ing the missing volumes. Within twenty-four hours the books came home. One day while handling some article, he twice let it fall accidentally to the floor. Upon picking it up for the second time, he was heard to say : " Gravity seems to have a spite against me." Soon after rooms in the new post-office building at Philadelphia had been got ready for the United States Courts, Mr. Justice Bradley went to that city to hold a term of court. Upon entering the building he was accosted by one of the janitors, who, taking him for a casual visitor, assumed to show him over the various floors. The stranger appeared to be interested in what he was permitted to see. When they had come to a finely furnished room, just off from the court-room, he inquired of the guide what room it was. "Oh, this is for the judges; but they have n't arrived yet." Laying aside his umbrella, and taking off his hat and coat, he quietly remarked : " One of them has." In the library chamber where the Justice prepared his opinions are evidences of his taste for mechanics, such as a locker for tools; and a variety of handy tools were even kept in the drawer of his writing-desk. Here order and method prevailed. To this room he would retire to study and to write far into the night. But no matter how late he worked, he invariably rose at six o'clock in the morning, — a habit that he adopted when a young man, and rigorously pursued all his life. Of late years upon rising he would make himself a cup of coffee and boil an egg, and then set to work. He preferred to do his own copying and writing; and rarely employed a private secretary. In the day time his little grandchildren would run in and out of this room, sure of a kindly wel come; nor did their presence disturb him, for he loved to have them near, and they were equally devoted to him.
What the world calls genius is nothing else, some writer has said, than the art vof repeated endeavor. The success that at tended the life we have been contemplating was wrought out by an indomitable will that held each waking hour to its own proper duty. "What is life but its works?" he asked. To a friend he wrote : "All that I ever did in the world was done by dogged and unyielding perseverance." Mr. Justice Bradley knew no idle moments. Not by any means that he neglected physical exercise. He early accustomed himself to horseback riding, and kept up the habit; and he like wise enjoyed long walks. But for his chief diversion he turned to books; for out-of-door recreation he busied himself in running a meridian line, or setting up a sun-dial. If he took a walk in the fields, it was to bring home specimens; for he loved the country, particu larly the hills and mountains. Fourscore years of such activity meant a capacity tomake himself useful far beyond our powers to estimate. I have but inadequately conveyed to the reader a conception of the extraordinary range of subjects in the domain of human knowledge, with which this eminent man had made himself conversant. I may say, however, with Bishop Burnet, in his Life of Sir Matthew Hale : " There is great encour agement in this, that I write concerning a man so fresh in all people's remembrance, that is so lately dead, and was so much and so well known, that I shall have many vouch ers who will be ready to justify me in all that I am to relate, and to add a great deal to what I can say." Above all, Mr. Justice Bradley's long and busy life exemplified day by day the graces of a consistent Christian character. Mr. Justice Bradley was a great judge. He was more than that : he was a great man.
