THE DEATH OF THE PRESIDENT.
Right upon the heels of the news that President McKinley would surely recover, and that the most of the physicians and statesmen had left Buffalo, came the sad and shocking report that he was lying very low, and but little hope was entertained of his recovery. He sank rapidly, the end coming at 2:15 A.M., September 14, about seven and one-half days from the time he was shot. Post-mortem examination indicates that nature had done nothing in the direction of healing the wounds, that the flesh around the course of the bullet was gangrenized and dead, and that the case was hopeless from the first. The bullet was thought by some of the physicians to have been poisoned. The walls of the stomach were pierced twice, and a portion of the kidney was shot away. The heart action was too weak for the crushing blow. William McKinley was born in Niles, O., Jan. 29, 1843. He died at the age of fifty-eight years, seven months, and fifteen days. President McKinley had no enemies. He cherished no revenges. When the mob was trampling on the man who shot him, he said to his friends who stood by, “Don't let them hurt him.” He yielded to the surgeon's knife with these words: “Thy will ‘be done on earth as it is in heaven.’” His last words were, “Let His will, not ours, be done.” And thus he died. The whole country mourns; the whole civilized world stands bowed with regret and respect. All hearts go out in sympathy to the feeble and sorely-bereaved widow, and thousands of hearts will pray that she may have the comforts of God in this sad hour. William McKinley was a worthy citizen, a good president, a loving husband, and a noble man. Funeral services were held in Buffalo, September 15, and in Washington and throughout the country, Thursday, September 19.