RED SWORD. Come with me! (_He leads them out, right. There is an oppressive silence. In a moment he returns, wiping his sword on his gown. He takes his seat without a word. The light begins to fail, and the room grows rapidly darker until the last few sentences are spoken in an enveloping blackness._) GREEN EARS. Man has produced the superman, and the superman has put an end to mankind. BLUE FACE. Brothers, we stand on an icy mountain peak in the twilight of time. YELLOW HAT. We experience a breathless emotion which no one has had before, which there will be no more to have. PURPLE HAIR. No longer do we feel the drag of the past; no longer do we feel the lure of the future. RED SWORD. We are the future. We are the goal of consciousness. BLUE FACE. For this moment has mankind dragged out a million weary years. GREEN EARS. For this moment have been the countless joys of love, the countless pangs of death. YELLOW HAT. The thing-in-itself for which philosophers have sought—that is here. PURPLE HAIR. We have broken the spell of cause and consequence. RED SWORD. Will has won its first and its last victory over fate. GREEN EARS. The stupid serpent of wisdom swallowing its own tail has grown great and finished the task. BLUE FACE. Grubbing logic has looked into the mirror and discovered itself to be gigantic caprice. YELLOW HAT. Infinity has turned inside-out and become nothingness. PURPLE HAIR. The great contradiction has annihilated itself. RED SWORD. Let us keep silence before the solution of the ancient riddle. (_A long, dark silence. Slow curtain._) There is something transitory in the moods evoked by rhyme. For rhyme shimmers on the surface of language like sunlight on the surface of a shallow stream; it conducts the mind as in a circle; its sphere is a world of harmonious delights. Rhyme is to the mind what sentimentality is to art.—_Francis Grierson._ The Liberties of the People WILLIAM L. CHENERY LORD VALIANT. The exercise of such tyranny over the minds of men has been productive, in a great degree, of the miseries that have fallen upon mankind. We have been happy in England since every man has been at liberty to speak his mind. MEDROSO. And we are very quiet at Lisbon, where nobody is permitted to say anything. LORD VALIANT. You are quiet but you are not happy. Your tranquility is that of galley slaves who tug the oar, and keep time in silence. * * * MEDROSO. But what if I find myself quite at ease in galleys? LORD VALIANT. Nay, in that case, you deserve to continue there. _—Voltaire._ Sunday afternoon, January 17, Chicago was given a vivid picture of the liberties allowed the people. On that occasion the freedom of assemblage and the right of free speech were ruthlessly and brutally denied a great host of people because forsooth they were poor and unemployed.