1 ' ( I A Dream of Realms Beyond Us A book that in all parts of the world is giving to each man more courage to become his brother's helper than have any or all books of the past time ADAIR WELCKER The following criticism and comment were in the form of a printed page, pasted into copies of the third edition of this book, on November 20, 1902, and copies were, on November 21st and thereafter, mailed to different conntries: CRITICISM The London (England) Daily Chronicle, November 4, 1902, said: "It was the discrepancy between price and apparent valne that first fixed onr attention on this paper covered pamphlet of six and thirty pages. Then, the announce- ment on the cover stirred curiosity, 'A book that in all parts of the world is giving to each man more courage to become his brother's helper than have any or all books of the past time.' Then for a moment, seeing that this unique work first appeared in 1885 and is now in its third edition, we are ashamed of ourselves. Where had been our eyes these seventeen years? But ten minutes' reading of this drama in four acts and twenty-eight pages showed us that we were face to face with a specimen of what we may call freak literature. England has its literary freaks, who write of the Lost Ten Tiibes and the flatness of the earth, and so on; but in this department, America is supreme. It has produced Ignatius Donnelly, it has produced the Christian Science Bible, one of the silliest books ever written. These, however, have at least the excuse of a definite object. We cannot tell what Mr. Welcker is driving at, for when his blank verse scans it conveys no meaning, and when it doesn't it is excruciating. * * He is mercifully conscious of other people's human limitations, and devotes a supplement to explaining himself to the ' British reviewers.' But, even here, there is no ' glowing light.' You will understand this if yon will kindly read the following passage from a prefatory note." — [The critic here sets out the first seventeen lines of the Second Prefatory Note of the book, and then continues.] * * " B,jt one is almost inclined to regret the freedom of the press and long for some matriculation examina- tion which should exclude from literature all who cannot think, consecutively for, say— five seconds. The examiners would certainly plough a whole batch of freak book-makers, and among them Mr. Welcker." connENT " The book, indeed, has in it that which would not be grasped by a body of wise men to whom the Daily Chronicle would almost give the power to suppress. They, like the London Chronicle, would (if it would), even before they had come to find out the work's meaning, be ready to suppress it. For, being selected because of the expert knowledge of letters possessed by them, they would have, along with this knowledge, the sort of wisdom and prudence, and caution — lest they should lose something — to which a work of this character, because of the fact that it is seen to be different from their own, is ever an offense. The immovable power and strength, which British reviewers, without being able themselves to explain why, have recognized, to be in the work, rests not in the figures or letters, among which writers on the Chronicle have so diligently sought, but the might of it is spirit. And the work is one that is never to be suppressed. For in it is somet! ing that, though tribunals, too were estab- lished to put into operation despotism in connection with literature, is stronger than imperial conduct; stronger than are they, — and it is the end of the methods by which large countries have come, at times, to take away their land, and their right to self rule, from peoples little." A REVIEW AND A QUESTION. The London Magazine Anubis, of December, 1902, in its review of "A Dream of Bealms Beyond Us," this book, which is now attracting the profound attention of the deepest thinkers throughout Europe and in Australia and Asia, said: " On the cover are these words; 'A book that in all parts of the world is giving to each man more courage to become his brother's helper than any or all books of the past time.' This is a large claim to make, and we must leave each individual reader to decide whether the claim is justified. * * » Innumerable gems are scattered on every page. * * * " Then, after reviewing the work, the magazine closes the review with these words; " While admiring the lofty ideals contained in the work, we would fain ask the author's reason for placing an almost prohibitive price on the work? " THE ANSWER TO THE QUERY. The reviewer's query arose from the fact that the announcement in the front of the book criticised is, that only signed copies will be sold by the author, and at $10 per copy; but that typewritt n or MS. copies may be made by any persons, who may sell them for what they will. Now, what constitutes the answer to thelqueetion of the reviewer is this: There may be many who, for a price that would not seem prohibitive — who for five dollars, perhaps, or even less— would make MS. or typewritten copies. Thus, an increasing number of people will have an opportunity created by which they will be enabled to make a living until a better opportunity is before them. Even if, upon ite face, an effort to bring about such a result appears to be illogical, or absurd, or foolish, still if, at the time of making it, it does not appeiir to be witliin our power to make any of another kind, to obtain for " houseless heads " a shelter, let us be then at least the kind of fools that will make the effort. We thereby may achieve the splendid success of not being spoken well of by all men for having made ii. I saw after midnight— at a time when the German state had provided for its soldiers, their officers, the Emperor and his household, warm clothes, sufficient food, and a roof, while the snow was falling- huddled together in doorways, upon the highways of the German capital, because the jails were already fiUed— so it was said— to the limit, mothers and their little ones, and old men, whoee " houseless heads, whose unfed sides, whose looped and windowed raggedness " were not for them a defense against the inclemency of the season. And having noted the officers and soldiers, and Emperor and Emperor's household, who were first clothed and fed, before these women and babes and old men— having noted these soldiers and officers and Emperor and Emperor's household, for whom the German state provided, seeing that the state did not also provide for these less strong ones also labor and occupation, by means of which to obtain them— 1 remembered words that then applied to tins German state and to any which does not, with exact and equal justice to all citizens alike, fur- nish opportunity to obtain, by their hands, so much ae to these others had alreatly been given— clothing sufficient for warmth, nourishment sufficient for health, and a roof: Inasmuch as j/ou did it NOT to one of the lea^t of these you did it NOT to me. At some future date the author of this work may— if the German govern- ment shall, in the meantime, first have seen to it that by day or night no one will any more have to walk the streets of its capital lacking clothes, or bread, or roof-come again to visit that city. ^^^^^ WELCKEB. A Dream of Realms Beyond Us BY ADAIR WELCKER 331 Pine