The Last Honors to President McKinley
It may be said quite literally that the world united in expressing
grief and in paying homage in honor of William McKinley, for solemn
services were held and marks of respect were shown in London (where
the memorial exercises at St. Paul’s and in Westminster were both
elaborate and beautiful) and in many other cities in Great Britain,
in Paris, in Berlin, in other capital cities of the Continent, in
South America, and in Asia. In this country, among all the tokens
of grief and respect, none, perhaps, was more impressive than the
total cessation for a few moments of traffic on land and water—railway
trains, steamboats, elevated cars, ferryboats, in and about New
York and in many other places came to a dead standstill; even the
usually ceaseless click of the telegraph was for once hushed; everywhere
in streets and on cars for the five minutes men were to be seen
standing silent and motionless, with bared heads. Everywhere, too,
in this land and in many others, the words of President McKinley’s
favorite hymn, quoted by him when death was imminent, were sung
with marked emotion. An account of the ceremonies on Tuesday at
the National Capital from an eye-witness will be found elsewhere.
This was the official National ceremony, but the day of interment
at Canton, Thursday, was in fact the people’s day of mourning. In
accordance with President Roosevelt’s proclamation, business was
universally suspended, and the services in the churches of every
denomination were very largely attended. Sports, races, exhibitions,
theaters, and places of amusement were all but universally closed
or postponed. A general comment was on the marked contrast between
the genuine observance of the day as one of mourning, with the Sunday-like
quiet that prevailed, and the too general non-observance or misobservance
of set and formal fast-days where that institution still prevails.
The decoration was even more extensive and elaborate than at the
time of General Garfield’s death, and from the rich and costly draping
of enormous buildings to the cheap print encircled with black calico
on some cabin on a country cross-road the impression made was that
not display or ostentation but honest sympathy promoted the act.
At Canton the population was suddenly quadrupled by the incoming
throngs. President Roosevelt, his Cabinet, and a large group of
statesmen, generals, army and navy officers, diplomats, and distinguished
friends of Mr. McKinley accompanied the funeral train from Washington.
Crowds of silent citizen-mourners stood at every station on the
way with uncovered heads. At the First Methodist Church in Canton,
after prayers at the house, the services were conducted by the pastor,
the Rev. Dr. Manchester. In the course of his address Dr. Manchester
said: “Last Sunday, after our evening service here, three men in
working clothes came into this room. They spoke only in a foreign
tongue. They knelt down there at the altar-rail before the President’s
picture, and their lips moved in prayer. The people loved him. He
kept his soul pure and white before God and man. He never disappointed
those who relied on him.” Mrs. McKinley’s physician decided that
her condition would not allow her to attend the church services,
but the people of the country rejoice that the terrible strain has
not totally broken down Mrs. McKinley’s strength and life, and that
her suffering and sorrow have not made her friends despair of her
life, as was at one time feared. A great military and civic procession
conducted the remains from the church to the grave, which lies in
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a fit memorial monument. We cannot here summarize or quote at length
from the almost numberless tributes to Mr. McKinley’s character
and worth from pulpit and press, but elsewhere in this issue of
The Outlook will be found a few representative extracts which may
well be added to those quoted last week, while attention may also
be directed to the eloquent sermon preached on this occasion by
Bishop Doane, which we are glad to be able to present in full.
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