The St. Johns herald., 1889-03-14
In MenOriam.

Donald Mcdonald, son of Art McDou
 aid, died at the residence of his parents
 in St. Johns, on the 9th instant, in the
 21st year Of bis age, after an illness O
 ten days, from pneumonia.
 We seem to be taught from our infan.
 cy what death is, but we learn nothing
 from it's teachings. 1t is only when the
 darkwinged messenger comes into the ] family circle, CT sHatches from our side
 the friend we have loved, that we learn for the first time the mystery of death. Then the earth seems without form and
 void; then nature herself seems to die.
 Donald was the only son of devoted parents-the only brother of two loving sisters, who bow in sorrow and humility to the decree of Him "who doeth all things we'll" He has become to us only a memory, and yet words are powerless for expression. Just two weeks from the time that he had stood at the death bed of his brother-in-law, who died from the same dread disease, death beckoned him with his silent finger. and the sun of his existence dropped into the ocean of eter nifty. He seemed to have a premonition of death, for when the family were to- gether for the last time, to bid adieu to his sister, who was about to start on a a mournful journey to the east with the remains of her husband. he exclaimed with prophetic emphasis, Eve will never meet again on this earth" When seized with a congestive chill, which was the precursor of the fatal disease, he de- clared that he would not recover, and throughout his illness lie seemed con- scious that his end was near and medi- cal skill unayailing. All that parents devotion, or sisters love could suggest to alleviate his suffering, was done every wish anticipated and seeming want supplied-but he remained firm in the belief that he was sick unto death. From time to time he expressed a will ingness to die, and to him death seemed not the "king of terrors." ''I am not afraid to meet my God" said he, ''I have done wrong to no man-I do not fear to die." He seemed to cling to life only for the sake of those he loved and those who loved him, and from the first moment of his illness, until death claim ed him as his own, his mother and sis ter were with him and watched his young life pass through the golden gates of eternity.
 Donald was a student at the St. Johns Academy ,and favorite alike with teach CT and fellow students. His amiability, proverbial even to absolute tenderness for the feelings. of others-his gentle ness characterized every action, and inn patience dld not overcome him, while disease was sapping the we'll springs of his life. The esteem in which he was held by the community was manifested on the occasion of his funeral. Seldom, in this place, has such a large concourse of sorrowing friends followed one to the city of the dead. The schools of the town and public offices were closed teachers and pupiIs-officers and citi- zens-all without regard to sects or na- tionality, joined the cortege in token of deep regret. At the request of the fam fly, Prof. Brown of the Academy, con- ducted the simple services at the grave. \ hymn was sung-the 23rd psalm read "a prayer was offered, and all that was mortal of Donald Mcdonald left alone with the dead. In one of those exquis- ite sculptures, which the taste of anti quity has bequeathed to us, the Genius of Death is represented as beautiful youth, who. with inverted touch, leads away child from the midst of its play mates, Wondering, but unresisting, the