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             The McKinley Monuments 
                 I has been estimated 
              that within a year after McKinley’s death nearly a million dollars 
              were contributed or appropriated from public funds for the building 
              of monuments, and that within four years more memorials had been 
              erected than had been done for any other man in like space of time 
              in the history of the country and probably of the world. 
                   The first of these to be dedicated 
              was the gift of Charles H. Hackley to the city of Muskegon, Michigan. 
              The artist was Charles Henry Niehaus, who received his commission 
              from the donor six weeks after the President’s death. Mr. Niehaus 
              had the advantage of knowing the President, who had given him sittings 
              for a bust. His memorial, which took the form of an exedra, with 
              a bronze statue in the center, was unveiled on Memorial Day, 1902. 
                   Toledo, Ohio, was the first to build 
              a monument by popular subscription. Within one week the sum of fifteen 
              thousand dollars was collected from twenty-six thousand contributors. 
              Albert Weinert was the sculptor. This memorial is a bronze statue 
              representing McKinley making an address and at a moment when he 
              had paused, apparently, to allow an outburst of applause to subside. 
              It stands on a granite base, in front of the court-house. 
                   The statue at Adams, Massachusetts, 
              in front of the public library, was unveiled October 10, 1903. It 
              is the work of Augustus Lukeman, and represents the contributions 
              of many factory employees and school-children. The statue is in 
              bronze, eight feet in height, standing [389][390] 
              on a granite pedestal six feet high. It represents the President, 
              with left arm uplifted and head thrown slightly back, his right 
              hand resting on a standard, enveloped by a flag. Four bronze plates 
              on the pedestal suggest significant episodes in McKinley’s life. 
              The one on the front is a relief picture of Congressman McKinley 
              addressing the House of Representatives on his famous tariff measure. 
              Another commemorates the scene at Antietam, when the young commissary 
              sergeant brought coffee and food to the soldiers at the front. A 
              third pictures the first inauguration, and the fourth is inscribed 
              with the words from the Buffalo speech, “Let us remember that our 
              interest is in Concord, not Conflict, and that our real eminence 
              is in the Victories of Peace, not those of War.” 
                   The people of Buffalo dedicated an 
              imposing monument in Niagara Square, on the sixth anniversary, not 
              of the shooting, but of the famous speech, September 5. It is a 
              shaft of Vermont marble, rising sixty-nine feet, from a base twenty-four 
              feet high. At the four corners of the base, somewhat after the style 
              of the Nelson Monument in Trafalgar Square, London, are massive 
              sculptured lions, the work of A. Phimister Proctor. 
                   The monument in Columbus, Ohio, stands 
              in front of the Capitol, at the place where Governor McKinley always 
              paused, before entering, to wave his handkerchief to his wife, who 
              watched from the hotel opposite. It is a statue by Herman A. MacNeil, 
              flanked by two symbolic groups. It was unveiled on the fifth anniversary 
              of McKinley’s death. 
                   A beautiful statue by Philip Martinez 
              was erected in Springfield, Massachusetts. It is a bust portrait 
              in bronze, surmounting a shaft on which is sculptured a female figure 
              reaching upward with a palm branch in her hand. 
                   In McKinley Park, Chicago, there is 
              a memorial in [390][391] the form of 
              a semicircular exedra in granite, with a figure in bronze by Charles 
              J. Mulligan. 
                   Among others which should be mentioned 
              are those in Philadelphia and San Francisco and San José, California. 
                   More significant, perhaps, than any 
              of these, is the new memorial, now in process of erection in Niles, 
              Ohio, near the site of President McKinley’s birthplace, the corner-stone 
              of which was laid on the 20th of November, 1915. It will be a long, 
              low building of white marble, the central feature of which will 
              be a court of honor, corresponding with the atrium of an old Roman 
              palace, and approached through a colonnade of imposing design. As 
              in the old Pompeiian houses, the atrium is to have a pool, back 
              of which will stand a bronze statue of heroic size. The court will 
              be encircled with a peristyle of Doric columns. The right wing of 
              the building is to contain an auditorium and the left wing will 
              be used as a library and reading-room. Joseph G. Butler, Jr., a 
              former schoolmate of McKinley and a lifelong friend, is the chief 
              promoter of this memorial, the cost of which will be about three 
              hundred thousand dollars. In aid of this memorial, Congress has 
              recently (February, 1916) authorized the coinage of one hundred 
              thousand souvenir gold dollars. 
                   On July 14, 1914, a painting of McKinley, 
              presented by Mr. Butler to the Westminster Central Hall, London, 
              was unveiled with appropriate ceremonies and an address by Walter 
              H. Page, the American Ambassador. 
                   President McKinley’s well-known fondness 
              for flowers, led to another memorial of unique character. His favorite 
              flower was the carnation—deep pink in color—and he wore one habitually 
              in the button-hole of his coat. “The Carnation League of America” 
              was formed shortly after his death, with the object of encouraging 
              the general observance of his birthday by the wearing of carnations. 
