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Show f-r-r-r-r-r 4 4 I - FU3MERAL OF THE LATE FATHER EDWARD M'GLYNET. (Written for The Intermountain Catholic.) New York. Jan. 15. Thousands of eyes dim with tears looked on the white face in the coffin that was raised the height of a tall man above the floor of St. Stephen's Church, on last Thuirs-day. Thuirs-day. A pillow lifted the head that all might see the expression of peace imprinted im-printed upon it. Father Edward McGlynn had come to his own again. The storm and stresy of his life was ended, and with it passed away the bitterness. He was back among his own people, to whom he gave twenty-one years of his life. In that gathering were hundreds of peetple who had not stepped foot inside the doors from the time that Father McGlynn was deposed. For this man was loved beyond the comprehension of mosit men. There was something almost al-most fanatical in their devotion to their priest. There were many people in rich raiment rai-ment who drove up in their own carriages, car-riages, but they were lost in the throng of the poorly clothed. There were dozens doz-ens of men who gave up their day's work that they might attend the funeral fune-ral of Father McGlynn. No fewer than 200 priests attended the funeiral, and most of them took part in it. Archbishop Ryan of Philadelphia. Archbishop Corrigan. Bishop Farley, Mgr. Laughlin of Philadelphia and him who wag seven years ago the saddest sad-dest of human beings an unfrocked priest. Not the great number of clergymen, nor the crowded church, nor the rich-noss rich-noss cf the service made this one of the most memorable funerals that New York has ever known.- It was the profound pro-found grief of the people there. Twenty-eighth and Twenty-ninth streets were? crowded as early as 7 o'clock Thursday morning, and many persons remained about the church for seven hours. There was not even room for many who had tickets but who came late. Three hundred policemen were in and about the church, and they became the . comforters of those who mourned. Never did policemen have so difficult a time in withstanm, i..-. "Captain," said Mrs. McCaffrey, a little, lit-tle, earnest old woman, to Captain Delaney, "I have known him for years. I am one of his old parishioners. I must see his face before it is cove-red forever. Let me go in." 'I'll take you in myself." he said. And a score of people who had pleaded in vain for themselves thanked him for his kindness. Tra-y, the les-sons of Father McGlynn, w c ;rav $30,000 of hi3 own money 'to"'-ti- poor of his church, have borne fruit. The body of Father McGlynn was arrayed ar-rayed in full purple vestments and the four-pronged doctor's beretta rested upon his head. The flickering lights from tho black-draped candles made the golden crucifix clasped in his hands twinkle like a star. It was a low requiem, the rubrics of the church forbidding two high masses within eight days during Epiphany. Few men have heard a mass chanted as it was by Father McLaughlin, "the singing priost," and Father O'Connor. Both served under Father McGlynn in St. Stephen's; both loved him and wept for him. The lessons were read by the Rev. M. J. Henry, the Rev. Dr. Cu-rran and Bishop Farley. Vicar General Mooney, who looks not unlike Father McGlyiin, lighted candles were placed in the hands of the clergy while Archbishop Corrigan granted solemn absolution. The music had sounded uweeitly, but when the voices were stilled and that beautiful and poignant Chopin funeral march welled from the organ, the whole church seemed to give way to grief. There was murmur of sobbing, the rocking to and fro of bodies, and now and then long moans of despair. Many priests were weeping as they leift the altar. The coffin was borne down the centre aisle. The big cross with "Our Beloved Priest" in Gaelic, a big band of red bloom and greenery and many other tribute9 were p-laced. in carriages. One hundred letter-car- iers marched after the coffin. The hearse and the ca.rriages circled around the block, that the procession might pass in front of the church. There were 150 carriages, and a procession pro-cession of 200 women parading in the middle of the street made it look like a funeral in France. They marched to the Thirty-fourth street ferry. Father McGlynn was buried in Calvary Cal-vary cemetery bejside his brother. There were about forty priests and 500 others about the grave. Father McCready siaid the prayers. The clergy chanted the Benadictus, and Father Colton gave the laat absolution. A meeting in memory of Father McGlynn, Mc-Glynn, under the auspices of the Manhattan Man-hattan Single-Tax club, was held Thursday night in Cooper Union. President Pres-ident W. D. Me-Cracken presided. Pro-feyaor Pro-feyaor Charles Sprague Smith was the first speaker. He said Dr. McGlynn was a noble man with a great and tender ten-der heart. No man had ever been more welcomod to Cooper Union's platform, the forum of the people. Henry George said the Catholic Church lost one of her grandest priesits when Dr. McGlynn passed out. He had literally followed Chrit's injunction to give hi? coat to his needy brother. Tha Rev. Father Ducey said he came -r,t in ouIop-Wci Dr Me.G-lvnn. It was not needed to look to a Na.poleon or a Caesar for a leader or an orator. He read the beautitudes, many passages of which warn received with rapturous applause. "Blea:-ed are they who suffer persecution perse-cution for justice sake, for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven," was received with an avalanche of applause that kept up for minutes. Tom L. Johnson said Dr. McGlynn had kejpt the light of truth burning, a light destined to yet illumine the world. John S. Crosby said it had always se-.im.ed that Dr. McGlynn stood so near Heaven's gate that he had but to lift the latch and enter therein: |