Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1901-09-14
sATURDAY EVENING, SEPT. IA, 1901

Ere and sleep was rendered impossible
IN many. Ia o short time numbers
were on the streets reading the extras
and honest tears glistened 10 the eyes
Of hose who had sincerely hoped the
natiept would recover. Sorrow and
indignation were mingled. and as the
more pathetic parts OF the last act OF
the tragedy, describing the parting
scaoes when none but the Presidents
devoted wife was in the room with
him. we're reached the reader cnoXeu
and MIA audience became equally al
fected. Some endeavored TO s'ine
their emotions by giving vent 70
austhemss upon the murderer, while
others freely manifested their feelings
In tears. The particulars connected
with the murder Of President Mckinley
are peculiarly exasperating, and nearly
eighty millions OF people are at tnis
time crushed, sorrow.stricken aud at
times desperate whcn they realize thst
the Executive has been ruthlessly snot
down for no other reason than the fact
that he was President Of the United
States. Personally the assassin had
nothing to urge against him, but Mr..
Mckinley was ruler and belonged to
a caste obnoxious to a horde OF tiends
who would destroy all governments and
head no the world 10 anarchy. Booth
was melted to kill Lincoln by the de-
fusion that he was championing
sectional feeling, and Guiteau ex'
cused bis assassination of Garfield
on the ground of political expediency.
CzoleOsz has no interest in any political
party and he murdered Mckinley 10
the interest of anarchy only. He is
ayerse not only to absolute and limited
monaro lies, but to republics, the mild
est of all forms of government. His
creed is Identical with that OF printer
who figured among the communists oil
Paris thirty years ago. In public gath
erine 10 that city this ghoul gave vent
to the following which must have been
inspired by the Internal peers; SHOULD
/ Dy any chance 90 to heaven and hnd
the Almighty an autocrat, wouid
plant cannon in the celestial streets ana
lombard the throne eternal" Chsrac-
ters entertaining such impious principles
have been allowed to enter the United
States, and the country is now reaping
the fruits OF its thoughtlessness. But,
after all, our invsighipgs against the as
sassin and the mingling Of our tears
with those OF the heart'broken Wild
ow cannot soothe the dull cold
ear of death, nor bring to life
him whose eyes are closed 10
mundane things. President McKin-
ley has entered the eternal world
through the same avenue troddeu by
Philip of Macedon. Julius Caesar and
a hundred other rulers who have
fallen victims of assassins. There is
but one way such sad occur
rences can be viewed, and that
was expressed by the dying President
himself-"The will Of the Lord be
done"-and his humming of lines of
the beautiful hymn, "Nearer my God to
Thee" as his feet entered that river
without q bridge evidenced the fact
that he had glimpses Of the eternal
shore and the shining ones to welcome
him t. a land where there Is no more
pain, death or weeping. There is
another pathetic picture in this
particular case at the end OF
Hfe's transient dresm-a sad one
and understood fully only by those
who have passed through such
seas OF tribulation. The majori-
ty Of the people of the country
would have gone into sackcloth aad
ashes could such course have arrested
the hand OF death, and there Is doubt
less more unfeigned regret manifested
over the death of President Mckinley
than was ever shown before over Q
like calamity. But there was one to
whom be was especially dear-who ap-
precisted him in every way-and whose
sunny smiles were IS animsting as
when lovers 10 the days OF their youth
She had sighed for the time when he
should have reliu pushed official duties,
when they could pass the evening Of
their lives together free from the
isbors and anxieties OF the White House
Like o;hers since the partner of her life
was shot down she has endeavored tC
feed on hope, 10 find at last that it mus
be dashed to pieces. The consort o.
her life, who had shared her joys and
sorrows is now no more. The mani
mate form hears not her plsintive sigh'
or sobs, and the lips once responsive t.
her every wish heed not the presence o
the saddened soul as she stands ovel
the remains of one whose death hal
crushed her and cast sable mantle
over the land. Nothing can be said tC
mitigate her grief. There Is but On,
who can pour the oil of Joy into sad
dened heart, and the exclamation Of
noted Greek when he beheld hi