ture, there might have been many more years of scientific exploration,
pleasurable to himself and beneficial to others; and he might have
escaped that invalid life which for a long time he had to bear.
In his case, however, the penalties of invalid life had great
mitigations--mitigations such as fall to the lot of few.

"It is conceivable that the physical discomforts and mental weariness
which ill-health brings may be almost, if not quite, compensated by the
pleasurable emotions caused by unflagging attentions and sympathetic
companionship. If this ever happens, it happened in his case. All who
have known the household during these years of nursing are aware of the
unmeasured kindness he has received without ceasing. I happen to have
had special evidence of this devotion on the one side and gratitude on
the other, which I do not think I am called upon to keep to myself, but
rather to do the contrary. In a letter I received from him some
half-dozen years ago, referring, among other things, to Mrs. Tyndall's
self-sacrificing care of him, occurred this sentence: 'She has raised my
ideal of the possibilities of human nature.'"

[Illustration: ALFRED RUSSEL WALLACE]

ALFRED R. WALLACE

"Amok" is an innovation which I do not recommend. It consists in
letting go when things get too bad, and doing damage with tongue,
hands and feet. It is the tantrum carried to its logical
conclusion. I saw one instance where a henpecked husband "ran amok"
and killed or wounded seventeen people before he himself was
killed. It is the national and therefore the honorable mode of
committing suicide among the natives of Celebes, and is the
fashionable way of escaping from their difficulties. A man can not
pay, he is taken for a slave, or has gambled away his wife or child
into slavery, he sees no way of recovering what he has lost, and
becomes desperate. He will not put up with such cruel wrongs, but
will be revenged on mankind and die like a hero. He grasps his
knife, and the next moment draws out the weapon and stabs a man to
the heart. He runs on with bloody kris in his hand, stabbing every
one he meets. "Amok! Amok!" then resounds through the streets.
Spears, krises, knives, guns and clubs are brought out against him.
He rushes madly forward, kills all he can--men, women and
children--and dies, overwhelmed by numbers, amid all the excitement