Street, San Francisco, Cal. Fourth Separate American Edition Matter not in previous editions is contained in this. In a later edition there may be an undertaking made to make clear some of the meanings of acts of Nature not herein set forth. Copyright 1885 by Adair Welcker. Copyright 1900 by Adair Welcker. This is a book, the earlier issues of which have been placed in the hands of many readers in Canada, the United States, Australia, Asia, and Great Britain, where, with an attraction stronger than iron, it has become one with what is in the depths of Earth's profoundest and greatest, differing from other books in this: that here a new work has been attempted; that of setting forth not alone things, but the meaning of things; that of giving, not direc- tions to do things, but the reason why things should be done, or be not done: For, for the world to do this, will be for it to step out of the age in which violence has held sway, into another, in which there will be none. The price of this book is 40 shillings, or $10, if bought from the author; but all people are at liberty to make MS. or typewritten copies and sell them for what they will. Copies sold by the author will be signed by him. It is, however, his desire that all persons who would be in any diflSculty to pay to him the price that he speaks of for a copy, will, instead, employ people to make for them, or themselves make for themselves, typewritten or MS. copies. 331 Pine Stbeet. SAN FRANCISCO: 1903. THt LIBRARY OF CONGRESS. Twr. Copies Received MAH 16 1903 Cop/ngnt fcntiy MVat,. ^?-'^ CUSS 0^ me. No. S v(. -^ COPY B. ' In Jannary, 1903, the San Francisco Examiner had an editorial asking the Legislature for an appropriation of money for the Univereity of California. Now, A GIFT, GREATER THAN THE MONEY ASKED FOR IN THE NEWSPAPER, WOULD BE KNOWLEDGE: That, nntil an institution that has done injustice, has undone it, and, in eo far as it can, sets matters right, no money obtained, either from poor or rich, can give to it aid. AND, MORE VALUABLE THAN THE MONEY ASKED FOR, WOULD BE THIS KNOWLEDGE: That an institution, making two men Professors Emeritus in it, one of them one who had never been wronged by it, but the other, one so appointed years after having been removed without any charge preferred or cause assigned against him, from the head of one of its departments, that, after making both of these men professors Emeritus, one attending all the time and the other part of the time thereafter its faculty meetings, and ready to serve when asked, pays, to the one who attended part of the time, compensation for his time, and to the other, who regularly attended, dragging himself there, although the hand of death was already laid upon him, nothing whatever for the long period of his attendance, cannot, while it continues to hold this model of conduct of its governors aloft for the eyes of its pupils to look upon, escape from the certain fate of which the teachers imported by it from other States, either at its head or in its departments, ought to be able to inform them. AND MORE THAN MONEY IS THE GIFT OF THIS KNOWL- EDGE WORTH: That, until justice has first been done by it, no other high 1f the innocent; and that what the writer of this haa heard from that intf^lligence he has written. .\nd others, who know that intelligence, will also know whether his statements are true. 6C7 PREFATORY NOTE: The undertaking in this work has been to follow a method which has not before been followed; to take a step which comes after those which in religion and philosophy have already been taken; to put into the work that which no method of philos- ophy has yet had in it; that which alone, after the work done in the past, can, with it, because of the manner in which it will create a new vision within earth, cause peace upon earth to come. It has been intended to put into it and, through it, into earth, that act of the endless-world art that will so touch the souls of men that into them will be caused gradually to come, from this time on, perception and a knowledge of the meaning and purpose of things. For, over those matters out of which do not come to the souls of men a spirit, and an understanding of them, men must perforce still war; but out of understanding, and from under- standing, will alone come that which will turn their battleships into rust and their armies into a nightmare no longer to be dreamed by earth. Then, in place of these childish follies, will highest manhood, in the form of conscience, be caused to come down, and be, and dwell upon earth. Then there will not be done by armies of peo- ple that thieve and partition, or be done to women and babes in camps of concentration, work for which a Herod of old, of Judea, or a Jack the Eipper, should bhish. Then will there be done those high and serious things that will be worthy of men grown up, when, through the discovery — which sense and ability will make for them— that peace is best, there will at last come and be between and among men goodwill. SECOND PREFATORY NOTE: This work — a dream and more than a dream — dealing with matters upon which the nainds of men throughout the world are, at the present time, profoundly fixed, is here presented to the reader in an incomplete form. At some future date, should the governors and rulers of institutions of learning who have, in all lands, been made trustees by their people, and given large endow- ments for their institutions, with the belief that, with them, they could be aided to be watchmen, upon their behalf, in her night- time of art — thought, by such methods, to be by them, furnished with all manner of means to keep an outlook for the emergence into the world, not only of art, but of each letter of the law which will otherwise be found, and found there only, where things change not — in its unseen place — see here, in behalf of the people who have intrusted them to be for them their watchmen, signs of something that might be added to what is here, which would.be of the law a part, and of art that part that is art transcendent, then will that which is not now here be added. On the other hand, if they shall not so see, they will have had an opportunity to do — for those for whom they hold a trust than which none higher is ever placed in the hands of men — that which, in connection with it, they sJiall have deemed to have been their duty for those who have trusted them, both as their agents and regents. Let it not be supposed however, that there could be here expressed towards any a thought or word of coercion; for into the last and highest region of art, which is the place where all action is in perfect freedom, coercion and oppression cannot come : in that kingdom of art not an act, and not even an imperialistic or despotic thought can be: for with its kingdom they have no proportion, and into it cannot enter. A DREAM OF REALMS BEYOND US Bx ADAIK WELCKER ACT I. Scene. — A level space in the evening clouds of heaven, above the Golden Gate, surrounded by, and having above them— mass back of mass — the purple and gold clouds of heaven; and within them, on the cloud-plain, and composed of their sub- stances, tents. A throne, wrought of the hues of the rainbow, upon which rests a spirit, named Elmo. Below, the uplifted heads of the Gate that opens