The Death of the President
When President McKinley was struck
down by the cowardly assasin [sic] the whole earth wept and
the sun hid its face. When finally his gentle spirit took its flight
the veil of national and religious prejudices was rent in twain
long enough for prince and pope to utter sympathy and murmer [sic]
prayer for the welfare of his soul. The manhood of the average American
will not permit him, even in imagination, to descend to the murky
depths in which must grovel so vile a reptile as he who assaulted
our chief magistrate. In a time of prosperity, of political peace,
of moral and material advancement; So [sic] kindly a soul,
so pure a man, so loving a husband, so conscientious a statesman,
the arch fiends of hell must already gloat in anticipation of the
fires of agony and remorse in store for the murderer.
The homeopathic profession will always
hold in pleasant remembrance the graciousness of President McKinley
at the monument exercises and at the public reception given to the
Institute in Washington. They will regret also that the skill of
the surgeon in his last illness had not been backed up by the sure
remedies of Samuel Hahnemann.
Now that the story of his sufferings
has been told and the autopsy has shown wherein the surgeons failed
we cannot agree that his case was hopeless. It seems strange that
at the time of the operation no attempt was made to follow the course
of the bullet, and if impossible to extract it, as it appears to
have been, to make at least a reasonable guess as to what other
organs beside the stomach had been injured. Strange, too, it seems
if the kidney was so badly wounded that some one of the scientific
tests applied in such profusion did not indicate it. Was it over
confidence [sic] or ignorance on the part of those in charge that
led them to issue statement after statement, declaring the distinguished
patient was doing so well, when all the time his rapid pulse showed
a sympathetic nervous system staggering under a death blow? The
gangrene found after death would not have occurred in a man whose
sympathetic ganglia had not been knocked down and failed to rise
again. It is pos-  sible
that suppuration might have taken place in the track of the wound
in any one [sic], but supperration [sic] would not have killed so
soon. Plainly it was his circulation that was at fault, and his
circulation was that of a weak man without vitality, and a wounded
nervous system. Would that the surgeons had recognized it and had
called upon a deciple [sic] of Hahnemann to have furnished the remedy!
The suggestion has been seriously
made that the bullet which remained in the body of the President
had been poisoned and had in that way been responsible for his death.
There is no evidence whatever that such was the case. Had the poison
been on the bullet in large doses, death would have resulted quickly.
Smaller doses might have so weakened him at first that recovery
could not have taken place because of previous exhaustion. Of course
the inevitable germ has been thust [sic] to the front and is now
claiming the right to be heard. He escaped scorching when the powder
exploded, he hung on tight while passing through the President’s
clothes and invited others to come with him. Once lodged in the
tissues, he immediately set to work to produce gangrene—so his advocates
say. This, of course, is according to the approved theories of to-day.
Where, though, does the personal equation, the President’s vitality
come in? what [sic] were the leucocytes doing? What had become of
the vis medicatrix naturae?