The Press., 1911-04-05
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PETER A. SULLIVAN, Died March goth. IoII.


 The familiar and expressive word ssshock" fails to measure the poignant grief which waited on the death an nouncement of Peter A. Sullivan. Al though some of his friends were alive to the stages to which his illness had climbed, yet that very preparedness was unsuccessful in sotening the event, or smoothing the reality.
 & The world counts as successful men, who in virtue of stalwart deeds of hero- ism or civic endeavor have written their names up high on the walls of fame's temple. It's giants fill the market place where their forms and features, as well as the story of their deeds, are written into the enduring substances of marble or bronze It is far better to live in mems hearts, than simply in their memories. Peter A. Sullivan reached this more per- feet ideal. They who had put Assing acquaintance confess it; while they who were privileged to en joy his companion ship, and range the valley free of his af fections, betray the same confession in tears and words of deepest sadness
 He moved into our affections more strongly than we knew. His passing em- phasizes the blessing of his erstwhile friendship. The old familiar haunts will be sad with the renewed suggestions of him who is no more, and the glad song will miss the voice that lent it's cheer, as well as strength. Like the day with the sun gone down, or the night that lifts no corner of the coming dawn, so shall the future hours stand in certain places with in our circle which knew and loved his presence.
 For our cancellations, we turn where Peter would have pointed, and which he doubtless tried. Religion takes the sting from death, and with it's love, mercy and sympathy fills the torch with mellow light as well as fragrance. Christ stands by the open grave. and weeps. His creed or doctrines lift from the Gospel page to dovetail every grief and crown the far thest reaches of the soul He gives us Calvaries, only to follow them with the Resurrections of eternal hopes. These supports which stayed up our friend, and explains the kindlness of his presence, will be our balm in grief though all the while nature shall chafc and tearfully call for "the touch of vanished hand, and the sound of voice that is still.'
 Peter A. Sullivan was ever faithful never faithless. To those bound to him with the red cords of kinship, the word devOtedness covers his constant attitude. To the employer he ever revealed ready and obedient hand; to his friends he stood, like flower in lonely room,' '' but best of all,-because the best of true brotherhood to his God was he ever faithful, and waited on his every wish and desire with exceptional resignation.
 The PriestIy Poetof the Sunny-South- land measures his character, and hints of life when he said :-
 He spoke of death as if it were joy,
 EnP tH T1o UIVifh md nf flo hn nEn AS of a toy not Worth wei the play of thought. And of this world he spoke as captives speak Of prisons where they pine He spoke of men He spoke ot women just as if he dreamed about His Mother. And he spoke ofGod as if he walk ed With him, and knew his heart
 To the wish that we may grow into the stature of his goodness, we add the prayer, which pleads for his eternal rest in peace. FROM SULLY's CROWD.