emotional heart, there was never revealed one defect, and in his advancing age it re mained as simple, pure, true and ardent as in youth. He left surviving a widow, who had been in its highest meaning a life partner, three sons and a daughter, these to be necessarily somewhat handicapped in after life by the greatness of their sire. The loss of a beloved daughter not many months previously had, through even pious grief, doubtless affected his invalided heart. I have never attended, except at a requiem mass in the Roman Apostolic church, a more solemn and affecting funeral service than was celebrated in Trinity church over his bier. Perfunctorily named mourners were around it; but every lawyer-comrade, or client or citizen brought to the church by sincere respect — and even from the busy life of Wall street which the church confronts
— were each and all the real mourners. Lov ing regret was upon every face throughout the sorrowing concourse as the tremulous voice of Dr. Morgan Dix was heard at the al tar; one and all realized the loss of a beloved lay comrade. The church, situate at the head of Wall street, was appropriate for the obse quies of one whose professional offices had during half a century held location at the bottom of that street — a location which in all business changes he clung to, for in no sphere of life did he ever exhibit caprice, and when once any liking was formed it was never lightly surrendered. Tenacity of pur pose in moral, or merely worldly and pro fessional affairs, was his habit. A Tennysonian line that might be fittingly placed on the tomb of Stephen P. Nash reads "Who battled for the True, the Just."