upon the ocean Pacific. Etheria — Beloved commanding spirit, I have obeyed, In all respects, your dear commands. Seizing my silvery staff, and placing therein Sweet thoughts to be attracted westward Around the world, back to those other thoughts Held by you here, I sped upon my mission. The day I left behind: outran the sun; Entered the towering palace of the dark That, through all time, stands opposite the sun. I then swept through its curious moonlit halls. And there I met those hideous impish sprites That dwell within the pointed tower of night That circles earth as shadow of the sun. I found them mingling ever, elements — Making compounds to thwart the course of nature. From them I learned but little of these beings That dwell in contact with the earth below us. But, when I overtook the blue of morning, Found I some beings from a distant sphere, Larger than mountains, resting in their ships That ride the seas of space. Through mixing good and evil, in certain proportions — Learned I from them— these beings crawling earth Did seem to have a vague intelligence. Yet, knowing not that low intelligence And strife must co-exist; that vision vast Moves only out from rest; make they their choice: So, through the centuries long, dwell they in doubt; And, through the centuries long, swells up their outcry — Up, through the dark their violence does make — For light; whose narrow outlet can be but through peace. • They said they'd noted, oft they moved in masses — (At times in order, and at times without it). At times they'd seen two masses move toward each, Slowly, and as determinedly as insects. But, as the blue of dawn changed to that hue In which the later day does dress herself. The prospect blurred; the pressure changed; until These beings could no longer stop near earth; Therefore, unmoored their ships; and on an ohm Were swept through space, back to their home again. Elmo — Learned you no more? Etheeia — I noted this : they did not See that themselves are makers of themselves; Makers of flowers and fruits, of dearths and famines; And that the years in which would famines come Were in themselves inscribed, and years of plenty. That when they grasping grew and sought without. Where is tlie place of sand, flow and effects, Prosperity, came after dearth of growths; But honest deeds of nations would make birds Carol and their earth blossom. That they knew not They should be glad for hardships placed upon them, And know them wealth for their soul's treasure-house — Seeing, who has the heaviest put upon him Is one, for strength selected, to make richest If that same strength can hold him, when wronged, silent; Wondering, perhaps (for not yet knowing the cause); Puzzled that those, by him best loved, are those who — Dazed and amazed at their own acts, it may be — Have wronged him most: That silent should each bear what, else, another must; One, may be, nearest; moved, not knowing that They act not of themselves, to cause their wounds — 'Twas all I learned. AiDAEL — Bear they the drawing of the Southern Cross? Note they influences of the Pleiades ? Sees each his likeness, blow by blow, from star dust, Through all his days, from model changeless, wrought out That, time beneath it, stands here with us, deathless? Knowing what poets have been moved to write Must, in a measured time, appear in heaven : Have they interpreters, when stars out write it, Beyond their sunset — sapients, who may read What these star pathways show, and shown, leave trace- less? Have they yet learned to speak out that star language, which 10 Spoken to stars dark, each one after another Succeeding, touched, becomes a glowing light, A beacon burning out upon the night? Know they the way Men may awaken stars that are asleep? Etheon — To learn if these odd beings of the earth Were real beings, and intelligent. Called I a mighty host of brighter spirits From all the corners of the universe And found, among them, some that saw this earth. They told me that these beings ne'er rose from it, But moved through shade and light upon its face, That all their actions showed fantastic thoughts. Showing these beings As very infants in the grades of life. With zephyr thoughts but granite prejudices. Through strife they're still kept blind to other worlds; Through greed from knowing that they are themselves. Their eyes are flesh, and through that flesh they look. Yet know they not themselves that have looked through it. Men seem as fishes dwelling in the ocean, Oblivious of all beings up above them. Elmo — Is there no other that has studied them? Blanta — This day I seized upon th'returning ray Of the revolving light from sun to earth. I passed the point those rays opposed do cross : And sitting alone upon The foremost promontory of the sun Watched I the silver earth as it revolved. Yet learned but little. But I learned thus much: 11 That earth, whereon they dwell, by their own acts Is built. Right faith being of intelligence the highest: This builds the frame: things come according to it. And only faith in all brave ones gone from them. As never dead will turn to naught the mist. And have it gone, that's been the wall between us. That world, below, is kept as is their faith, and grows According to that faith. Men's disbelief In us, it is, that still builds up the wall That hides us from them. Then (as a heart is curved) their acts from it Are prompted : That their thoughts descend from them Into their earth, to from it crying come — Therefrom, new living. The form of it proclaimed^ — Spoken by dazzling voices; glittered; outspoken, Down from high heaven, and up. And this I saw: The motive power that moves the leaves apart, From bud of rose to bloom— The meditation in a woman's heart. And looking to see their cause, within the forests The lotus flowers that bloom, that, unseen, fade, Saw I moved from the meditations prime Of those saints hearts whereof the world knows not; The cobras' life move from a man's heart, long On murder bent; the shylock nature feeding Into the boa-constrictor's form its force That gives it life to crush. The skylark's song Is rapture; borne from a new thought, caught To period put to search that did seem endless. 12 Elmo — Since this is, then, a real race indeed. And not — what once we thought — but plants that move, 'Twere well for us to better their condition. Has any other of this company Brought knowledge of this odd, discovered race? Aeno — I have, for fifteen circlings of the sun. Dwelt opposite to him in midnight darkness; And not being able to go close to earth. Have caused life-informed force to obey my orders And fetch me information of these creatures. And, first and foremost of its news, It told me that these beings, through the night, Seem in a state of death; but come to light Out- wakened by the wave of harmony The sun plays on his rolling lyre of earth. I then learned that they're often much tormented By growths of contest, whose poor lives are measured. And other devilish sprites That, like the skates and mudfish of the ocean. Dwell at the bottom of the seas of air. Although 'twas hard to learn, have I discovered — Through pictures shown to me of these same mortals — In every one there is the central good; Which good will, as a rose, burst into bloom Beneath the glowing light that looks to find it. I