The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1890-09-14

deposited on dias raised at such an angle
that the corpse, still dressed in it's splendid
robes and jewels, with mitre and golden
staff, is almost standing. The great funeral
dlas, hung with sable curtain Spangled with
stars, beautifully Illuminated cross at the
head and weeping figures standing at the
sides, occupies a considerable portion of the
centre of the cathedral
THE ENTIRE EDIFICE is DRAPED
with black Grape and ribbons. lighted by
thousands of candles, and perfumed with
flowers and lncenSe-buJ 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 sphinx like
smile but has grown many shades darker,
proves that the embalmers did rot do their
work well enough for so long an exhibition.
The great sanctuary is packed to it's 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, Dean
Malina's requiem mass being magniticently
rendered by a full-strins ed orchestra and a
hundred voices. Then follows the grafton,
delivered by brother canon, after watch
another reverend father discourses at great
length in the name Of the regular and secu-
lar clergy Meantime the faces of those
sitting nearest the catafalque are seen to
grow pale and paler, and the standing null
titude, even the soldiers who are used to it,
shift about YEARLY from one leg to the
other, while the crowd outside, hearing
nothing within, and impatient for the show
to continue, are talking and laughing in
groups. AT length (about O'Clock accord
ing to program) theproceSsion is reformed.
to escort the hero of the day to tae Pan
theon.
THE SAME CHANTING OF PRIESTS,
and burning of incense, and singing OF
choirs is resumed, interrupted several times
on the way, when the catafalque is set
down in the road, and the procession halts
while another Grafton is delivered. The
devotion OF many falterS as the miles and
hours lengthen, and by the time the city
limits are reached, most of the private
citizens have deserted
! The cemetary of La Paz is one of the
| finest in South America most of the dead
being deposited ii inches, just large enough
to slip in a coffin, Cor otener corpse
without coffin), placed tier above tier, in
the high walls that surround the en-
closure. Tomorrow the newly sealed
door of one of these will be Labeled in let
tiers of gold. Limo Senior Doctor Don
Juan de Dios Bosque, Ovispo de La Paz.''
The high sounding title, if translated into
| e 1glish, which doubtless would have
nightly shocked his highness, would be
/ plain John Wood or if literally rendered
''Illustrious Sir, Mr. Doctor John-of Coo
Wood"
! fastening to our hotel ahead of the
crowd we watched the stragglers from the
procession coming back in small bodies
and the clock in the congressional tower
strikes the hour of six before all have re
turned. The soldiers come last and art
marched three times around the piazza NJ
longer to funeral music, but gay waltzes ant
national airs, then up the hills to their bar
racks.
TROOPS OF GRAY-CowLED FRANClsCANs
glide away to their cloisters; groups O.
white-robed friars hurry to the San Mer
ced; priests. canons and clergy haster
homeward, many in carriages, all inclined
to be jolly after the labors of the day
some even convival.
An evening paper contains this squib
''Tut tut my friend Camacho; why do
find you thus Inflated" (meaning intoxi-
cated)
Without embarrassment or hesitation he
replied: "What is more proper and natural
amigo mic, than to initiate ones self whel
a bishop dies, especially one who neve
buIHeu Ills OWll UdCh UpUu SOUu grass!
1t has been a magnificent funeral, bu
among the multitudes that witnessed TIN
display, probably there was not one poo
Indian who, though often cold and hungry
would not rather be himself, alive. on tn,
| top of Gods green earth, than the deat
prelate in all his pomp and glory. Musine
in the twilight, we wonder whether, coul(
the lately departed soul return to its oil,
haunts to night it might not be disapponte,
to find the world going on as contentedly a
ever, and even its closest friends forget
full! So true it is that in this world O
graves one more death is like the dropping
of stone into the sea-a momentary va
cancy, then the waters close over and leav
no sign.
Meanwhile, though darkness has dc
seconded below and wrapped the city il
deepest shadow, the heaven piercing snow
of the Hin All are gloriously illuminated b
departed sun-a hint of things unseen b
mortal eyes. FANNIE B. WARD.