The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1907-11-24
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M'KINLEYs DYING PRAYER.

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M'KINLEY'S DYING PRAYER.
I'm the afternoon of his last day on
earth the President began to realize
that his life was slipping away, and
that the efforts of science could not
save him. He asked DR.. Rixey to
! bring the surgeons in. One by one the
surgeons entered and approached the
| bedside. When they were gathered
about him the President opened his
eyes and said:
"'It is useless. gentlemen; I think
We ought to have prayer
THE dying man crossed his hands
on his breast and half closed his eyes.
There was a beautiful smile on his
countenance. The surgeons bowed their
heads. Tears streamed from the eyes
| of the Whitehead nurses on either side
of the bed. The yellow radiance of
the sun shone softly in the room.
"fOur Father, which art in heaven
said the President, in a clear, steady
voice
The lips of the surgeons moved.
Hallowed by Thy name. Thy
THE sobbing of nurse disturbed
t..
eyes and closed them again.
THY will be done in earth as It
is In heaven
"A long sigh. The sands Of life were
running swiftly. The sunlight died
out. and raindrops dashed against the
windows.
"'Give US this day our daily bread:
and forgive us our debts as we forgive
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temptation, but deliver US from evff.'
Another silence. The surgeons look
ed at the dying face and the friendly
lips.
Z" For thine is the kingdom, the pow
es. and the glory. forever. Amen
s. Amen whispered the surgeons.
James Creelman. in ''on the Great
Highway"
IN A LIGHTER VEIN.
I have heard of poor and sad con-
gregations. but the saddest preacher I
ever knew went from Posey County,
Indiana, to Pike County, Missouri,
where John Hay discovered Little
Brooches and Jim Bludsoe. He was
starving to death on donations of cat
fish, 'possum, and q hundred-dollar
salary. Finally he made up his mind
to go away. With wet eyes he stood
up in the prayer meeting TO bid good
bye to his weeping congregation.
Brothers and sisters he said, WHIP
ing his eyes on his red bandana hand
kerchief, I've called you together to-
night to say farewell. The Lord has
called me TO another place. / don't
think the Lord loves this people much,
for none of you seem to die. He does
MT seem to want you. And YOU don't
seem TO love each other, for I've never
married any of you. And / don't think
You love me, for you don't pay me- my
salary-and your donations are n1oaidy
fruit and wormy apples. BY their
fruits We shall know Them
And now brothers and sisters, I am
going TO a better place. I've. been
appointed chaplain to the penitentiary
at Joliet. Where go ye cannot come;
but / go 10 prepare place for you"
A BIT OF NEWSPAPER VERSE.
She took up one of the magazines and
glanced through it casually. but some
how it did not appeal TO the old lady,
and so she laid it down again. There
was volume Of poems richly bound in
yellum on the table by her side, and
liant knights and lovely maidens be-
witched her But soon the weight of
the book began to tire her feeble
hands.
After that, quite as a last resort, she
took up the evening paper and glanced
through it just to while away the time
She had never taken much concern in
nolitics, the latest Partisan fashion
did not interest her in the least, but
presently three little verses wedged in
between lurid account of a murder
and patent medicine advertisement
caught her eye.
The poem was Eugene Fields Lit
tie Boy Blue" and at the very first
lines of it the old lady became all at
tention:
the little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and staunch it stands,
And the little tin soldier is covered with
rust,
And his m0sket moulds in his hands.