saw, with all, that love outlasted death; The strength of mother's love, that's not of earth. This many knew not: That when, from their bodies Themselves would be withdrawn, in death or sleep. Their thoughts will (in those states) for them become (To all whose lives those same thoughts form) 13 One visible and solid habitation; one, though, unseen. Invisible to others having thoughts Less rare than are their own. Those having thoughts unlike : The kind the brutal see; but they, to them, live blind. Methinks 'twould be a pleasant thing indeed, To help them lift such clouds as hide their light And hold them blind and dead. Elmo — It shall be done. Now, for the present time, We'll have our workmen, in their shops of air, So to combine and forge the elements That the bright song of twilight shall be formed Ere sinks the sun to his cloud-curtained bed. And, to that end, Let them combine the light that's shot from Venus; The color of the ocean's wave by moonlight, Above the violet and below the red; The light reflected from the ocean's teeth When angrily she gnaws the edge of earth; The dancing atmosphere of summer evenings; The dizzy-moving borealis light; Weird shadows of the ancient gloomy forests; The lulling sound of dripping, unseen waters — Above their treble or below their bass; Then touch all with the breath of summer air — More delicate than the sense of man can reach — When every flower is decked in glittering dew — Its gaudy dress worn on that grand occasion When's heard the bow of promise, the storm being o'er. These sights and sounds our spread, our feast this night. ACT II. Scene. — A California forest high up in the mountains. A small stream comes winding through the woods. De Petzy and Blauvelt enter. Blauvelt — Here let us rest and make tonight our camp. And let our tired limbs and aching bones Be patients, for a time, to such attendants As nature sends in shape of cooling winds Which, to the patients placed beneath their care, Bring balmy odors from the ferns and mosses And many an herb, till we are healed again. De Petzy — I think we could not better our condition By going further on. Besides, the night — Blauvelt — Drop then your gun and rest upon this bank. How sweet the air, the gurgling of this stream ! There's something soothing and refreshing to me To find myself afar from human cares; Far off, beyond the sounding of an echo Of giant mills and cities soot-begrimmed: Our sole companion these dumb trees that stand Holding behind their grim and solemn aspects The secrets of a thousand passing years Known to themselves alone; the antlered deer; Owls whose wise looks tell of their secret knowledge; And other beasts, spellbound — made dumb by nature To hold the wondrous things that they have seen. 15 Why, here's a country to be new-discovered; One of earth's many realms but brushed by dreams. De Petzy — Of ttimes, my mind being in a curious mood, When, knowing I've been never out of it, But all I've seen and read within myself, Earth seems more like a dream than any — a fancy, That strides the stage of sleep. Is it not odd That we are held here on this piece of earth That floats a bubble on the seas of space? Such being our lot seems a disordered dream — A state of odd enchantment, that of earth. While real things are unknown all to us. Blauvelt — I've often thought something more worthy men Must back this feeble, childish race for wealth — As children mud-pies making; Their mad, absurd expending of life's moment. That, in earth's forest, was something beyond the wolf; The lion, whose red jaws have torn the weak; The eagle, that highwayman that holds up The little osprey, and thieves from him fish; The panther, stepping with his cautious tread O'er crackling twigs in this grim forest; The grizzly, striding with his massive tread — Wonders astonishing and unimaginable Being yet not known. De Petzy — There's surely pleasant contrast in these woods, For, being alone, we have no enemies; Being far away — off from the race of men — 16 But having none to hate us, we have not ' A place for gentle thoughts to reach their mark. Therefore, a life apart from all mankind Is one not natural, one with parts left out. Blauvelt— List to the cooing of the unseen dove ! 1 wonder if they, too, have woes of love — Heave mighty sighs; then, with disturbed visage, And eyes grown mournfully large, gaze they upon Those whom they love, with passionate, pleading looks? And are they jealous, like men? And have they friends, or foes, or foolish customs To break sweet nature's course, and leave love hopeless ? De Petzy — Throughout the universe is this — one law : Sorrow's the prophet to each stage of life: Out-born from pain, its cry proclaims peace added. Why, sure it is, they have their share of woes, Wrought chiefly by fear; Living a life of false alarms wrought out; Mourn for their friends, and in their sweetest songs Cast out their griefs into the wide world's ear. But now I'll leave you to more lonely musings And wander off t'explore the woods around us. [Exit De Petzy. Blauvelt lies down and goes to sleep. Then enter Elidah, Aidael, and also Wavea and Ellock, two spirits of the woods.] Wavra — He lies asleep. Upon his face I'll breathe. And, through my breath, infuse my nature in him, As lovers do, when breathing each on each, Creating such fancies and such odd conclusions — Harmless, as in him is there naught of hate — As never yet were lodged in mortal mind. 17 Then shall he sweep the universe with thought And stand amazed indeed to see the things Caught in his net of reason. AiDAEL — But, is not this one of earth's bards, earth's prophets ? One of those rare ones, by us best beloved. Who may not lie to hold place or position, But, doing those things that place earth beneath them, Upon the rungs of such a ladder made, Can, to us, mount in vision ? Elidah — One of the ones who speak in metaphors, Which, of men's thought, being nearest to the language Wrought by our state, enables us to give back To them their wisdom — With courage that is not the drum'd-drugged sort. These speak the truth, when that, if that they tell, Means loss of bread, of place, of benefice. Soldiers may take a chance to die, and fear not, If clacquers clack, or drums go loud enough, What is called death. Here's of another class; He's of a band — of those strange sturdy ones That fear not The poverty before which governors quake; At which (while they blanch and their stomachs weaken) — Orders obeying rather than the truth — Generals and admirals, then denying it, Or, in place of it, stating what is not. Have hidden over and concealed their guilt. While toward such men bend we men's high plaudits. 