Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1901-09-16
MOONS PHASES.
NE PRESIDENTS DBATH.


The following editorial from Satur
aay Washington Post on the death OF
our President is worth republishing, and
we give il below for the benefit of our
readers:
"our beloved President is dead. The
hopes, the almost confident expectations,
with which we entered upon the current
week have led US TO his grave. Even as
lately as three days ago the buoyant ieel-
ing prompted By the official bulletins still
possessed us. Millions Of men and
womea reioiced in what they had ac-
cep,ed as a sure promise OF his restora-
ton. Even yesterday they hoped. But
tho end is here. The shadow fades
upon the wall. And OF William Me-
Kinley, a few hours ago the greatest
ruler in the whole world, there remains
only the memory Of his abundant viz
tues and the shining record OF his honor
able achievement.
"One risks nothing in the assertion that
no President OF the United States since
the foundation OF the American Union
ever won so thoroughly the personal af'
lection Of his fellow citizens. We have
had soldiers and statesmen. patriots and
martyrs, and they have commanded our
admiration our enthusiasm, our graft
tude, our royalty But Mr.. Mckinley
had all this and mote-he had our SYM
pathes, our impulses OF iellow-ieeling,
our brotherly and filial devotion. 1t is
no small thing for Chief Magistrate,
set above 10000 900 of people, to secure
no, only the expect and confidence, but
the deep and genuine friendship of those
over whom he has been called to rule.
II is, indeed, a thing as rare as it isgreat,
for it is given only 10 such as truly love
their brethren and demonstrate it in their
daily lives. Mckinley was so deeply
rooted in the nations love, he had so
enveloped himself in popular esteem,
not even the btterest enemies of the Re-
publican party could be brought to
imagine evil in his case, no matter what
scandal might touch the organization it.
self. Whatever happened. his scutcheon
was clear and bright. Under any cir
cumstances. the peoples faith in him was
fixed.
"What indescribable pathos charac-
terizes the closing chapter of this re-
markable careerl Ten days ago he
stood erect. the figure OF a fine virtility,
full OF health and strength, his intellec-
tual powers at their zenith. He had
scarcely entered upon his second term
as President. having been reelected
under circumstances that made his sue
cess almost a national ovation. Beloved
on every hand. honcred, trusted. hailed
as the peoples friend and sympathizer;
sure OF popular support in everything
and anything he did, he was the most
enviable public man in all the world.
Today he lies IN his coffin, ready for
the tomb. Mankind will honor his
memory not less tor the splendid forti-
tude with which he met his fate than for
the triumphs he achieved in life, His
tory furnishes no nobler spectacle than
that of the stricken President, one hand
upon his breast. locking with gentle
pity at the wretch who had just wounded
him to death. History records no more
touching episode than that of Mr.. Nc
Kinley lapsing slowly into unconscious
ness and, while the surgeons waited,
whispering, Thy kingdom come; Thy
will be done. as he passed into the world
of dreams. A Christian soldier, he.
With the shadows closing round about
him, shutting out the fair vision OF an
earthly greatness without parallel upon
this globe, it was as though he heard the
Masters call. which others could not
hear, and his brave lips answered: Ad-
sunni Then came awakening, an inter
val OF hope and cheerfulness, illuminat-
ted always by that patient courage which
had ennobled the whole tragedy, and
then the daIkening valley, the weary
eyes. the final sleep.
'sNo place now Tor conventional retro
SpeCt OF Nat@atAAAuS A0t~SaS's VIC SNS
this hour to our grief. The man we
loved lies dead. the victim of crime
too diabolical for words-a crime which
stuns while it affljct US. But we know
tina, he died humoly, lovingly, without
fear He must have fancied the green
fields and heard the running brooks,
and seen ire purple changing on the
hill, TOR as he passed he murmured:
Nearer. my God, te Thee"