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.