18 Their wealth and honors, Against our dear ones have we turned men's jeers, And had them buffet them, and hand them wounds. Yet, while at their amazement we have laughed — Seeing what rotten fruit the others got, While these had life — our laughter was for love's sake. And soldiers, also, who were more than such. And admirals have been, and such again will be, Who will obey the truth and bear what comes When they those disobey, by whom they're ordered To do against it, and serve 'gainst the right. Wavea — Shall we then plague him? Ellock — Is't not against Etheeia's commands. Who, for the part she takes in that great work That is now brewing in the higher heavens To help the world — would bring these two together? Wavea — Not if such thoughts are placed within his brain T'attract him out of earth. I'll let him, in his dreams, tread upward, And, being the hero of his deeds of sleep, Go onward; upwards, through those many realms — That have high words, of which they are upbuilt. That make them to the low invisible — Where waking mortals could not be and live. I'll show a thousand varied scenes in hell Where, there, the laughter of a woman's eyes Would end his peace forever; I'll show the green and monstrous angular sprites That, in the chilly southern seas of ice 19 Where shines the southern cross, control the waters And make the choppy seas dash icy waves Against the mighty domes and towers of ice Full many feet in air; That drag the howling winds from point to point, Shrieking as if in pain; That lead the deadly winds against the ships, Icing the rigging; freezing the sailors' thumbs, And then — white fogs unfold upon the waters. And all the while, so various are the sounds — The loud reports, the rattling of floating ice — That hell itself seems there to have an echo. I'll show those fourteen stars west of the cross, Where dwell the dreaded mutineers from Venus. We'll show where was the pyramid first made. We'll show the cloud-bound caves of distant realms Where roam forever spirits of wild beasts. And then we'll show the wild north-central heaven Where come the poisonous winds from every point Named on the compass; mingling their poisoBoiis breaths ' [Here is left out a portion of the matter referred to in the Prefatory Note, iu order that the institutions of learning of the world may determine the question as to whether or not it is prob- able, from so much of the work as has been placed before" them, that the portion not placed before them is of such a character that it should be permitted— at the same time that they erect and idolize and endow buildings of stone and wood — as they stand and look on, to perish; not needed to be put into expression; not needed to be taught in their colleges and schools. As it is into their hands that the people have placed on trust large endowments to be used for the encouragement of, and as a means of giving recognition to, the work of those who give their own, in order that they may work in the art kingdom; and as teachers and rulers over the schools have, many of them, given to one another the title of Master in these matters that belong to the kingdom of art, it will be for them, sitting in the character of Masters in the art kingdom, to determine whether or not it is for them to pass upon the question here presented — which is of it. Much better would it be if these charity funds, now used to aid youth, are not well used, that they should be used to improve and add to the comforts of those noble, charitable homes, alms- houses, that, because the heart is ever wiser than doctrines taught by what may be called the phariseeism of science, have been established for those less able to help and care for themselves than the young, those who have expended more of their energies in the work of the world than the young — the old,] ACT III. Scene. — Same as Scene 1, Act I. Elmo. — Since it has been resolved by us to each Help on some other being of this race, Let such as have observed them give the news. What has been seen? Elidah — Saw I an island in the ocean's water, Where sits one crying : "Peace on earth; goodwill!" Whose garment's fringe is soldiers, scarlet clad. Their State keeps her. She feeds from those they've slain. Ethron — Beloved spirit, it being against our natures To come in closer contact with the earth. Therefore, I've sought out beings that have power To walk upon the surface of that earth. Out of their multitudes, with various natures. Chose I the laughing sprites called from the woods To serve my ends. Elmo — How learned you from them ? Ethron — ^These things saw I through them : That kind thoughts, thoughts of others, shall expand them. Giving new strength, and power of life to both. Ill thoughts take with them from the soul that throws them — Or, peoples thinking less of other peoples By that made measure — Part of its store of strength : That he, as well, who sees another suffer, 22 Having stored up what could be his relief, And does not use it, thus deprives himself In exact measure by those his possessions That he used not. Elmo — Looking on such, we see — If they change not — how blind, how wretched they! How poor these are; how naked — unaware, Until that hour when they shall start, awake — Seeing themselves — and shrieking flee such goods, And gauds; those things that, with a turtle's gripe, Till then, they'd clung to. Ethron — The air below is filled with finest dust — From this they modeled forth a beauteous maiden : Thereafter, casting sunlight on this form Seemed it to live; and, by this form of hers. Knew I how outward nature, acting on it. Would fill her inward mind; and saw that she Was one it would repay us well to serve. Elmo — How would you, could you, serve her? Etheon — Why, I have seen one cruel thing on earth : That natures that are fitted each to each Oft lead a life that's all unsatisfied, Because they feel, and yet they do not know. The other lives for them; yet die, and never meet. Therefore, I've brought the one that's fitted for her And they have met, and in a moment felt What they have known since Neptune touched, last, earth. To consummate my plans I've had her flee her home within the woods; And, to prevent her guardian following her, LofC. 23 Have given to its obedient sprites the power To play such tricks as pleased them most upon them. They lead them now up steeps ; through briars and thorns, And by the many mansions of that route; O'er angular rocks that mincing feet will wound And jar out lies, like toads, from mouths that hold them; Through swamps, through wild grapevines; Make each one think the other Sylvia, And set each beating each. Now will I lead her on through trouble and woe To drag her dead world from her. Elmo — Has she no earthly friend to help her? Etheon — My ministering spirit showed an aged man Thinking the daughter that he one time had Was dead in infancy. They told me then. That this was Sylvia's father. Studied I then his brain, and of the spirits (Which men call thoughts) attracted to his soul Saw I, 'mongst others, these his last conclusions, Which showed me odd things of this race of men. Men knew but little, and seemed not to this : That when the sun, new-born, goes on its course. Its number altering with each day it makes. Meets it and greets it in all germs their number; Then leap they at its music, known to life. 