awaits your arrival. The hope of a happy union is your, only consolation consola-tion now. May that be realized are my ardent wishes and fervent prayer for you today. As you think of this little body in j the . cold grave under; the snow, you ! must not forget that, the, soul has bios-! somed in heaven, for j"the Lord hath given and the Lord hath, taken aviy." I |