This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1912 edition. Excerpt: ...of bodily powers. Why, then, is my soul more luminous when my bodily powers begin to fail? Winter is on my head but eternal spring is in my heart. I breathe at this hour the fragrance of the lilacs, the violets, and roses as at 20 years. The nearer I approach the end the plainer I hear around me the immortal symphonies of the worlds which invite me. It is marvelous yet simple. It is a fairy tale and it is history. For half a century I have been writing my thoughts in prose and in verse; history, philosophy, drama, romance, tradition, satire, ode, and song; I have tried all. But I feel that I have not said the thousandth part of what is in me. When I go down to the grave I can say, like many others, "I have finished my day's "work." But I can not say I have finished my life. My day's work will begin again the next morning. The tomb is not a blind alley, it is a thoroughfare. It closes on the twilight, it opens on the dawn. May we not cherish the hope that Charles J. Hughes, Jr., having fully met and discharged the duties and obligations of this life, whether as son, husband, parent, friend, citizen, patriot, or statesman, only finished his day's work here on Wednesday, January 11, 1911, and that his day's work began again the next morning in another world, freed from the limitations and disappointments and sorrows of this life. Address Of Mr. Smith, Of Iowa Mr. Speaker: It is not for me to go into the history of Senator Hughes and his public service; neither shall I enter into any detailed analysis of his talents or characteristics. These subjects are properly left to the Representatives of those States, one of which was honored by giving him birth and the other of which was honored by granting him his commission to the Senate. I shall...