Passing of M’Kinley
Scenes at the Deathbed When the Spirit Winged Its
Buffalo, Sept. 16.—William McKinley,
25th president of the United States, died at 2:15 o’clock Saturday
morning from the effect of an assassin’s bullet.
The death of President McKinley came
in the small hours of the morning under circumstances of peculiar
weirdness. For hours he had lain unconsciously with all hope of
his survival abandoned. As early as 6 o’clock Friday night the physicians
pronounced him a dying man, and soon thereafter the rigors of approaching
death began to creep upon him. The administration of powerful stimulants
was maintained until 7 o’clock, but with no effect. It was seen
that the end was near at hand and those nearest and dearest to the
stricken president were summoned for the offices of the last farewell.
He came out of a stupor about 7 o’clock, and while his mind was
partially clear there occurred the last endearments, the last submission
of the sufferer to the will of the almighty, the last murmured expressions
from his dying lips and the last goodbyes. In this interval of consciousness
Mrs. McKinley was brought into the death chamber. The president
had asked to see her. She came and sat beside him, held his hand,
and heard from him his last words of encouragement and comfort.
Then she was led away and not again during his living hours did
she see him. The president himself fully realized that his hour
had come. He whispered feebly, “Nearer My God to Thee,” the words
of the hymn always dear to his heart. Then in faint accents he murmured,
“Good bye, all. It is God’s way. His will be done, not ours.” With
this sublime display of Christian fortitude the president soon after
lapsed into unconsciousness.