The Newtown bee., 1901-09-20

other in the Republican party, dis
 appointed, half-witted fool aimed a blow at the one who had done him a 1 fancied wrong. It is not easy to ac- l count for the assassination of Mckin- l ley. l can as soon think of the babe
 sucking at the mothers breast rais-
 ing a tiny dagger to thurst into the heaving bosom. It is not Anarchy, it 1 is that slumbering spirit of malignity
 which dwells within the human breast | which has only to be awakened to l change one who might have been an angel into t'end incarnate. It is not a blow at one man; it is blow at the entire Nation. The cottager in his
 humble hut by the banks of the Mis- souri and the millionaire in his home of wealth on Fifth avenue feel the crushing blow. Oh, do not believe in lynch law. 1 do not believe in
 matching fiendish lawlessness with l more fiendiSh laWlessness. I believe that, in the long run, the ends of jus tice are best served by following out the orderly processes of law. But I
 would take an attempt against the life of our President out of the State Courts into the Federal Courts. I do not believe in vindictive punishment; but would make any attempt upon the life of our President punishable by lifelong, solitary confinement, a confinement so miserable that every moment would be a vulture of remorse gnawing at the vitals and the passing hours would be as helliSh spectres that danced before the wild mind of the criminal a ghastly dance of death.
 How hard it is to give President Nc Kinley up! Our hopes were running so high, it seems thousand pities to strike them down. How much easier it is now to lead good life since Pres ident Mckinley has led a good life be- fore us! How much easier it is to be kind since he has been so kind! How much easier it is to die since he has died so glOriOuSly! Great hero of the years, we will not let thee outstrip us in thy faith. ''It is not our way It is Gods way. His will be done." And, though we cannot see the reason for it, though the whole energy of our soul cries out in terrible protest, "This can- not, must not, be-" though blinded by our tears, we will yet follow thee up the steep of faith to say, 'Thy will, O God, be dOne." In his last f1uttering moments he spoke incoherently of his Canton home and his longing for rest. What rebuke he has given to the flippancy with which the marriage tie is treated! What a beautiful example he has given of the sanctity of the home and the devotedness of the twain whom God hath made one flesh! How much easier he has made it for hus- band to be loving and wife to be true. Noble soul, thou hast found thy rest, not the rest that comes by the shore of the sounding sea where the pillows as they roll utter a hoarse lullaby in their beating upon the rocks, not that rest that comes in the depths. of forest shade where the winds sigh in mourn ful cadence through the pines, but rest, deep, sweet, abiding rest in the great heart of God. Living or dying, thou shalt live forever, live in the hearts of a great people whom thou hast blest, live in the affections of those who count true manhood above price, live to enlarge thy opportunities of service and to delight in the company of the ransomed over there in the fair city of God. As star, high in glory's firma- nent, thy light shall shine when stars of lesser magnitude shall have become enshrouded in darkness and paled away.
 Forever and forever thy name shall en- dure while the name of the foul mis- creant that with red hand struck thee down shall be doomed
 ''To lie in cold oblivion and rot''