Salamanca and Little Valley N. Y., September 20, 1901

A SAD DAY IN BUFFALO

FUNERAL SERVICES OF PRESIDENT MCKINLEY

Great Public Demonstration of Respect

for the Date Chief Executive.

Buffalo was a city of mourners on Sunday. The gay and flaming decorations of the Pan-American exposition gave way to the symbol of sorrow. The black drapery of the city’s streets muffled the tolling bells of the churches. Bits of crape appeared on every sleeve. The sorrow was indescribable.

The day was gray and cheerless. Heavy clouds hung over the city, at times breaking to let through a rift of sunshine, and then threatening to let loose a downpour upon the gathering multitude. The air was humid and heavy, and only a light wind from the south stirred the drooping flags and the emblems of mourning. The very elements seemed to lend fitting accompaniment to the scene of sorrow about to be enacted.

Long before the time set for the funeral services the vicinity of the Milburn house was astir with preparations. At 9 o’clock long platoons of police officers, mounted and on foot, arrived on the ground and were posted in strong details along the streets approaching the house. For a block in each direction the streets were roped off to keep back the gathering crowds.

Major-General John R. Brooke, department commander of the East, who was personally in command of all the forces participating m the escort, arrived at 10 o ’clock. With him were his aides and a half score of other officers, all in fatigue uniform with a badge of mourning on their sleeves.

The time was now approaching for the service. The tramp of the assembling military could be heard, and the walks leading up to the Milburn house began to be Iined with those who were to be assembled about the bier. Even amid the stir of assembling a solemn and awe-like silence prevailed, and the division of the escort came to their posts with silent bands. At 10:30 the military and naval detachments took their stations and awaited the time for the services to begin.

Meantime the members of the cabinet, officials high in the government service, and near friends of the martyred president began to fill the walks leading up to the entrance of the Milburn residence. They came separately and in groups, some walking while those in carriages were admitted within the roped inclosure up to the curb. Secretaries Wilson aud Hitchcock drove up together, and with bowed heads entered house. Governor Odell drove ujy with his secretary

York, and following the governor came Major-General Roc, commander of the National Guard of New York, with his staff of aides, all in full uniform. Secretary Root walked to the house with Mr. and Mrs. Sprague, at whose house he bad been a guest since first summoned to the city.

Two and two, a long line of men of dignified bearing marched up to the house—the foreign commissioners sent to the exposition, and after them the state commissioners. With the foreigners was a colonel of the Mexican army m his full uniform of black with scarlet stripes and peaked gold braided cap. The other members of the cabinet in the city, Secretary Long, Attorney-General Knox, Postmaster-General Smith, the close confidants and friends of the late chief, Senator Hanna, Judge Day, Governors Odell, Yales and Gregory, Representatives Alexander and Ryan, Major-General Brooke, E. H. Butler, H. H. Kohl sat and many others.

It was just eight minutes before the opening of the service when a covered barouche drove up to the house, bringing President Roosevelt and Mr. and Mrs. Wilcox, at whose home he was a guest. Word passed up the well-filled walk that the president had arrived and those waiting to gain entrance fell b a c k , m a k in g a narrow lane through which Mr. Roosevelt passed along to the house.

As the president passed within the house and the services were about to begin, the long Sine of soldiers and sailors swung in column of fours into Delaware avenue and formed in battalion front along the beautiful thoroughfare, opposite to the house and immediately facing it. The front of the house and the lawns had been cleared by this time, and the sweep of avenue now deserted save for the rigid, motionless ranks across from tbe house.

