Publication information |
Source: William McKinley: Character Sketches of America’s Martyred Chieftain Source type: book Document type: public address Document title: “Addresses” Author(s): Cleveland, Grover Compiler(s): Benedict, Charles E. Publisher: Blanchard Press Place of publication: New York, New York Year of publication: [1901?] Pagination: 190-93 |
Citation |
Cleveland, Grover. “Addresses.” William McKinley: Character Sketches of America’s Martyred Chieftain. Comp. Charles E. Benedict. New York: Blanchard Press, [1901?]: pp. 190-93. |
Transcription |
full text of address; excerpt of book |
Keywords |
Grover Cleveland (public addresses); William McKinley (memorial addresses); William McKinley; McKinley assassination (lessons learned); anarchism (personal response); William McKinley (presidential character). |
Named persons |
Grover Cleveland; William McKinley. |
Notes |
Title herein taken from table of contents.
On page 190: The Hon. Grover Cleveland.
From title page: William McKinley: Character Sketches of America’s
Martyred Chieftain; Sermons and Addresses Delivered by the Pastor of St.
James M. E. Church, Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, N. Y., and Addresses by Brooklyn
Pastors and Other Prominent Ministers and Laymen, Portraying the Character
of Our Late Lamented President.
From title page: Compiled by Charles E. Benedict. |
Document |
Addresses
To-day the grave closes over the
man who was but lately chosen by the people of the United States to represent
their sovereignty, to protect and defend their constitution, to faithfully execute
the laws made for their welfare and to safely keep and uphold the integrity
of the republic. His term is closed—not by the lapse of time, but by the tragedy
of assassination. He passes from the sight of the public—not joyfully bearing
the wreaths and garlands of his countrymen’s approving acclaim, but amid the
sobs and tears of a mourning nation. He has gone to his home—not the habitation
of earthly peace and quiet, bright domestic joy and comfort, but to the dark
and narrow house appointed for all the sons of men, there to rest until the
morning light of the resurrection shall gleam in the East.
The whole nation loved their late
President. His kindly disposition and affectionate traits, his amiable consideration
for all about him will long remain in the hearts of his countrymen. He loved
them in return with such patriotism and unselfishness that in this hour of their
grief and humiliation he would say to them, “It is God’s will; I am content.
If there is a lesson in my life or death, let it be taught to those who still
live and have the destiny of their country in their keeping.” Let us, then,
as our dead is buried out of our sight, seek for the lessons and admonitions
that are suggested by the life and death that constitutes our theme.
First in my mind are the lessons to be
learned by the young men who make up the student body of our university. These
lessons are not obscure nor difficult. They teach the value of study and mental
training, but they teach much more impressively that the road to usefulness
and to the only success worth having will be missed or lost, except it is sought
and kept by the light of those qualities of heart which it is sometimes sup-
[190][191] posed may be safely neglected in university
surroundings. This is a great mistake. Study, and study hard. But never let
the thought enter your mind that study alone or the greatest accumulation of
learning alone will lead you to the heights of usefulness and success.
The man who is universally mourned
to-day acquired the highest distinction which his great country can confer on
any man; and he lived a useful life. He was not deficient in education; but
with all you will hear of his grand career and his services to his country and
his fellow citizens, you will never hear that either the high place he reached
or what he accomplished was due entirely to his education. But you will instead
constantly hear, as accounting for his great success, that he was obedient and
affectionate as a son, patriotic and faithful as a soldier, honest and upright
as a citizen, tender and dutiful as a husband, and truthful, generous, unselfish,
moral and clean in every relation of life.
He never thought any of these things
too weak for his manhood. Make no mistake. He was a most distinguished man—a
great man—a useful man—who became distinguished, great and useful because he
had and retained unimpaired qualities of heart, which I fear university students
sometimes feel like keeping in the background or abandoning.
