and reaction.  The mind of man is the most wonderful thing that we know anything about, and its secret is the secret of the universe.  Having never been happy myself, I am not a disciple of eudemonism; but I see life as struggle and change; and though I do not know what it means, I know thought will not be at rest, that hopes will not cease, and that dreams of liberty will fascinate the minds of future Lincolns and Douglases.

The masons are eating their luncheon.  I arise to go to Douglas’ tomb.  The young woman says:  “I wonder who that old man is?  He has been sitting right there all morning.”

I wonder myself who I am.  I take my way feebly up the stone steps to the grated door of the tomb.  I look through.  There lies the sarcophagus which contains the bones of Stephen A. Douglas.  There was no truer, braver man in his time, and no abler.

I put my spectacles on, for I cannot see well into the tomb.  Yes, there are the words:  “Tell my children to obey the laws and support the Constitution.”  No, I do not subscribe to that.  I believe in liberty and not law.  Douglas’ popular sovereignty was more liberty than it was law.  These words on his tomb must have been spoken by him with reference to the preservation of the Union.  At any rate I do not believe in these words.  I accept instead Walt Whitman’s admonition to the States:  “Obey little, resist much.”  What shall we obey at all, and where shall we resist?  You must decide that for yourself, or ask those about it who still have the capacity for living.

I am old.  Now I must go to luncheon and then take my afternoon nap.