Within the house of death was woe unspeakable. In the drawing room to the right of the hall, as President Roosevelt entered, the dead chieftain was stretched upon his bier. His head was to the rising sun . On the noble face upturned to the Creator was written the story of the Christian forbearance with which he met bis martyrdom. "His will, not ours, be done," he had murmured when the dread messenger of death touched and summoned him. A calm and peaceful resignation not ot earth was on the marble features. Death bad emphasized the nobleness of his countenance. Only the thinness of his face bore mute testimony to the patient suffering he had endured. The family bad taken leave of their loved one before the others arrived, Mrs. McKinley, the poor, grief-crushed widow, bad be»n led into the chamber by her physician, Dr. Rixey, and had sat a while alone with him who had supported and comforted ber through ail those sweet

years of wedded life. But, though her support was gone, she had not broken down. Dry-eyed she had gazed' upon him and fondled his face. She did not seem to realize that he was dead. Then she had been led away by Dr. Rixey and had taken up her position at the head of the stairs, where she could hear the services. The friends and public associates of the dead president had all opportunity to view the remains before the service began.

The members of the cabinet bad taken their leave before the others ar rived. They remained seated beside their dead chief while the sad procession viewed the body. They were on the north side of it.

Just before 11 o'clock President Roosevelt entered, coming into the room from the rear through the library. After passing into the hall he had made his way around through the sitting room behind into the library. There was an instantaneous movement in the room as the president appeared. The procession was still passing from the south side around the head of the casket and back between it and the members of the cabinet seated at its side. Every one rose and all eyes were turned toward the president. He moved forward with the tide of t t e procession to his place at the head of the line of cabinet officers. He held himself erect, like a soldier, his left hand carrying forward his silk hat. Those who were coming toward him fell back on either side to let him pass. He paused once or twice to silently shake hands, but there was no smile to accompany his greetings. He, too, like the man deep down in his seat against the wall, who had forgotten to rise when the president of the United States entered, seemed to be restraining a great grief.

Rev. C. E. Locke, pastor of the Delaware Avenue Methodist Episcopal church, was at the door leading into the hall, a station whence his words could be beard at the head of the stairs. The signal was given and there welled out from the hall the beautiful words of "Lead, Kindly Light," sung by a quartette. It was President McKinley’s favorite hymn. Everyone within sound of the music knew it, and as the voices swelled through the house, grief-numbed hearts began to break. Half of those m tbe room put their faces in their hands to hide their scalding tears. Comptroller Dawes leaned against a bookcase and wept as only a strong bereft man ever weeps. President Roosevelt seemed 10 be swaying to and fro as if his footing was insecure.

When the singing ended the holy man lifted up his voice. He read from the word of God tbe fifteenth chapter of the First Corinthians. All had risen as he began and remained staudmg throughout the remainder of tHe service. ~on, Death, where is thy sting; oh, Grave, vhece is thy victory ?" repeated the minister, and the cast of the Madonna on the wall above his head seemed lo reach her supplicating hands uplifted above the Christ-child over toward the dead. Again the voices rose with the words of ‘‘Nearer, My God, to Thee," the very words President McKinley had repeated at the intervals of consciousness during the day of agony before he died.

As the music died away tbe pastor spoke again. "Let us pray," he said, and every head fell upon its breast. At the close of his invocation all present joined in the Lord’s prayer as the minister repeated it, President Roosevelt’s voice being audible at the back of the room. The service concluded with a simple benediction.

Then the body was born out to the waiting cortege on the brawny shoulders of eight soldiers and sailors of the republic. The cortege passed through solid walls of living humanity, bareheaded and grief stricken, to the city hall, where the body was to lie in state.

There a remarkable demonstration occurred, which proved how close the President was to the hearts of the people. Arrangements had been made to allow the public to view the body from tbe time it arrived, at about 1:30 o'clock, until about 5 o’clock. But the people were wedged into the stieeis for blocks. Two lines were formed. They extended literally for miles.

When 5 o’clock came 40,000 people had already passed and the crowds waiting below in the streets seemed undiminished. It was decided to extend the time until 7 in the evening. Then for hours longer the streets were dense with people and a constant stream flowed up ihe step-, of the broad entrance into the h,all and passed the bier. When the doors were closed at midnight it was estimated that 80,000 people viewed the remains, but thousands of disappointed ones were still in the streets.

