Twenty-two years ago I was anxious to die, aye even by my own hand. I
thought that there was nothing to live for at that time. But the
beautiful teachings of the great Sagewoman awakened new ideas of
responsibility within me, and now I can see that the grandest thing
within the reach of a human being is to live; live as long as nature
will allow; live for others.
Natural Law teaches that it is idiotic to pray, and I believe that
prayer is a form of insanity, but were I to pray, which I profess I have
no idea of doing, my one request of the Creator would be that I might
live out my life, in order to spread the principles of Natural Law to
the furthermost corners of the earth; or, that I might be born again in
a well-constructed body, with a mind capable of grasping nature's ideas
in their entirety, and interpreting them to my fellow men in a way that
could not be misunderstood. If the Creator would grant me this request,
and I could have the ability and the power to change the conditions of
the earth to those existing in Sageland before the Catastrophe, I would
gladly give in exchange for the privilege, my eternal soul as a
sacrifice, and take upon myself everlastingly, all of the misery,
suffering, and torture now inflicted upon the rest of mankind.
Good-bye, dear reader, and may your soul always guide you.
END OF JOHN CONVERT'S WORK.
Epilogue on following pages.
EPILOGUE
FROM THE NEW YORK DAILY (Special Despatch:)
"SING SING, N. Y., 11 A.
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