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A mighty man has fallen, mourned
by the whole world, not only as the Chief Magistrate of a mighty
nation, but as a man. As the editor sits at his desk he can see
from his office windows hundreds of men and women who stand upon
the street corners, with bared heads and eyes glistening with unchecked
tears, listening to the tolling of the bells telling that all that
was mortal of William McKinley is being lowered into the open grave
at Canton. The spectacle is an unwonted one—causing reflections
which no pen can portray. The world moves. Other Presidents will
come and go. The duties and the cares of life will engross the living.
But throughout the lives of all that breathe the air of American
Liberty will now and again come thoughts and memories of the magnificent
homage so justly paid today over this broad land to him who sleeps
his last sleep in the heart of the Republic.
All that is resplendent in private
virtue; all that is dignified in public trust; all that is beautiful
in the sanctity of simple home life, were represented in him. In
the History of Nations it shall be written:
“A W.”
The bright star of his example shall
never grow dim. Well will it be with all of us if, in times of dread
and despondency, of sorrow and of care, we can say with him, “It
is God’s Way—His Will be Done.”
New York, Sept. 19, 1901.
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