of the Edison Electric Illuminating Company of New York)

Or feast like kings till midnight, drinking deep.

He drank alone, for sorrow, and then slept,

And few there were that watched him, few that wept.

He found the gutter, lost to love and man.

Too slowly came the good Samaritan.

[John P. Altgeld. Born Dec. 30, 1847; died March 12, 1902]

Sleep softly * * * eagle forgotten * * * under the stone.

Time has its way with you there, and the clay has its own.