"THIS IS THE END OF EARTH." He paused for a moment, and then added, "I AM CONTENT." Angels might well draw aside the curtains of the skies to look down on such a scene--a scene that approximated even to that scene of unapproachable sublimity, not to be recalled without reverence, when, in mortal agony, ONE who spake as never man spake, said, "IT IS FINISHED!" Only two years after the birth of John Quincy Adams, there appeared on an island in the Mediterranean sea, a human spirit newly born, endowed with equal genius, without the regulating qualities of justice and benevolence which Adams possessed in an eminent degree.

A like career opened to both--born like Adams, a subject of a king--the child of more genial skies, like him, became in early life a patriot and a citizen of a new and great Republic.

Like Adams he lent his service to the State in precocious youth, and in its hour of need, and won its confidence.

But unlike Adams he could not wait the dull delays of slow and laborious, but sure advancement.

He sought power by the hasty road that leads through fields of carnage, and he became, like Adams, a supreme magistrate, a Consul.