tions under promise that they would see the Great White Father, and they had seen him just once in life and now they were at hand to do him honor in his death. They brought with them many flowers, and as they passed the bier, each murmured something in his native tongue and placed a flowery token of respect upon the coffin.
In the procession at Washington were representatives from nearly every nation on the earth,—from Europe and the British Isles, from Central and South America, from Japan and China. The President was there, and also the only living ex-President, Grover Cleveland, with national and state dignitaries of all ranks and political creeds. For the time being, all political differences and sectional feelings were blotted out, as the great masses came forward to do honor not alone to a man who had been their President, but to a man whom all loved and whom all looked up to as an older brother. From across the ocean, from countries which are scarcely known to many of us, came cablegrams full of sympathy, messages that told what a mighty monument for honor and justice William
