William McKinley

     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 cost.
     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.