The Late President

     President McKinley died at an early hour on Saturday morning, the victim of a dastardly crime by one of the vilest of villains. The most famous surgeons of the great Republic could not save the deceased and he passed away, peacefully submitting to the Divine will of his Creator, in whom he placed implicit trust. Thus another noble soul has been added to the honor list of the many who have gone before, a great nation is suddenly bereft of its greatest citizen, and a good wife of an ideal husband. In the death of William McKinley our neighbors to the south of us have been deprived of a lofty character and a wise ruler, one in whom the masses had the fullest confidence,—perhaps more so than any other since the days of Abraham Lincoln. The past week has been a painful one and the strain on the nation has been great. A vigilant watch was kept at the dying bedside by the whole civilized world until the life that ebbed so slowly but yet so surely had taken its flight. The loss of this great man is our loss as well as those of our neighbors, for exalted and noble characters like that of him who is gone are hard to find, therefore the sympathy of every Canadian goes out to them in this their sad hour of affliction.