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                   The Nation’s Memorial to William McKinley 
              was erected at Canton, Ohio, at a cost of about six hundred thousand 
              dollars. The contour and wide extent of the land covered by the 
              monument, with its approaches and the broad scale upon which it 
              is designed, suggest the dignity and greatness, as well as the simplicity, 
              of McKinley’s character. A mausoleum, circular in form, seventy-five 
              feet in diameter, and rising ninety-seven feet from the granite 
              platform upon which it stands, looks down from the summit of a green 
              terraced hill. The platform is a circular emplacement, one hundred 
              and seventy-eight feet in diameter, reached by a main staircase, 
              fifty feet wide, one hundred and ninety-four feet long, and broken 
              into four flights with broad landings between. On the lower edge 
              of the central landing, surmounting a marble pedestal, is a colossal 
              bronze statue of McKinley, nine feet six inches high. It is the 
              work of Charles Henry Niehaus, the sculptor of the Muskegon memorial, 
              and represents the President in the delivery of his famous Buffalo 
              speech, the artist skillfully using a photograph made at the time. 
              On the pedestal are carved the words of President Wheeler spoken 
              on the occasion of McKinley’s investiture with the degree of Doctor 
              of Laws.¹ On the reverse are the words:— 
                   T M U S. 
                   The circular interior of the mausoleum 
              is constructed of pink Milford granite. Four arched recesses, flanked 
              by engaged Doric columns, and surmounted by an entablature, form 
              the keynote of the interior decoration. In the frieze of the entablature 
              are the well-known words:— [392][393] 
                   L C C V P W. 
                   In the center of this mortuary chamber 
              are the two sarcophagi, inscribed W MK 
              and I MK. 
              They are designed to appear as two in one. Each is hewn from a single 
              block of polished dark-green granite from Vermont. They rest upon 
              a high base of polished Wisconsin granite, of a dark-maroon color, 
              surrounded by a parapet of Knoxville marble. 
                   At the foot of the great stairways 
              leading to the monument is a long basin of water, subdivided into 
              five levels, each twenty inches lower than the one above, thus producing 
              four cascades over which the water pours in curved lines. A sloping 
              grassy mound lines the basin, and on each side is a road, bordered 
              with trees, the two uniting at the foot of the steps. Thus the mausoleum 
              is seen from a distance, surmounting a green hill, through a long 
              vista between walls of foliage, the water basins seeming to be broad 
              steps connecting with the granite stairway beyond. 
                   This imposing memorial was dedicated 
              on the 30th of September, 1907. Mr. Justice Day, President of the 
              Memorial Association, opened the ceremonies by introducing the chairman 
              of the day, Andrew L. Harris, the Governor of Ohio, and later made 
              an address on the “Building of the Memorial.” The statue was then 
              unveiled by Miss Helen McKinley. President Roosevelt, the orator 
              of the day, closed the ceremonies with an eloquent eulogy of the 
              character and achievements of his predecessor, pointing out the 
              lesson of broad human sympathy taught by his career. 
                   Perhaps the most beautiful and touching 
              feature of this tribute of love and respect was the reading, by 
              James Whitcomb Riley, in musical tones and with pa- [393][394] 
              thetic fervor, of the poem which he had prepared for the occasion:²— 
             
              
                He said: “It is God’s way; 
                       His will, not ours, be done.” 
                  And o’er our land a shadow lay 
                       That darkened all the sun; 
                  The voice of jubilee 
                       That gladdened all the air 
                  Fell sudden to a quavering key 
                       Of suppliance and prayer. 
                He was our chief—our guide— 
                       Sprung of our common earth, 
                  From youth’s long struggle proved and tried 
                       To manhood’s highest worth; 
                  Through toil, he knew all needs 
                       Of all his toiling kind, 
                  The favored striver who succeeds, 
                       The one who falls behind. 
                The boy’s young faith he still 
                       Retained through years mature— 
                  The faith to labor, hand and will, 
                       Nor doubt the harvest sure— 
                  The harvest of Man’s love— 
                       A Nation’s joy that swells 
                  To heights of song, or deep whereof 
                       But sacred silence tells. 
                To him his Country seemed 
                       Even as a mother, where 
                  He rested—slept; and once he dreamed— 
                       As on her bosom there— 
                  And thrilled to hear, within 
                       That dream of her, the call 
                  Of bugles and the clang and din 
                       Of war—And o’er it all [394][395] 
                His rapt eyes caught the bright 
                       Old Banner, winging wild 
                  And beck’ning him, as to the fight 
                       When—even as a child— 
                  He awakened—And the dream 
                       Was real! And he leapt 
                  As led the proud flag through a gleam 
                       Of tears the Mother wept. 
                His was a tender hand— 
                       Even as a woman’s is— 
                  And yet as fixed, in Right’s command, 
                       As this bronze hand of his; 
                  This was the soldier brave— 
                       This was the Victor fair— 
                  This is the Hero Heaven gave 
                       To glory here—and There. 
               
             
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