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Show A BUFFALO PRIEST'S OPINION OF DR. H 'GLYNN. ! The death of the Rev. Dr. McGlynn at his late residence in Newburg last I Sunday closes the career of one of the j I most remarkable clergymen of this or j any other land. ' Born in New York City sixty-two years ago, Edward McGlynn. after pur suing preparatory studies in the metropolis, me-tropolis, was sent to the propaganda, Rome, where he finished a notably brilliant bril-liant course and was honored with the doctorship of that celebrated institution. institu-tion. He had as fellow, students; many distinguished men, among them Bishop Moore of St. Augustine. Fla., Dr. Burt-sell Burt-sell of Rondout, Dr. McSweeney of New York and Mgr. Cannon of this diocese. From his earliest student days Dr. 1 McGlynn was a profound thinker. He I had a prodigious memory, and even then gave evidence of the forceful eloquence elo-quence for which he was so famous in later life. His first pristly appointment was as assistant to Rev. Dr. Cummings, another an-other propagandist of brilliant accomplishments. accom-plishments. They were congenial spirits, spir-its, each enjoying the companionship j of the other until separated by death. On the demise of Dr. Cummings Dr. McGlynn succeeded to the pastorate of St. '.Stephen's, where for many a year he tirelessly labored, endearing himself especially to the poor and afflicted by his kindly word and open hand. Of splendid physique and commanding command-ing presence, the departed priest had a lovable nature. It was impossible to be in his company without being fascinat- j ed by the charm of his conversation. He i w as a golden-hearted man whose sympathy sym-pathy went out to the poor and strug- j gling of every land. His charity was J heroic; distress never appealed to him j in vain, and at the announcement of j his death many an eye grew moist and I many a prayer went up to God for his ! repose. I It was a gracious act on the part of ! Archbishop Corrigan to set out to visit, the dying priest. Before his arrival, ; however, the spark of life had fled, and , as the prelate gazed upon the face of ! the dead, he could hardly control his j emotion. Buffalo Union and Times. j |