RE VER Y ON DEA TH. 113 



wisdom of years' experience stored in the gray matter 

 of cerebral cells availeth nothing. The clay the 

 matter is left behind. The living part the energy 

 passeth beyond. Like that heat which, transmitted 

 into electric power, propels a car, and then, by fric- 

 tion, passes into space, so the energy of all living 

 forms joins that sum total of all energies, which per- 

 vadeth the universe. The thoughts which man has 

 inscribed, the good which he has done to his fellow- 

 man; the ambitions, the loves, the hopes which he 

 has inspired, are left and become a part of the world's 

 wealth, for the future use of mankind. 



He who can get his pleasures during life from sim- 

 ple, common things, is the happiest, the richest. I 

 the song of bird, the habits of insects, the colors of 

 flowers and the graceful forms of leaves afford me 

 material for thought and reason, and lead to my con- 

 tentment, I am most fortunate. Then, O Mature, let 

 me be a devotee to thee while life remains! For, 

 when death calls and forgetfulness of thy charms be- 

 comes my lot 



"Thy womb once more shall shield thy child within, 

 And I shall be what I before have been, 



A part of thee, by thee caressed, 



My first beloved, my last, my best, 

 My mother, mother Nature. ' ' 



March 28, 1899. The day, hot and sultry, the 

 mercury at 82 F. at breakfast time. I don my thin- 

 nest coat, and clad only in that garb which I wear on 



