Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-09-13

Jesuit college, and red-skirted acolytes,
singing with piping voices; nuns OF every
order; Daughiers!of Mary, Sisters OF Charity,
female seminaries, female Benefcenciaries;
congregations of the Sacred Heart of Jesus,
Rosario, San Merced, and many others, and
the murmur of their united prayers sounds
like the distant voice of the sea. There is
the President and his Cabinet, the diplo-
matte csrps, municipal Council, national in
stitute, lawyers and judges, bomberos lfre-
men); the Hayden Choir, Catholic Choir,
Philharmonic and other musical organiza-
tions; the "Workmen of the Cross, Brothers
of San Jose, Mutual Beneficent Brother
hood, and no end of other societies. Even
the gambling and dancing clubs are repre-
sented in separate bodies, and thousands of
citizens have Joined in the parade, intend
ing to walk from the palace to the cathedral
and afterward to the cemetery, distance of
about three miles.
The military brings up the rear, and the
most striking feature of this part of the
pageant is the cavalry, a thousand men in
scarlet and gold from top to toe, on splendid
white horses, riding five abreast. A score
of brass bands marching at equat distances.
are playing, all at once, and numberless
banners and emblematic devices are flying
along the line. In the midst, enveloped in
clouds of incense, the body of the Bishop is
borne on an uncovered catafalque, whose
black pail is strewn with fresh roses. 1t is
carried by priests, but the black ribbons ex-
tending from it are held by the President of
the Republic, the Vice President, Ministers
OF Justice and the foreign Ministers.
DIsAGREEABLE FEATURES.
The impressiveness of the scene is some
what marred by the spectacle OF the empty
hearse (dressed all over in purple and white
gauze, put on in billowy puffs to represent
clouds, spangled with silver stars and hung
with wreaths of roses), careening gaily to
and iro, to show itself Off
Arrived at the church, the catafalque is
deposited on dias, raised at such an angle
that the corpse, still dressed in its splendid
robes and jewels, with inter and golden
staff, is almost standing. The great funereal
dias, hung with sable curtains spangled
with stars, beautifully illuminated cross
ct the head and weeping figures standing at
the sides, occupies considerable portion of
the center of the Cathedral. The entire
edi6ce is draped with black crepe and rib
bons, lighted by thousands of candles, and
periumed with flowers and incense-but
above all these another odor may be plainly
distinguished, which, together with the
swollen hands that have almost burst their
gloves, and the face that still wears its
sphIn1-like smile, but has grown many
shades darker, proves that the embalmers
did not do their work well enough for so
long an exhibition.
The great sanctuary is packed to its ut
most capacity, the most distinguished
guests having been supplied with seats, and
every inch OF standing room occupied. The
service is exactly three hours long. At
length the procession is reformed. to escort
the hero Of the day to the Pantheon. The
devotion of many falters as the miles and
hours lengthen, and by the time the city
Gems have deserted.
THE LA PAZ CEMETERY.
The cemetery of La Paz is one of the finest
in South America, most of the dead being
deposited in inches, just large enough to
slip lu coffin, Cor oItener a corpse witho ut
a cofin), placed tier above tier, in the high
walls that surround the inclosure. To-mor-
row the newly sealed door of one of these
will be labeled in letters of gold. "Ilmo
Senior Doctor Don Juan de Dios Bosque,
Ovispo de La Paz." The high-sounding
title, If translated into English, which
doubtless would have nightly shocked his
highness, would be plain John Wood; or if
liScia'y ienueieu, 1iuSLrious 0lr, MI.
Doctor John-of-God Wood"
An evening paper contains this squib:
''Tutl tutl my friend, Camacho, why do 1
find you thus infated?' (meaning into1i-
cated). Without embarrassment or heslta-
tion he replied: "What is more proper and
natural, amigo milo, than to initiate ones self
when Bishop dies, especially one who
never turned his own back upon a good
CLASP"
1t has been a magnificent funeral, but
among the multitudes that witnessed the
display, probably there was not one poor
Indian who, though often cold and hungry,
would not rather be himself, alive, on the
top of Gods green earth, than the dead
prelate in all his pomp and glory.
FANNIE b. WARD.