'Tis what man's done that makes him. What he says. Though books of eloquence piled mountains high Contain it — (please them as it may) — for it, All ears it enters must prove barren wombs, 'Less what he lauds first a man himself has done. That, when man seems held fast, and bound by fate, 24 Yet, even then, relief will surely come And, by some path that will seem plain enough — When has the fullness of his task been worked — But which he had completely overlooked And lost all memory of. Elmo — This is a good commencement, for an end To round out royally. What other spirit Will further speak of what has been discovered? Here comes one, having bright, mischievous eyes That an odd humor might find, ev'n in death. VoNRA — I've seen their life is just an odd conceit Wrought from more odd conceits — Seeing the future is but night to them. Queer that, worshiping tenderness to all. Peace grows their battlecry: Thieving, with some, Their spreading; with some, their greed, their god. Those that start war and, through war, seek their will, Yet talk of heaven to be; Not knowing that a mind, to grow to that. Must, by desire, fast to no part be drawn; Must rise up over all this realm of strife; Whose hands must hold no more, nor cling to earth; To go in there must leave itself without; His mantle of earth released — let go to earth. Elidah — Whose eye that so long doubled was, and kept obscured. Be merged, be single made, and knowing — and known To that straight column, straight as a straight rod That is the light. Upholding they the things of earth as high. 25 Fall they down with them. Saw I, this: Who slowly kills, by words or cruel looks, Or thoughts unfair, or thoughts by hate projected. Is as much murderer as is the one Who does so with a bludgeon. AiDEL — Whose thoughts are drawn — forced down to central earth. But there are thoughts, of which are thoughts of art, Reversing gravity, and they hold life. VoNRA — This, too, saw'I of them : They're never all good; not one entirely bad. The worst of any will, at times, be saints; The best, their opposite. Elmo — What knowledge have they Of all the radiant hosts of worlds about them? VoNEA — They scarce conceive that all the things of earth Are things in miniature of worlds full-grown. That, as their nations think and act like men, At times being sane, at times being mad as they. So is their race a unit for vast worlds. That, as their seas have puny storms upon them. So are there other storms that sweep through space. Creating vast currents, whirlpools and tides; Setting worlds dancing on their rushing billows Like corks upon the ocean; Or, carrying systems o'er that mighty deep By billows hurrying, rushing, raging onward. That move upon the beacon lights of night And surge beyond. They dream not of those fleets That, sails all set, move o'er a darker ocean, 26 Into those systems where are lights grown dark — Not earths; not suns. They laugh at forces fast in fading halls — The universe fast in the soul of man . At beings crouching on the star-storm clouds; At cities dead that we see living yet. Looking within, they seem to see these things; But, looking without, upon the world again, They call them fancies, and they vanish from them. Ah, if they only knew the law of change — And knew the half we know — How would it shake their minds and make them mad. Ethron— The only cause of all is ignorance. From which springs prejudice and every folly. This shadow of death is now most heavy on them. But, with our aid, the world begins to move. This century has promised mighty times That will outleap the tedious course of nature, Leaving behind their savagery days of war; Of right by blood to be the manger dog; Bights called divine, and many another right That has been always wrong. The time will come when to this human race The only king will be the king of hearts — When each man will refuse such goods on earth As all men may not have. For men will learn that day, that true it is, That only one thing is all- where assured — Heart of a gentle man. VoNRA — There's this as their excuse : How much their life from infancy to age Is the world's dead world working outward through them. 27 Elmo — Know they the poorest have as much to give as any ? That each time ever a truth is told: that is an act To all men a donation more than gifts? With each truth told (Though far off as the west is from the east) Some fetter dropping off; Some one, till then enslaved, by that made free? YoNKA — Nor know they beings wiser than themselves, Sometimes stir up their anger, each 'gainst each, To wear away defects that are within them, Playing those forces dovniward and upon them. Whereof they're unaware. Elmo — Can they know this : Man's lack of heart makes earth yield lack of bread. That: Whenever nations have bound on their brows Phylacteries; themselves then, better holding Than others; then (those others robbed). Speaks earth in famines ? Know they the heavenly character of music That tells the way by which buds turn to flowers, Inscribed in which are secrets of all worlds Throughout the heavens; which our beings splendid As their law read? Etheon — 'Tis sweet to them; but that it is a key Made to unbolt their gateway into heaven Know not they all of them. Elmo — Odd, odd indeed ! Comes now our time to move Upon our westward journey with the sun. ACT IV. Scene. — Same as Scene of Act II. De Petzy — Cheer up. This is no time for gloominess. Go join the dance. Blauvelt — I'm worn and weary, and am sick at heart. Seeing I've searched to find her that I loye These many days, but have not heard of her. But, over the world I'll search. Following th'ecliptic of our lives apart, Moving the table round, 'till I win all: From icy lands within the bitter North, Beneath cold skies that are as blue as steel, To scorching wastes where burn the sands as fire, And hot winds dry the tongue and parch the throat — Aye, till this frame falls helpl ess at the last. Eiib from my form that in my sleep was taken, I will still seek her; On, through those ages we must stay apart; On still, o'er that curvature, till we meet, With that commencement of our bliss unutterable To know that death is dead. De Petzy — You say you've found her father, too. Who now assists in searching for her ? Jesse — Go join the dance. I take't no compliment You will not join. Why, what a long-drawn visage! Cheer up. 'Twill all end well. The one who makes your face so melancholy Will be kind yet. 29 Blauvelt — No act unkind has given to me my sadness. De Petzy — Where was it that you last lost track of her? Blauvelt — Why, first she wandered through those gloomy woods, That make these woods; Then crossed the fields, and over dusty roads. Till, reaching that city, entered she into it. The sounds of city life to her were strange, And many a time they filled her mind with dread (So have I learned from those who did observe her). Day in, day out, she wandered through the streets, But found not what she sought. At last, 'tis said, she wearied of this life, And pined for streams, the wild flowers, and these woods. And often was she now seen by the ocean, Listening to hear each message that the waves Had brought from distant ports; or, in the fields. That nearest stood beside the city's edge, Would she pluck flowers to gaze upon their faces And get what women get (though knowing not what) Who love them; And from them read, as from a mirrored image Of distant streams, of mountains blue, and woods. At last, those who'd observed lost sight of her — From that point, learned I nothing. [Enter Sylvia.] But who comes here? Now, if my eyes deceive me — Sylyia — At last! Blauvelt — Tell me — where have you been? 30 What land has been so lighted by your eyes No sun was needed? Sylvia — Three weary days, and nights as weary, too, I've seen the stars creating light by night, The mightier sun relieving them by day, But found you not. Then