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Show Death of Trily Christian Knigkt . . N. P. Dooley, so well and favorably known in Salt Lake, died last Friday, Nov. 21. ' The announcement of his death caused profound sorrow among a host of true friends in all conditions of life friends whose grief is deep and sincere, and whose hearts go out in tender sympathy to the bereaved wife, brother and other relatives in this time of sore affliction. ' "Bert" Dooley was a noble, true man in all that the word implies, and the esteem that was felt for him was shown by the number of sorrowing friends who attended the funeral services serv-ices on Tuesday. The deceased was respected re-spected for his unstained life, his stern integrity and an unfaltering devotion to his church. His simple, cheery manner man-ner and model character so endeared him to all that there was not one whose heart did not throb with deep feeling on hearing he was no more. "Bert" Dooley, as his friends have always al-ways been wont to call him, was born in Nevada thirty-five years ago. He was in business for many years in Pioche and De 1 amar and was known and highly respected from one end of that state to the other. He had filled the offices of county clerk and county treasurer of Lincoln county, in both of which positions he acquitted himself with honor. When the Stateline district was discovered dis-covered he went with his brother. Will J. Dooley, and became interested in the now well known Johnny gold mine. In . ; 4v:; t - -r '-"&.- K fi' V v r ' - "f C U f N. P, (Bert) Dooley. 1899, when a strike was made in the property, he sold his one-third interest for $30,000 cash. For the past two years or more he has made his home in this city. He had large real estate holdings and in addition was interested in a number of mining propositions, both in this state and in Nevada. -The funeral --took place from St. Mary's cathedral on Tuesday morning under the auspices of the Knights of Columbus. In the large gathering of friends were many old residents of Nevada Ne-vada who had known and loved the deceased de-ceased from boyhood, as well as prominent promi-nent citizens of Salt Lake. The cortege left the residence on Fourth East street at 10 o'clock, accompanied ac-companied -by the Knights of Columbus, Colum-bus, of which order Mr. Dooley was an enthusiastic member. The chancel was covered with sweet offerings of flowers, and the music was exquisitely rendered by the cathedral choir, under the direction di-rection of Miss Nora Gleason. Requiem mass was celebrated. " . The' body was shipped on the 12:30 I train to San Francisco. Mrs. Dooley land Will Dooley, the brother of the ! deceased, accompanied the remains, which will be laid in the family lot at San Francisco, where the mother was buried six years ago. To the bereaved ones the earnest sympathy of all is extended. May the desolate wife and loving brother look forward to a blessed reunion with their loved one, who has gone to the home where death and sorrow never enter. Rev. Father Mdrrissey, a close friend of Mr. Dooley, paid a beautiful tribute to the life and character of the deceased de-ceased in the following sermon: "But the just man, if he be prevented with death, shall be in rest." (Wisdom iv. 7.) My Dear Friends There is no time when faith in a- future life seems so necessary to us as when in the awful presence of death's dark angel; there is no time when the soul of man more imperiously craves for the goal to which Christianity points, than when sorrow and pain and suffering are upon it, and that, too, in the midst of all the pleasures and sweets and affluence which the .world, in other circumstances; circum-stances; could bestow; there is no time when the inconveniences of a good Christian life and habits in the presence pres-ence of a sneering, mocking and scoffing scoff-ing world seem so well worth enduring, as when we stand by the bedside of a dying Christian , man who has so endured, en-dured, and listen to his words of faith, his aspirations of hope and his yearn-. ings of love; and when we see before our very eyes the confidence, the resignation, res-ignation, the calm, the peace which such a life and such habits beget which are at once their result' and their reward there is no time when we shall realize the value and advantage of a life well spent more deeply and keenly keen-ly than when we shall stand, as we shall one day soon, before the portals of the inevitable of the great unknown; un-known; no time when virtue will taste so sweet, no time when its absence will be more keenly felt; in a word, there is no time when the truth and meaning of these words of the Wise Man will be so impressively borne in upon us and perhaps surprise us as when life's tide is ebbing from the shore: "But the just man, if he be prevented with death, shall be in rest." Ah, my friends, there is no man so wretched as the man who lives without faith; there is no man so miserable as the man who goes through life without his God; there is no man so pitiable as the man who suffers,, and whose suffering has, for him. no meaning; who has a mhld and knows not; who has a heart and feels not; who has a soul and endures not; whose tears of anguish, whose cry of pain and sigh of sorrow find a responsive respon-sive echo nowhere, because he does not realize or appreciate the sublime and consoling teaching of the Savior, jvho says to the believing sufferer: "Blessed are the meek (the patient) for they shall possess the land. Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted. . . . Rejoice and be glad, for your reward is very great in heaven." (Matt, v, 4-12.) Religion, my dear friends, is the hope of suffering, patience is its soothing balm, while resignation is at once its victory and its crown. But suffering, when, separated from religion, from patience and resignation, is truly disheartening,' dis-heartening,' for then suffering has neither principle nor end, nor recompense. recom-pense. If was this patience, this resignation, res-ignation, that characterized through a life of almost unbroken suffering the noble Christian man whose body lies shrouded before us here today, and to whose loving memory you and I pay this last tribute of respect. Bending, and, betimes, writhing, in the throes of a fell disease, which was slowly, but none the less surely, gnawing his very life away, through his life he suffered he suffered as a child, he suffered as a boy, he suffered as a man yet patience shone through it all as brightly as the lightning's flash through the blackness of the storm. True, he would sit for minutes together and tell you long and racking stories of: his sufferings, but then he would dispel and squash' the rising sympathy under the sledge hammer ham-mer of some huge joke of which he was fond leaving you under the impression im-pression that he had been "stuffing" you all this time. Though a man of a truly sympathetic heart and nature, he seemed to have no ears for sympathy sym-pathy whenever himself figured as its object. One expression of his, which ; might be termed his dying word, ex- j plains, better than any words of mine, the patience of a life-time. Lying on his bed of suffering and death, and turning to his wife, he said: "Clara, what a grand thing this faith is! I have often thought how void and empty and inconsolable must be the life of those who suffer, as I do, but who have no faith who do not believe in a life hereafter." And then he added: "What a good, poor mother I had!" Ah! brethren, that speaks volumes. What a lesson for Christian parents it contains the lesson of a dying son. Ah, if Christian parents would only attend a little better to their duties as parents, par-ents, what a grand old World this one of ours would be to live in! If Christian Chris-tian parents would only spend less of , their time in the club room, in the ball j room and in society, and devote a little lit-tle more of it to their homes and to the Christian education of their children chil-dren to teaching and instilling into their little susceptible hearts, the les- 1 sons of faith, the nobility of virtue, the blessedness of well-doing, the consolation consola-tion of suffering, the hope of future reward, re-ward, there would not be so much wretchedness and misery in the world there would not be so many murders, suicides, crimes and vices to shock the world by their horror and their frequency! fre-quency! Oh! how well these words do sound, Christian parents "What a . good, poor mother I had!" And he i never forgot the lessons he learned at that mother's knee. He was a faithful faith-ful member of mother church, and, when needs be, a zealous defender of the faith which she defends. But, my friends, N. P. Dooley, or "Bert" Dooley, as he was better known, had something more than faith and pa- j tience in suffering to speak for and j commend him. He had charity, too; and "Charity covers a multitude of sins." He had that grand and noble charity of the heart which goes out in j acts of beneficence and well-doing toward his fellow men. No worthy man, wanting for food or clothing, ever applied to "Bert" Dooley for aid and received "No" for an answer. I knew him for eighteen months in De Lamar, Nev., where he kept a general merchandise merchan-dise store, and I know that, before all the others, Dooley's was the poor man's refuge; his very name was an invitation invita-tion to the needy. I have known and seen poor miners, and heard of many others, who came Into camp as it was commonly expressed "stranded"; without with-out food in their stomachs, shoef on their feet, or clothes on their backs; and I have known and seen them largely large-ly and generously credited from Dooley's Doo-ley's stock, when others had refused them. A3 a natural consequence, his charity and generosity were often misplaced, mis-placed, and his books today and I know whereof I speak show thousands of dollars of outlying credit which can never be recovered. But to this he would say today, as he often said before: be-fore: "No matter let it go. I guess the poor fellows can't help themselves now any more than then." There are many here today who can speak as well, and perhaps better, for his charity char-ity than I can; and there are many in the wilds of Nevada who, reading today to-day the account of his death, will say: "Poor Bert! May the Lord have mercy on his soul." " And, brethren, the remembrance re-membrance of kindness bestowed in the hour of need will add a fervor to the prayer which will reach the throne of heaven as surely as did the prayer of the thief on the cross or the publican at the temple's door. Since his advent to Salt Lake two years ago his genial hospitality, his kindness of heart, his open-hearted so- ciaDimy ana nis easy manners na.ve made him many friends, and not merely friends, but lovers and admirers friends, lovers and admirers who deeply deep-ly and sincerely grieve today. Standing face to face for the last time with the dead, we all feel that we have lost a noble friend a Christian man, of whom it might well be said that "the world is the better for his having lived," while at the same time and much more we cannot but realize the heavy weight of grief and sorrow which has fallen upon the lives of his devoted wife, fond brother and loving relatives. rela-tives. We are accustomed to look at death as a long way off, and so but little fear it. .We can even easily reconcile recon-cile ourselves with the fact that death must come, and that when it comes it will lay its blighting hand on all that is fair and beautiful in life and nature. But it is only when it comes to knock at our door, enters into our little family fam-ily circle and take's from our midst a loved one one around whom, perhaps, all our hopes and affections centered it is then that the cut of its knife blade is keenly felt. To rise in the morning, after pleasant dreams, and find their object, their reality, missing; to go about our daily life and see no more the face we loved; to return to our home and receive no more the greeting to which we looked forward; to sit down to table and hear no more the voice that was as music in our ears herein lies the sting of death. To these bereaved ones today do we, therefore, tender our deepest, sincerest and most heartfelt sympathy, while we offer one sweet prayer to the "Father "Fa-ther of the widow and the orphan" for their consolation, and another for the eternal rest of the departed soul. |
