| Address on Behalf of the Republicans of the Senate  Mr. Chairman:      A Roman Senator once 
              said of that greatest of all great Romans, “There can be no fitting 
              tribute to Cæsar; rather Cæsar is Rome’s tribute to the progress 
              of the world.” In a like vein, there is no fitting tribute to noble 
              William McKinley, other than the enduring love of the American people; 
              for he was Ohio’s offering of her most precious jewel to enrich 
              a priceless tribute to new world progress.Nobility of manhood lives in the loving 
              warmth of devoted human hearts; statesmanship is ineffaceably written 
              in the pages of enduring history, lighting human pathways as unerringly 
              as the fixed stars. There are a score of gateways to the foothills 
              that must first be climbed to ascend to the mountain heights of 
              real statesmanship. William McKinley began the ascent, favored neither 
              by fortune nor circumstance, but it was not long until he won his 
              way to congress and there grew to national acquaintance as the most 
              consummate of politicians. He grew because he was honest. If he 
              left no other heritage to a loving, worshiping republic, his fame 
              would still endure as the highest type of the honest politician. 
              He grew because he was sincere and imparted his sincerity. He grew 
              because he had faith in the everlasting rocks of the republic and 
              builded his temple of state-craft accordingly. He grew because he 
              was courteous, considerate and manly in all things. He grew because 
              he was self-poised and had those attributes of sober-mindedness, 
              deep thoughtfulness and honorable purpose which enlisted an abiding 
              confidence. There has been no other figure in American politics 
              of such strong, uninterrupted growth. His was no meteoric outburst 
              on the political horizon. Nothing sensational or spectacular introduced 
              him to [79][80] national fame and endearment. 
              He won his way himself and alone, steadily and with ever increasing 
              certainty, to the very hearts of his fellow countrymen, by the sheer 
              force of merit and his manly stand for his own high conception of 
              Americanism.
 He bore aloft the banner of American 
              industry. He believed in it more earnestly than Clay, and preached 
              it with more fervor than Blaine. No one could stand before his splendid 
              presence, look into his intensely earnest eyes and hear his eloquent 
              voice in argument without the deep conviction that he proclaimed 
              the doctrine of a worthy national cause. He was the highest exponent 
              of protection and its accredited leader. It made him the man for 
              the hour in 1896, when he bore forward and aloft the banner of hope 
              and the light of promise in a period of paralyzing discouragement, 
              disaster and despair. His stalwart Americanism and his honest promise 
              of relief rifted the darkening clouds; his unerring devotion to 
              principle and his matchless sincerity of purpose won a national 
              confidence. Until then he was the master politician, but he became 
              President with all the habiliments of statesmanship. Responsibility 
              and opportunity developed the reserve power of a trained and honest 
              mind, they inspired a stalwart manhood which stands unrivalled in 
              all the portrayal of world-history, and William McKinley stood out 
              grandly as a diplomat, as a constructionist and expansionist, the 
              first among statesmen, as the inspired apostle of new world liberty 
              and the emancipator of the oppressed far across the seas. He unsheathed 
              the sword for the first time in all history in behalf of humanity, 
              and unfurled the flag to put new stars of glory there. He piloted 
              the dear old ship of state out of the narrow harbor where the excusable 
              anxiety of our forefathers had anchored it and pointed its prow 
              heavenward on the great unmeasured sea of destiny. But he ran not 
              to rashness and unconcern. A simple man of the people, believing 
              in them and confiding in them, putting his ear to the ground to 
              make sure that the hearts of his fellow-countrymen were in accord 
              with his own high conception of the God-given mission of the republic, 
              he walked unfalteringly on, in the light of conscience and faith 
              in the omnipotent God, and led safely to a [80][81] 
              broadened civilization and left us a citizenship never equalled 
              before. Yet his lofty mind was not fixed on new glories in distant 
              lands at the cost of neglect of the imperishable sisterhood of states. 
              He had a true soldier’s knowledge of the gaping wounds of civil 
              strife, and the statesman’s skill to heal them. With a kindly courtesy 
              and generous consideration which enobled his character, with the 
              tact of a diplomat and the sympathy of a fellow-countryman, he annointed 
              with the soothing love of an understanding fellowship the aching 
              wound left by the immortal Lincoln in his heroic rescue of the union, 
              and planted a new standard of patriotism there. He pierced the pride 
              of a defiant South, understood her people and made them understand 
              him, then welded anew the henceforth and forever indissoluble ties 
              of the union.
 If, in the crowning wreaths of immortality, 
              there is separate bloom for every noble achievement, then the angel 
              of the South will place on William McKinley’s brow the richest garland 
              that has blossomed there.
 Great in life, he was heroic in the 
              face of the eternal, and looking calmly out on the great sea of 
              the unknown, face to face with a fate so bitter that it wrung the 
              hearts of all civilization, he was the martyr Christian, who yielded 
              the life spark of a great, manly heart to light the beacon fires 
              that point the way to a life eternal.
 Who shall say, who can know but that 
              an inscrutable providence shall make his martyrdom rich in fruit 
              to the nation he loved so well?
 In death he burned the impress of 
              his character deep into the soul of the republic and gave a warning, 
              aye, a warning that will be heeded, of a deadly viper nursing at 
              the breast of liberty, which would aim its killing blow at the government 
              itself. William McKinley’s martyrdom will not have been in vain 
              when cursed, hateful, cowardly, damnable anarchy is crushed under 
              the heel of the republic. More, it will not be in vain, if we emulate 
              him, making real a citizenship free from party aspersion, political 
              devotion without denunciation, and party zeal without belittlement 
              of official character. Honest, earnest emulation of so admirable 
              an example is living proof that we respected him first, we honored 
              him most, we loved him best.
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