The Nation Mourns

     The President of the United States, one of Nature’s noblemen, stricken by an assassin, is dead. The whole Nation mourns the loss of a great and good man.
     Mr. McKinley was probably the most popular President the Nation has had. The grief of the people is deep and universal.
     The awful crime was without a shadow of reason. In execrating the cowardly assassin, let it be confessed with shame and humiliation that anarchy has been tolerated, in the slums of cities, and in the columns of yellow journals. The murderer, with the unpronounceable Polish name, is scarcely more guilty than the wretched writers who taught him lies.