death. He repeated promises he would never have fulfilled had he recovered. He said he detested sin, when he only feared it and trembled for its effects. The sorrowful wail of his widow is a lie, for she is already thinking of her becoming mourning and its effect on a possible substitute for the dead. The tears of his children are lies, for they are even now silently speculating on the terms of the will. The shameful praises of the callers are lies; the pompous funeral is a lie; the grandiloquent funeral oration is a lie, for they all attribute to the dead virtues he never had. They all give honor where honor is not due. Nay, the lie follows him to the very edge of the grave in the inscription on his tombstone; nay, into the grave in the bright breast-plate on his coffin; nay, beyond the grave, for his soul has gone to dwell forever with that liar and father of lies — the devil. Oh, would to God that such deaths were rare; that such was not the death of hundreds and thousands of Christians, of hundreds of Catholics! For as a man lives so shall he die; and since the vast majority of men daily insult their God by sin, therefore, " vengeance is Mine," saith the Lord: "and I will repay, for they shall seek Me in the hour of their need and they shall not find Me, but they shall die in their sins, for Amen, I say to you, if a man deny Me before men on earth, I will deny him before My Father who is in heaven."
Brethren, as a man lives, so shall he die. As we live, so shall we die. And judging from the lives we are leading, which of these deaths may we reasonably
