| Our Martyred President       The assassination of President McKinley 
              by a fiendish anarchist has stirred the American nation to a profounder 
              depth of grief than it has ever before been moved in this generation. 
              This is due to the fact that the atrocious crime was without shadow 
              of cause or reason, and to the amiable and exemplary character of 
              the victim, whose kindness, courtesy and forbearance was proverbial, 
              and whose private life, as well as every official act, was not only 
              above reproach but pure and free from every taint or stain. He was 
              not assassinated because he was William McKinley or as a result 
              of any personal or political animosities, but simply and solely 
              because he was the President of the United States, and, as such, 
              the head of the nation.This the people realized, and every 
              man, woman and child (anarchists excepted) felt a personal grief 
              and a personal loss in the untimely death of this great and good 
              man who was so basely shot down because he was our highest officer, 
              representing law and order—government—for eighty millions of intelligent, 
              prosperous and happy people.
 Hence we mourn our martyred President 
              and will ever cherish the memory of his virtues, and extend our 
              deep and sincere sympathy to his stricken and bereaved widow.
 We also mourn his as a Brother, Companion 
              and Friend, for he was one of our mystic fraternity, and we have 
              kept watch and ward with him in scenes to which the world was not 
              witness, and where the bitter enmity of war, the strife of business 
              competition, the jealousies of politics and parties, and the clash 
              of creeds and religious opinions are all laid aside and the better 
              feelings of humanity left free to develop the higher attributes 
              of the soul under the Fatherhood of God and the Brotherhood of Man. 
              His work was not finished yet his column was broken, and as the 
              laurel crown of martyrdom is placed upon his brow we bid him good 
              night but not farewell, for we know that his noble soul still lives, 
              and in due time we shall meet and greet him again. “It is God’s 
              way; His will, not ours, be done.”
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