funeral, Mass was celebrated for the repose of the soul of the dead seaman, while the chimes of Trinity Episcopal Church rang out "Nearer my God to Thee" and "Abide with Me," during the celebration of the Mass at the Cathedral. In the line that followed the body to the Cathedral and thence to St. Mary's

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Cemetery were Cathedral Guards, Holy Name Guards, St. Mary's of the Mount Cadets, St. Philip's Cadets, Holy Name Cadets of the Church of the Sacred Heart, St. Mary's Cadets, Fourteenth

and Eighteenth Regiments of the State Militia, representatives of the army and navy and civic and semi-military bodies. A powerful sermon was preached by Rev. C. J. Coyne of St. Mary' Church, the dead boy's pastor. The Vice-President was deeply touched and remained with bowed head throughout the cere

mony. At the open grave he showed himself possessed of those qualities and sentiments of the heart that have so endeared him to the common people of the country. He asked a by-stander for the rose that he carried and, having received it, reverently placed it on the lid of the slowly descending coffin. After the funeral, he visited the DeLowry home and with true democratic simplicity waited till the family returned. Having shaken hands with each member he offered his sympathy to Mr. and Mrs. DeLowry and congratulated them on being the parents of such a boy.

Francis Patrick DeLowry was, in very truth, faithful unto death. Though mortally wounded, he continued to fire until death stayed his hand. In the words of Father Coyne: "This boy had supreme faith in the President and in his country." He sealed that faith with his life.

The remains of Gabriel DeFabbio, of Italian parentage, gunner's mate on U. S. S. "New Jersey," were laid to rest in his home city, Batavia,

New York, with impressive solemnity. Batavia has not seen a similar funeral procession in a generation. All the Italian societies, G. A. R., Spanish-American War veterans, Sons of Veterans, Mayor and

city officials, Board of Trade, Business Men's Association, Boy Scouts, high and grammar school pupils, civic and fraternal bodies, combined to pay fitting tribute to the son of an emigrant. Here, again, all distinctions of race, creed and rank were wiped out. St. Joseph's Church, where the Solemn Military Mass was celebrated, was filled to the doors, while thousands without the church sought to gain admittance. The pastor, Rev. W. T. Wilber, celebrated the Mass, while Rt. Rev. Charles H. Colton, Bishop of Buffalo, occupied the throne. A quartette from the Presbyterian Church sang "Nearer my God to Thee."

What more need be said of this young Catholic patriot than that he lived the life of a Christian man and died the death of a Christian soldier? With sturdy character and strong faith in the God of us all, he received the sacraments on board the battleship the day before his death. He was a bright boy and had been recommended for promotion.

Denis Joseph Lane, of New York City, only nineteen years old, was a bluejacket on the U. S. S. "New Hampshire." He was born in Ireland and came to this country at the age of three. He was another of those parochial school boys, having been graduated from St. Agnes' School. He was a student for a time at St. Francis 'Xavier College.

The cortege accompanying the body. to St. Agnes' Church, New York City, where the Requiem Mass was celebrated, was composed of sailors from the Navy Yard, Spanish War veterans, detachments of the State militia, a battalion of cadets from St. Francis Xavier High School, army and navy officers and hundreds of civilians. Floral tributes from President Wilson and Mayor Mitchell, of New York, rested on the casket, which was borne by eight sailors from the caisson into the sacred edifice.

Around it ten thousand people gathered. Men and women wept as these bronzed warriors carried the body of their late comrade, a mere boy, up the steps of his parish church. Rt. Rev. Henry A. Brann celebrated the Mass and delivered a stirring sermon on the meaning of patriotism.

Thus were they laid to rest-our patriotic dead. They played their part in life and played it well. While "patriotic" fakirs and hypocritical terrorists. were striving to fan the flames of religious bigotry and discord, they were giving their lives for that flag they were accused of desiring to betray. While the Haggertys, the DeFabbios and the rest were dying that the flag, in the whirlwind of battle, might wave bright and unsullied, the Guardians of Bigotry (and of themselves) were apostrophizing it in serenity and safety.

