Following the leadership of our gallant standard bearer, that brave civilian soldier on the field of battle, that statesman without a peer, that friend of the toiling millions, that companion of every old soldier, that invincible leader of men, Major McKinley, we are advancing proudly on to the greatest political victory of modern times. In the life of Major William McKinley, we find nothing but purity and ability, bravery and compassion, and I promise you that on the fourth day of next March he will be inaugurated president of this republic; a republic whose flag, "Old Glory," the stars and stripes, floats over seas and land, peerless and without price, the emblem of power and protection to all. My friends, we must restore our protective system. Already it has accomplished wonders for the laborers of America, and its mission in behalf of prosperity and posterity has only commenced. It has enabled us to perfect a system of finance that is a marvel to all nations, and has raised our credit to a place among the first countries of the earth. It has elevated the manhood of every American citizen, dignified labor, and instilled a more universal education throughout our land than can be found in any other civilized country on the face of the globe. It has made the flag of our nation emblematical of love, liberty, protection, reciprocity, honor and all that is great and grand of human thought. Major William McKinley is our Bruce at Bannockburn in this struggle for national honor, unlimited labor and higher wages. In the golden casket of his great soul rests the immortal principles which we advocate, and in his heart burns the undying fire of love for America and American institutions. The righteousness of our cause is our strength, while he is our hope and will lead us triumphantly on to certain and splendid victory. (Applause.) But what about William Jennings Bryan? "Like a comet he rose to our vision, Like a comet he soon will depart; And 'tis certain his untimely going Will chill every popocrat's heart, In the coming cyclone of November We know his race will be run, And forever and aye, oh, let him remember, How our leader, McKinley has won." (Great Applause.) End of Project Gutenberg's Emerson on Sound Money, by Willis George Emerson