grew most weary I. At last rose up a light forth from the ground Which moved before, and following after it. Came I, till here. Blauvelt — Was it an angel that led Sylvia? Seeing so soft and gentle are her thoughts That in them might one come? And now the day of parting is o'erpast, And part will we no more. Sylvia — Not on this earth; and when death comes to one. Then will we lie each in the others arms, ' And, as one dies, the other die as well, And both, thus joined, pass to the realms of sleep. SUPPLEMENT [Which was at the end of previous editions] [Matter is here set forth for the aid of some of the British reviewers, who have believed that they have reviewed the booh to which this Supple- ment is appended, but who have not — although the looks from their eyes have passed over its pages — everi seen all that is within the work.'] Tlie question as to wlietlier the aatlior of the foregoing book, copies of which have been placed in the hands of many readers in Europe, Asia, Canada, the United States of America and Islands of the Pacific, is a "Spiritualist, Christian Scientist, Theosophist or what?" has called from him letters of which that given below is one. It is printed here in order that it may serve as an answer to some questions that the book itself will continue — as long as brute force continues in any part of the world to be used by one set of men as a means of rule over another — to arouse; and for yet an additional reason — namely, that it may serve to convey to the world some knowledge upon the subject of Art that such reviews, by British reviewers, of the earlier issues of the work as have reached him, have not appeared to the author to possess. A knowledge of Art in its higher manifestation (if judgment is based solely upon their printed utterances) is a matter in regard to which these particular reviewers have appeared to be not conscious. Seeming, as they have done in a great variety of ways, to display lack of knowledge of what Art may be, it appears to be but propar to place here before the world some knowledge, not in their reviews, of that which Art in time may come to be. And for that reason the following letter is here placed before men, and such readers as can come to be aware of it: Dear Madam: I will try to answer your questions. It is my belief that with others who do what we do we are one; and also that, to those who do the things that we have done, our thoughts must in time go. But the process by which we may come to dwell each in the other may be slow, or it may be sudden. There is, as I understand it, but one way by which I can come to dwell in another, and he in me; and that one way is by doing what he does or what he has done. If I am to become a member of an organization or society having rules of admission, I am enabled to become one by first doing the things that others to become such have done. What the society does the person on the outside, who haa not done those things that make a man a member, does not know. So, if I wish to find and stand at the point in the universe from which will gush forth the same stream of thought which in times past has poured into the soul of prophet and poet, builder or artist, I must first walk along the way that was found by him, and then stand where he stood. Should I wish to think as does the beggar on the street who, with shame, begs, in order that another may be helped, or as does a bishop, or university president, withoiit shame, for the same end (blame being to neither of them, but only to those who, upon being asked, do not, in fact as well as in form, divide with those whose need is found to be greater than is their own, their bread), I must do what they have done. If I wish to think as does a captain of industry, I must live for that one purpose, and must make my eyes blind and my ears deaf to any effect upon others of my deeds which would delay or prevent the accomplishment of my one purpose. That which, among all of my works must be my purpose placed most high, must be to become an •, industry captain.. But, should my choice be given to them, and those ^ ^ things be done by me, because in theni||my whole heart, my mind and *^ my strength, those other thoughts and powers will never be able to enter, or so far penetrate into me that I will be able even seriously to believe in their existence, that come to the prophet, who has another purpose, desired by the whole of his heart, and with all of his strength, or to the musician or poet, who, throughout life, has persistently refused to permit himself to become filled, to the exclusion of that which he is destined to obtain, with those things by which a merchant obtains his reward — the reward that comes from a willingness not to forego success, but yet to press on forward to obtain it after he has become aware that, by each additional effort made by him to obtain it, the struggle of others of his fellows is made yet more onerous. The poet, on the other hand, and prophet, seek above all things, to get beyond the region in nature where the transfers and exchanges taking place constitute the parent or starting-point of those evanescent processes -in the world called commerce, that, seemingly stable, are ephemeral, and among the things first forgotten. With an intuitive knowledge or instinct towards the things that are lasting, the poet and prophet seeks to get, notwithstanding his resisting outer nature, beyond this realm of the bubbles that burst into the place where the dreams are, which are the only things that have a permanent and an everlasting foundation. But if ever his dreams become strong enough to lift him up out of the commercial willingness to prosper at the cost of another man's distress, the things that have, at such cost, come to him, mtast fall away from him. For he has been lifted by hia dreams from a place in which things of one kind could be to another in which they cannot. And he will from choice now leave, as to him of little worth, the things or methods that create the success of the industry captain — methods that make fame and achieve for the politician or ecclesiastic the chief places or seats. He will leave them to obtain those things that to the amazed captains of industry — and rightly from their view-point — con- stitute a mere matter of midsummer madness. In other words, as these matters seem to be seen by me, the parent of a thought — if the thought is one that is to rise up, and constitute the nucleus of a star, which will thereafter grow into form and take its place in the heavens— must be first that which is back of all things that are destined to live— an impulse; the impulse will then be followed by an act, and the act by its thought. And to be with and of others, they and we must have acted from the same impulse, intuition or spirit. Our deeds will then be of the same class, kind or kingdom. Thoughts, like men, have their measured, fixed and appointed periods of life. And, as I have looked at thoughts, tbose that have been of longest life have had for their parents acts that looked as if they were destined to bring to those who were, for the time being, controlled by them, the opposite of that for which the world of traffic seeks — the least. The deeds thus prompted were the opposite of those of timidity; were deeds that, as