was never found on his knees before the altar of 



superstition. He stood erect by the tranquil column 



of Reason. He was an admirer, a lover, an adorer 



of Nature, and at the age of ninety, bowed by the 



weight of nearly a century, covered with the insignia 



of honor, loved by a nation, respected by a world, 



with kings for his servants, he laid his weary head 



upon her bosom upon the bosom of the Universal 



Mother and with her loving arms about him, sank 



into that slumber which we call Death. 



History added another name to the starry scroll of the 



immortals. 



The world is his monument ; upon the eternal granite 



of her hills he inscribed his name, and there upon 



everlasting stone his genius wrote this, the sublimest 



of truths : 



THE UNIVERSE IS GOVERNED BY LAW. 



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