The funeral of the late Captain George Murray, Superintendent of the Shang! Tug Association, took place on Saturday afternoon, and was very largely attended. The deceased was very well known by all classes of the mercantile marine, the position he held bringing him constantly in contact with all ranks of those connected with shipping matters at this port, by on and all of whom his familiar face will be greatly missed. In his public capacity he was an able, energetic and trustworthy. man, and to him is due much of the success that at many difficult and perplexing junctures has attended the Association of which he was Superintendent. In private life, and by those serving under him he was held in high esteem; kind and generous-hoaried, his actions were more often manifested by deeds than words. Perhaps it is not trenching too much on his inner life to mention the practical way in which he showed his regard for his deceased friend Captain Ryder, having become father to the four little ones he left behind him. Captain Murray had not been particularly well for some time past; in fact his most intimate friends had noticed a marked change since the death of his wife, but nothing of a serious nature was apprehended. His medical attendant had, however, recommended a trip ome and things were arranged for his leaving before the summer. early part of the past week he complained of uneasy sensations, and kept his room in consequence for a while. On Thureday morning shortly after giving some orders for the day connected with his business, ho was seized with a fit of an apoplectic nature, and notwithstanding all that meical science could do, passed away in the evening, having shown scarcely an; sizn of consciousness in the interval. The Rev. W. L. Groves conducted the faneral. The cetin, which was covered with lovely wreaths of natural flowers, was borne by six of the senior members of the staff of the Tug Association, Before closing Mr. Groves ave a short address, the purport of which was an earnest appeal to all standing round the open grave of him they had known so well to hear the trumpet-voice which, as it were, issued therefrom, urging one and all to prepare to meet their God. He whose romains lay there, had been summoned in an awfully sudden manner from their midst, One half hour talking as easily as any one there might do,—the next, speechless for over. fo us who remain, surely his voice speaks with thunder-like power. For who can tell, said the preacher, but what our end may be as sudden as unexpected as was his, and our opportunity to prepare for the future may bo.as brief; that fature, too, of whose couditions we know so little,*but of which he now knows everything," It did not ronite him nor even the Bible to tell them, that only those who lived good lives could expect real happiness and peace of mind here or hereafter, Reason, and their consciences, unless hardened' by long conjuanee in evil courses, told then that, He Ley ced them therefore to ask for forgiveness for their from Jesus Christ who could alone grant it them. Thus prepared, it would matter comparatively little when or how death came, for they would be ready to meet it and to enter upon a further stage of being shen the present one was over. For this life is but one link in that long. chain ity of which is as the future scious past.—The address was listened to with much attention, and appeared to be felt more deeply even than the words of our beautiful Burial Service, which have become painfully familiar to old residents here by the frequency with which they have Heard them used over friends yone from us, Captain Murray was a widower he leaves five children,
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