The Seattle Republican., 1901-09-20
MARTYRED
MCKINLEY
Has been Carefully and Ten
derIy Laid to fest.

returned TO the God that gave 1t
than that Of William Mckinley, the
late martyred president of this, the
greatest republic on which the sun
ever shown. That the death Of Pres
ident Mckinley was one for wide
spread lamentation goes without say
ING, for ever since his boyhood days
he had from time to time so endear-
ed himself to his fellow men, not
only in this country, but throughout
the entire realm Of Christendom, by
his noble decide and Christian forti,
tude, wherever the public interest
was at stake ,as to cause men with
out regard to color, creed or nation
ality, to mourn for him as though
some relative near and dear to them
had been slain If the latter day gen
GRAFTON ever produced an ideal man,
if our western republic ever produc-
ed a grand, great and good citizen,
if the United States ever selected
wise man as its chief executive, if
the American people ever placed i'm
plicit confidence in any individual, !
William Mckinley was the quintesc-
cense Of them all, and in not single |
instance did he betray a trust or a /
confidence imposed in him Until |
time shall be no more the name of
William Mckinley will be a syno-
nym for honor, honestness and up
rightness. His portrait will be point
ed to with pride by the mothers Of
this and other lands as a model for
their sons, whom they hope to see
rise in the scale Of public life as did
our martyred president as an exem- =.
plar doubly worthy of emulation.
For eioht days, while the assassin's
poisoned bullet was doing It's fatal
work and the president Of the Unit
ed States lay stricken unto death
therefrom. the hearts Of the Ameri-
can people prayed one continuous
prayer. that the life Of their presi-
dent might be spared and be restor-
ed to health and happiness, that he
might continue the good work so
Characteristic Of himself, but this
was denied them. and last Saturday
he quietly passed from earth into
glory. causing every nook and corner
Of the United States to be shrouded /
in an awful mantle of mourning. It /
may be that nature has taken this
peculiar way to perpetuate the mem |
ory of our greatest and best men to
the hearts of their fellow citizens. I
by permitting them to be struck
down when in the height of their
glory and greatness, but humanity
in its weakness does not seem to see
it in that light, and it therefore
mourns for them almost without
comfort.
We are all ready and willing to
bow to the will of Him in whose |
hands the destiny Of this world is
held, but our prayer was that Nc
Kinley would be spared. Death, |
however peaceful to the departing
soul, always casts a gloom on those
left behind, and the more prominent |
the parsonage the greater the gloom
left behind, and in the death Of our
much lamented Mckinley, not only
his family and immediate acquain-
tances were left to mourn his loss,
but every American citizen, yea, the
citizens Of practically every civiliz- |
ed land, more or less mourns his |
death. AS the death chamber scenes |
were read by every American it was
done with tear dimmed eyes; as they
sat in their church pews on Sunday !
and listened to their respective pas
tors pray for him they hung their
heads and wept like unto a brother
had just passed to the great beyond. !
Few sadder Sundays were ever wit
messed in the United States than
last, and all because one of the mob
lest men Of the entire land had been !
stricken down by red handed assas-
sin without cause or prOvocation.
Goodbye, all; goodbye. It is
Gods way His will be done" The
presidents last audible words on
earth were probably quoted in every
pulpit in the United States last Sun
day. The song that gave him such
sweet consolation as life's fickering
lamp slowly grew DINNER, 'Near,
My God, to Thee" was perhaps sung
and chanted by every church congre-
CATION in the realm Of the Stars and
Stripes at some service last Sunday
Though he had been stricken down
when life seemed to him the bright
est and when he was being exaulted
by his fellow citizens on the topmost
pinnacle Of fame, yet through
out his brief sickness, pain and death
not one word Of reproach did he ut
ter against the man, who without
cause or provocation brought it all
upon him, but in his dying hours
he admonished those who wept over
him that ut is Gods way. and His
will be done" History does not re-