Civil war veterans were noticeably numerous among those who came to view the remains of the late president. Apparently every old soldier within reach had donned his honorable insignia and come at any sacrifice to pay tribute to his comrade. A touching variation of this sad key came when a white haired man limped by the casket, wearing a little badge that proclaimed him an ex-confederate soldier. A typical though broken military type of tbe old south. The veteran saluted the dead and turned with dim eyes to pass out. Chance placed him beside a m m whose suit of blue and badge showed him to have been a union soldier. But they clasped hands, these old heroes, strangers apparently though they were, and as they passed the newspaper group the southerner was heard to say ; "He was our

president, too--and my son fought for him at El Caney."

The presence of a multitude of children was a noticeable feature of the procession. One little sturdy man with tattered jacket and grimy face, aged not more than et* ht, passed, leading a little sister of five or six. The little lad had a boot black’s box slung over his shoulder. H e wore a resurrected campaign button picture of tbe president with a knot of tattered black cloth. He stood on tip-toe to see the president’s face, and then tried to lift his baby sister. He was blocking the line. A kind hearted patrolman raised the little girl a minute and then the two passed. The dead had no more sincere mourners than those two children of poverty.

Oney tin girl whose dainty dress indicated the opposite side of society from the boot black, cried as if her little heart would break when her mother lifted her in her arms to see the face in the casket. " Why did they kill him, mamma ?" she sobbed as her mother led her on, and the richly dressed matron turned her face away to hide her own tears.

At 2:30 William Parker, the tall mulatto whose strong hand struck down Czolgosz too late, passed with the crowd. His dark face was working convulsively. Standing near the casket as the negro passed was Secret Service Officer Foster who was at the president’s side when the deadly shots were fired. The two exchanged one look. It was easy to see that their common thought was "if we could but have acted a little sooner."

Few of the faces of the marching thousands expressed a mere curiosity. Sadness was stamped on almost every countenance. The discomfort that the waiting people must have suffered as they stood in the pouring rain was seen clearly in the passing line. Water was literally dripping from the clothing of most of them. It formed pools on the floor until attendants had to enter and sprinkle sawdust for the safety Of the people passing on the slippery floor. Fine ladies whose costly gowns were ruined and the women of the poor whose one holiday dress was made a wreck by the downpour jostled each other in the line. AH of them, nearly, carried their ruined hats in their hands. But once inside they were unconsious of their plight. To catch a glimpse of the dead and to move quickly away with saddened faces was ample reward for ruined clothing and hours of discomfort.

BUTTER AND CHEESE IN NEW YORK.

Market Steady and Prices Same as Previous Week,

Butter—Receipts for the week, 36,802 pkgs; exports, 600 pkgs.

There was a fair current of business through the week, with motion enough to keep the stock of finest fresh creamery fairly well distributed through regular channels at about last week’s prices. New York state dairy continues in very light supply, and finest quality is wanted at full prices; some sales this week of selections at 20c, and fair to fine lots at 15@18c. Ladle butter is quiet. One sale of freezer goods reported at 2½c.

We quote: Creamery, fresh, extra 20½, medium 19@20, poor 15@18 Creamery, freezer, extra 20@20½, medium 18½@19, poor 15@17. Dairy, extra 19½@20, medium i6@18 , poor 13@15. Ladle butter, extra 15, medium 14@14½ , poor 12@13.

Cheese—Receipts for the week, 32,946 boxes; exports, 95 700 boxes.

Some export buying at the close of the week caused by better feeling, and we note sales of large cheese at 8⁷/₈ @ 9c; at the close tbe latter price was freely offered without finding sellers. Small cheese had better inquiry and receipts were well cleared at 9¼@9⁵/₈c. Gocd demand for the best marks light skims at quotations.

We quote : Full cream, small, extra 9⁵/₈, medium 9@9½ poor 7@8. Full cream, large, extra 9@9¼ medium 8¼@8¾ , poor 7@8. Part skimmed, extra 8½@¾, medium 6@7, poor 4@5. Skimmed cheese, poor 2@4.

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