The revered chief has been laid in
the silent grave. The nation’s leader has been rested in the pitiless
tomb. The chief magistrate sleeps, with patriarchs and babes, with
monarchs and beggars. Peace to his memory!
Our reverence has been shown to the
dead, our respect and sympathy to the living partner of his joys
and duties. The nation’s tribute and God’s never-failing support
should help her to bear her burden of grief. Sad and desolate is
her lot, but cheered and brightened by the respect of the world
and the assurance of a Father’s help.
In another place we have humbly attempted
to pay our meed of honor to the memory of the late President. Our
feeble effort but weakly expresses our sentiments of horror for
the crime, and respect for the victim. The third person of a sacred
trinity of myrtrs [sic], McKinley has earned immortality at a terrible
The nefarious deed has shocked the
moral sensibilities of the nation. The wicked onslaught on an unoffending
and defenceless leader of men makes anarchism loom up among the
demons of destruction. With this issue as a theory, creed or active
policy, we have utterly no sympathy. We loathe and abhor it as a
political doctrine revelling [sic] in the slaughter of innocents.
Its weakness is manifest from the fact that it seeks the cloak of
friendship to hide the gun of the assassin.
The nation is called upon to deal
with this destructive force. Stringent repressive political enactments
should be introduced to make anarchism less likely to rear its python
head. But as a nation we should endeavor to nullify the possibilities
of anarchism by lives devoted to justice, mercy and humility.