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wants were few and envy and jealousy seem to have bee left 
@ut of his nature. He was not unhappy over the larger ex- 
penditure of his neighbors, except because of its sometime 
wastefulness when done for show. Had he been more agres- 
sive he doubtless might have made money by his knowledge 
of geology, but scientists rarely become rich, even when they 
give themselves to the work of invention. 
He was an ideal expert witness in court, for he was so 
fair and candid, so amazing in his information, and so evi- 
dently free from any impulse to air his knowledge, that judge 
and jury always believed his testimony. 
His public scientific lectures were masterpieces in -ub- 
stance and style. The test of their perfection was the fact 
that those who heard them usually absorbed their substance 
and remembered them as a precious intellectual experience. 
He was apparently emotion-blind to every sentiment of 
egoism and conceit. He did not care to be  lionized or 
paraded; he was too great to need such attentions. He 
even shunned having his photograph taken, and the best pic- 
ture of him had to be secured by a ruse. While he walked 
daily among men no one of whom was his peer in mentali- 
ty or equipment, he never betrayed to even his friends by word 
or manner that he was conscious of his superiority. He was 
unselfish and unworldly, and in spirit, as guileless and exalted 
as the man of Nazareth. World famous as a man of science, 
the recipient of honors from the most famous of men, from 
governments and: educational institutions throughout the 
world, he carried them all so modestly and quietly that his 
neighbors hardly knew of them. 
The purity of his personal and domestic life, his devotion 
to his own, and especially to his invalid wife, made an exam- 
ple for men and angels, for there has been nothing finer this 
side of the stars. The great truth became incarnate in him 
early that only in a life of unselfish service for others is there 
perfect peace. That life he lived ideally to the end, and it 
found him the joy that belongs to the saints. For him there 
was no far pilgrimage in search of the Holy Grail, either 
for body or soul. He knew it was within his reach every hour, 
and he daily laid his hand upon it, was glad and unafraid. No 
specific act or uttered formula for the safety of his soul ever- 
