The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1902-11-29
Death of q Truly
Christian knight

then he would dispel and squash the
rising sympathy under the sledge ham
mer of some huge joke-of which he
was fond-leaving you under the I'M
preston 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 SYM
patty whenever himself figured as It's
object. One expression of his, which
might be termed his dying word, ex-
plains, better than any words of mine,
the patience of a lifetime. Lying on
his bed of suffering and death, and
turning to his wife, he said: Clara,
what a grand thing this faith is!
have often thought how void and empty
and inconsolable must be the life of
those who suffer. as l do, but who
have no faith-Who do not believe in a
life hereafter" And then he added:
What good, poor mother L had!
All! brethren, that speaks volumes.
What a lesson for Christian parents it
contains-the lesson of a dying son. All,
if Christian parents would only attend
a little better to their duties as par
ents, what grand old world this one
of ours would be to live in! If Chris
tan parents would only spend less of
their time in the club room, in the ball
room and in society, and devote lit
tie more of it to their homes and to
the Christian education of their chill
dren-to teaching and instilling into
their little susceptible hearts, the les
sons of faith, the nobility of virtue, the
blessedness of we'll doing, the consola-
ton of suffering, the hope of future 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 fire.
quency! Oh! how we'll these words
do sound, Christian parents-"What a
good, poor mother L had" And he
never forgot the lessons he learned at
that mothers knee. He was a faith
full member of mother church, and,
when needs be, jealous 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
thence in suffering to speak for and
commend him. He had charity, too;
and Charity covers multitude of
sins He had that grand and noble
charity of the heart which goes out in
acts of beneficence and well-doing
toward his fellow men. No worthy
man, wanting for food or clothing. ever
applied to Bert" DooIey for aid and
received mo" for an answer. 1 knew
him for eighteen months in De Lamar,
New, where he kept general merchan-
disc store, and 1 know that, before all
the others, Dooley's was the poor mans
refuge; his very name was an invita-
ton to the needy. L have known and
seen poor miners, and heard of many
others, who came into camp-as it was
commonly expressed-"st stranded; with
out food in their stomachs, shoes on
their feet, or clothes on their backs;
and 1 have known and seen them large
ly and generously credited from Doc
ley's stock, when others had refused
them. AS a natural consequence, his
charity and generosity were often mis-
placed, and his books today-and 1
know whereof 1 speak-show thousands
of dollars of outlying credit which can
never be recovered. But to this ne
would say today, as he often said be-
fore: mo matter-let it go. 1 guess
the poor fellows can't help themselves
now any more than then" There are
many here today who can speak as
we'll, and perhaps better, for his char
ity than 1 can; and there are many in
the wilds of Nevada who, reading to-
day the account of his death, will say:
Poor Bert! May the Lord have mercy
on his SOUL" And, brethren, the 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 temples door.
Since his advent to Salt Lake two
years ago his genial hospitality, his
kindness of heart, his open-hearted So
liability and his easy manners have
made him many friends, and not merely
friends, but lovers and admirers
friends, lovers and admirers who 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 rela-
tives. We are accustomed to look at
death as long way off, and so but
little fear it. We can even easily recon-
cile ourselves with the fact that death
must come, and that when it comes it
will lay it's 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 fam
lily circle and takes from our midst
loved one-one around whom, perhaps,
all our hopes and affections conferred
it is then that the cut of it's 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 ga
Their of the widow and the orphan
for their consolation, and another for
the eternal rest of the departed soul.