Requiescat in Pace
It is now solemnly recorded in the history of events of the month
of September, 1901, that a noble son of these United States has
passed the boundaries of this life. Not only was he a scion of liberty,
but he was the noblest of them all, in that he suffered the pangs
of martydom [sic] at the hands of a representative of the
enemies of organized society, that the nation might be purged from
the horrible doctrines promulgated by a sect which will stoop to
the most cruel crimes to tear down the existing forms of govment
[sic], and will not offer any substitute to take their place.
That the devilish ideas of the anarchist have been allowed too long
to flourish, not only in America, but in Continental Europe, is
but too self-evident, but the death of President William McKinley,
our beloved idol, has but freshened, with great force, the knowledge
that anarchy is rampant throughout the civilized world, and that
its advocates but await an opportunity to plunge the dagger or speed
the leaden bullet into the vitals of any representative of a righteous
government. Words are inadequate to depict the horror of such acts.
But President McKinley is dead, for he breathed his last in the
early morning of Saturday, September 14, 1901. May he rest in peace.