There is a most serious lesson for
all of us in the tragedy of our late President’s death. The shock of it is so
great that it is hard for us at this time to read the lesson calmly. We can
hardly fail to see, however, behind the bloody deed of the assassin, horrible
figures and forces from which it will not do to turn away. If we are to escape
further attack upon our peace and security, we must boldly and constantly grapple
with the monster anarchy. It is not a thing that we can safely leave to be dealt
with by party or partisanship. Nothing can guarantee us against its menace except
the teachings and practice of the best citizenship, the exposure of the ends
and aims of the gospel of discontent and hatred of social order, and the brave
enactment and execution of repressive laws.
Our universities and colleges cannot refuse
to join in the battle against the tendencies of anarchy. Their help in discouraging
and warning against the relationship be- [191][192]
tween vicious counsel and deeds of blood, and their steadying influence upon
the elements of unrest, cannot fail to be of inestimable value.
By the memory of our murdered President,
let us strive to cultivate and preserve the qualities that made him great and
useful, and let us determine to meet the call of patriotic duty in every time
of our country’s danger or need.
.
The Hon. Grover Cleveland addressed
his hearers at a public memorial service in the First Church, Princeton, as
follows:
My Friends: I cannot refrain from
saying a word this afternoon, but it must be only a word. The death of our lamented
President and the solemnities that followed it have especially touched me. I
not only sustain my full share of the grief which is common to all my fellow-citizens,
but it seems to me that I have been brought within a more inner circle of relationship
to these things exclusively my own. I recall with sharp distinctness when our
dead President came from his home to receive on a surrender from my own hands
the great office to which he had been elected. I remember the pleasant social
meetings we had together and the technical formalities that passed between us
at the time; and I remember how through it all the incoming President in his
amiable manner manifested his serious appreciation of the responsibilities he
was about to assume. An incident, which is interesting now, occurred on our
way to the Capitol, where he was to take the oath of office. As we sat side
by side amid the cheers of many thousands of his rejoicing fellow-citizens and
friends, while he acknowledged these hearty greetings in the most friendly manner,
he wore the sober expression that plainly showed his thoughts were on the solemn
things that awaited him. I shall never forget his manner When he turned to me
and said: “What an impressive thing it is to assume tremendous responsibilities.”
I have always thought since, that I was in possession of the key to his manner
of administration.
I recall our parting at the White House
on our return there from the inauguration ceremonies and the [192][193]
exchange of hearty good wishes for each other—he, the President, and I, the
private citizen. As I held his hand and wished for him the greatest possible
measure of success, I added: “And I hope, Mr. President, when your term ends
you will not have all the reasons that I now have to welcome retirement.”
Hardly more than forty-eight hours
ago I went to Washington again and, for the first time since I went with Mr.
McKinley, I again visited the Capitol building. Again my presence was related
to him, but my way there was lined with quiet, sad, weeping men and women, and
when I arrived I stood by his coffin. He had met the responsibilities he so
keenly realized when we went there together. The manner in which he had met
and borne them had been known to God and approved by his fellow countrymen,
and his accounts had been submitted to God for final audit. As the incidents
of the time when I saw him assume these responsibilities crowded into my mind,
the thought came upon me with tremendous impressiveness that I had seen and
been related in a most intimate way to the beginning of a distinguished presidential
career of which the end was before me in death—death with honor and death without
fear of the judgement seat of God. What is there left behind for our people
by the President we mourn? He has left us a priceless gift in his example of
a useful and pure life, of his fidelity to public trust, and his demonstration
of the value of the kindly virtues that not only ennoble mankind, but lead to
success. It is for us who remain to enforce this example and make it a saving
influence for good in all our progress as a nation and in every vicissitude
that awaits our future.
We are in church to-day; and the
churches throughout the land are open to memorial services. These services should
be but the beginning of more strenuous exertions on the part of our churches
to arouse our people to their obligations in the fulfillment of every civic
duty and to the enforcement of the fact that the laws of God, if kept and obeyed,
are sufficient for all our needs and vicissitudes. God still lives and reigns,
and He will not turn His face from us, who have always been objects of His kindness
and love.