Daily inter mountain., 1900-11-15


to make Montana great has lived after
him: if there was any evil. dt has been
inferred with Marcus Daly's bones.
In New York, the greatest city on the
American continent, the city where the
statue symbolic of the civil and relig-
ious liberty Marcus Daily loved So we'll,
rears it's colossal proportions toward the
blue vault of heaven, the remains of
the man whose place can never be re-
filled, have been Laid at rest. There. in
st. Patrick's cathedral, the grief-strick-
en- family and many sorrowing friends
gathered to witness the last sad rites
performed by the church over one of her
children. And afterward the funeral cor
tege proceeded slowly to Greenwood celn-
etery.
A few words by the priest. requiem
chant, and then-"Dust to dust, and
ashes'' That was all.
But the passing of Marcus Daily was
not observed only in the American me-
trcpolis. In life he was loved and
in death his memory is revered too well
for the people of his own beloved state
to rest contented with the knowledge
that he was being honored spiritually
elsewhere.
AS the clock struck the hour OF 9 this
morning, the big bell in the tower of ST.
Patrick's church in this city began to
toll In response was heard the sound
of the footsteps of those who forsook
their homes, their vocations and their
amusements their own sorrow and their
thoughts OF self, to be present at the
celebration of a requiem high mass for
the repose of the soul of the late departed
and to add their prayers to the countless
on high in behalf of the man who in his
hours Of prosperity forgot not the wild
ow and the orphan.
1t is the outward. the visible evidence
of the work of the Grim Reaper that
makes the observer to shudder and grow
sick at heart. To each person who re-
veres the memory of Daily, to each per-
son whose burden of life has been light
ened by his charitable hand, the one
solemn word pronounced by that brazen
tongue seemed to be Dead! Dead!
Dead!" And as they mounted the steps
leading to the vestibule of the church,
while the air quivered and throEbed
under that mournful refrain, there We're
people whose tears marked their path
way inside the portals of the sacred edi-
flee.
In the church We're witnessed many
touching scenes. Not a vacant seat was
to be seen; the rear of the church and
even the aisles We're crowded, while
many occupied the balcony with the
choir. Yet in every part of the edifice
was to be heard the sob of the widow
whose benefactor had passed across the
dark river of time to the golden shore
of eternity; was to be seen the falling
tear and the agony of grief on the face
of the orphan who had looked upon the
dead as an adaptive father, protector
of the poor and the forsaken. And the
sob of the widow and the orphan, the
moan of the sorrowing of every age and
sex, the prayer that SO fervently as
cended to heaven, seemed to have that
same hopeless note OF anguish, that
same melancholy refrain to the tolling
Of the bell-"Dead! Dead! Dead!"
The interior of the church was drapad
in mourning: the altar robed in black
and white; the candelabra entwined in
sable; the chandeliers and iron columns
wound in cloth of mourning and the
facade of the balcony draped in black
! while in the center of the aisle, near the
altar rail, rested the representation of a
catafalque, heavily draped in the same
F! material. In dignified and stately, yet
! in beautiful contrast to the gold and
silver of the chancel and the polished
brass of the chandeliers, was the whole
somber plan of decoration.
Rev. Father De Siere, the parish
rector, offictated as celebrant at the cer-
emony, Rev. Father English as deacon,
Rev. Father Harrington as sub-deacon,
Rev. Father McGlynn as cup-bearer and
Rev. Father Callahan as master of cere-
monies and deliverer of the funeral SER
mon and panegyric. In attendance upon
the celebration were so acolytes.
The choir, under the charge of Mrs
Rooney, rendered special selections, be-
ing assisted by the Harmony Glee club.
| The Gregorian mass and Liberia were
sung and the De Profundis at the offer
tory. Following the Liberia REST, Spiri,
Rest" was sung by the quartette, and
after the sermon and services in front