him utter a word his wife or mother might not have heard;
I never heard him speak evil of any man." Take him when stricken down
by an assassin, hear him say: "Let no man harm him; let the law take
its course; good-bye to all; God's will be done," and in his last
conscious moments chanting "Nearer my God to Thee," and you have one
of the most touching stories of this old world. All honor to our
martyred president, William McKinley.

What a shame that in a land whose constitution guarantees life,
liberty and the pursuit of happiness to the humblest citizen, the life
of its chief executive is not safe, though guarded by detectives and
surrounded by devoted friends. Until the country is rid of organized
anarchy it would be well to abandon free-for-all hand-shaking.

When Senator Hoar made his speech in the United States Senate against
anarchy he said: "It would be well if the nations of the earth would
combine together, purchase an island in the sea, place all anarchists
on that island, and let them run a government of their own." An
Irishman said: "I'm not in favor of any sich thing; I am in favor of
gathering thim up all right, takin' thim out in the middle of the
ocean, dumpin' them out, and letin' thim find their own island."

Out of the personal liberty league, which is but another form of
anarchy, came the man who in an address a few years ago said: "This
republic is our hunting ground and the American Sabbath shall be our
hunting day. Down with the American Sabbath!"

It has been well said: "The Sabbath is the window of our week, the
sky-light of our souls, opened by divine law and love, up through the
murk and cloud and turmoil of earthly life to the divine life above."
Whoever would destroy the Sabbath day is undermining the republic, and
any man who does not like the restrictions of our Sabbath, can find a
vessel leaving our ports about every day in the year. He can take
passage any day he chooses, and as the vessel steams out we can afford
to sing, "Praise God from whom all blessings flow."

Another move of the searchlight and we have The Expansion Problem.

Yonder in the Philippine Islands are seventy different tribes,
speaking many languages. How to mold them into one common whole, loyal
to one flag is a mighty problem; and yet I am one of those who believe
God intends this American republic shall be a standard-bearer of
civilization to the darkest corners of the earth. I do not mean by
this that I advoc