And yet more! When Vera Cruz was taken by the American forces it was a Catholic, Ensign Edward Orrick McDonnell of Baltimore, Maryland, who, amidst the wild cheering and the thunder of guns, unfurled the flag over the ancient fortress and threw Old Glory to the breeze. Brother of a Jesuit, and himself educated in a Jesuit college where the atmosphere was redolent of loyalty to Mother Church, he had learned that to be the best Catholic is to be the best American.

Rev. Lewis J. O'Hern, C. S. P., who represents the archbishops of the United States in the appointment of Catholic chaplains in the army and navy, where Catholic representation, proportionately, is ridiculously small, tendered to the President at the White House the names of a dozen priests for service in a possible conflict with Mexico. Among them was that of Rev. Thomas Ewing Sherman, S. J., son of the great General Sherman.

The League of the Holy Cross Cadets of San Francisco one thousand Catholic soldiers-was the first body in

the country to volunteer for service in Mexico, ready, with knapsack and rifle, to start at an hour's notice.

Mother M. Innocentia, Superior of St. Rose's Convent of the Franciscan Sisters of the Perpetual Adoration, offered to the War Department the services of three hundred nuns as nurses.

But why go further? This is the Catholic answer to the mouthings and vaporings of bigotry, slander and vilification. It speaks not only of the horrors and sacrifice of war but of its glory. This chronicle is not for the perusal of the Guardians of Bigotry. Why appeal to an intelligence that is warped, to hearts that are attuned to malevolence and hate? They turn from it as the rabble in Pilate's courtyard shut out from sight and memory the proofs of the Saviour's divinity! Why stultify one's self by reasoning with those "courageous" knights who make war upon women; with the traducers of those angels of purity, kindness and light in a world of vice, sorrow and gloom those holy souls in a royal army selected by the King Himself to lighten the burdens of abandoned humanity-the Catholic Sisterhoods? How futile is argument with the assassins of the living and the maligners of the dead, who regard no slander too vile to besmirch the glorious name of the Catholic priesthood!

Rather should we be content that to the minds of fair men of every creed the Catholic Church is a mighty power in this country in the maintenance of law and order, the rights of property, the sanctity of the home; that it is the only organized peaceful force in the world to-day against the national dangers of Socialism, "that painted tinsel of revolutionary pantomime," and divorce. Rather would we appeal, were it necessary, to the great American spirit of justice and fair play that has dotted this fair land, the land of Barry, Carroll, Sherman, Sheridan, Meagher

and Haggerty, with monuments to the service and sacrifice of of Catholics. Blatant anti-Catholic bigotry has no place in a land that honors their memory and bids its citizens drink wisdom from the lessons of their lives. Rather would we turn to Washington's Farewell Address. Rather would we remember the inspiring words of President Wilson on receiving the bodies of the nation's defenders:

"As I stand and look at you to-day and think of those spirits that have gone from us, I know that the road is clearer for the future. These boys have shown us the way, and it is easier to walk on it because they have gone before and shown us how.

"May God grant to all of us that vision of patriotic service which here, in solemnity and grief and pride, is borne in our hearts and consciences."

Or to Vice-President Marshall's noble sentiments expressed to the parents of Francis Patrick DeLowry:

"The American people will respect his memory forever. I wish I could do more for you than tell you of the appreciation of the American people-but it was God's will."

Or to Michael Haggerty an humble and devoted son of the Church, and father of the corporal:

"To say that my boy's death by a Mexican bullet did not bring the deepest grief to me and mine would be absurd. If the time had come for him to die-and I am not one to raise that question-I am sincerely glad that he was able to die while in service for the flag and for the country. I glory in the fact that, reared as he was reared, in religion and in patriotism, he was never lax in the one or recreant in the other."

Or to the Spartan declaration of the father of Denis Joseph Lane:

"He died in a good cause and I am proud of him. proud of him. If I were thirty years younger I'd go myself."