they have sought but little or nothing for self, have been deeds that have been most courageous. But, should the steps taken by poet or prophet be taken even for such pure gain as gain of knowledge, when the gain sought is to be only for self it will be nothing, for it will still belong to the world of commerce, and be mere traffic. For, as long as gain remams the object, no more can be obtained through the spirit of that effort than can be obtained through the spirit of any other traffic, and its fruits will be the same — be only that which comes from traffic : and it will be as well to work as a politician — for the fruit of traffic can rise no higher than a material thing, and will be, in that case, an office; or, as a soldier fighting for territory, who goes forth to take from another people their land, and, as compensation, gets applause, or a certain and unfailing income, which the business career of a private citizen would not so certainly assure him, by which he is led to feel certain of the bread that will keep in him the kind of life that he is ready to take away from others in order that he himself may not lose it. Upon the other hand, the reward of one who would become a Master of Arts is that which comes from desiring rather to abandon and walk away from the certainty of bread or applause than ever to acquire it at the cost of another mau's welfare. But, nevertheless, a man should do no thing so long as he does not, above all other things, prefer it — and that is, love it. When the time comes for him to take the steps (after emptying himself of the lower things that are traffic), through which there will be caused to flow in to him other things, he will, through that which alone can prompt such acts — through love of them — perform them. And what others do will be then to him nothing. For he will then see that no man should ever take such a step as the poet, pnphet, or artist will have taken from any other cause at all but one — from love of it. If there still remain to him other things that he prefers to do it is best that they should be the things still done by him. But, of these matters that the high artists have done it is hard to speak clearly and plainly, and it has always been considered easier to make them plain rather by reference and by metaphor. For, so long as we lead lives that must in many respects ditfer, and until the time comes when we will live each in the other and lead one life, there will be things that we will not be able to speak plainly and face to face each to the other, and long letters will say but little. * * * That beings in this world can become surrounded by and aware of, and served by others who have gone out of their garments of flesh, is my own belief, or dream. For our beliefs are only and no more than mere dreams. And so I speak of that which I know as a dream, and for two reasons: First, because its dreams have been always the most real of all the things of earth; and this is for the reason that of all the subjects of merchandise, and properties that are owned by merchants, who call themselves the practical ones of the earth, have had their birth origin- ally, and their start, out of dreams, exactly as, through the dreams of earth's dreamers and poets, will the merchandise accumulated by the methods which earth's merchants now follow, for which such merchants will then mourn, be caused to pass, as does a vapor before the sunlight of morning, or as fails away the grain before the sweep of the sickle. I speak of the presence of those noble ones about us who, when clothed in the flesh, would not gain aught at the cost of a wound, or of loss to another, as a dream, because I have stood in that attitude in which, when he is possessed of naught but dreams, one can look and can see what dreams are in men, and I have seen that such dreams as are theirs, and such dreams as are the dreams of those of this woild who do not deem their own opinions to be wiser than is the wisdom of non-resist- ance, to be dreams that are not to be outlasted by time. And for these reasons I -would express such ideas as it is attempted here to set forth in the language of the most stable of all the things that are — namely, by calling them dreams; and by saying that with me, it is a dream that, when aware of his own resplendent intellectual endow- ments, and knowiDg that by using them as did the ruler of her civili- zation of an hour, he could have placed himself at the head of her ecclesiastical system, or have stood upon the pinnacle of her commerce, chief among the chief captains of the industry of Judea, Jesus of Naza- reth preferred instead to turn away from the methods of those who, in her esteem were held to be highest, to stand at the place of and feel with them from the view-point of those who were held by her to be but degenerates and outcasts there did gather all at once about him, and become able to serve and minister to him, all of those daring ones of the world of whom in times past the world had not been worthy. And that is a dream. And it is my dream (being myself one of those who, in this world where strife is the cause of illusions, is a practical man) that, upon this step being so determined upon by him that it was to come to be taken, there did come to him, and for months thereafter remain with him, as thte outcome of the operation of one of nature's laws — where strife is not — such power over the air as made the winds in their causes subject to his will until they could be hushed by it, whereupon, the winds ceasing, the waters on the neighboring lake would be caused to subside. Such a will, under the laws of nature, was the kind of will that could be put into him by thought such as was his thought; but the power of that thought could come forth only out of knowledge that could believe no fellow-man himself to be degenerate — knowledge that could know of no one fittest to survive. This, too, I dream: That when Siddartha (Gautama Buddha), the compassionate, went away from his palace forever to learn, by living it, what was the view-point of India's outcasts, there did, indeed, as has been said, gather about him when he was under the Bo tree all of those who, by that act, were made to be dwellers in and to become one with him through having done deeds that were of the same spirit of compassion that had prompted his act. < And I dream a dream (that comes from what taught him) that when Socrates, the jester for truth (one of that mighty line that fortunately has, and will yet have, descendants), was, with the utmost coolness, ready to drink the hemlock for having spoken that which the timid, and nations whose hands are war-stained, strive ever to hide and conceal, and, amid his disturbed friends, spoke undisturbed of his death, there 6 was in his own words, for him, more than he allowed them to know; and that he was, daring his discourse, made calm by the near presence of those great ones, at the moment ministering to him, into contact with whom he had been brought through a deed done such as they before him had performed; and that his genius — his own spirit — his father in heaven — the monitor of whom he had so many times spoken — was, in those high moments, so near to him that the whole earth and heaven had already begun to take on for him a new shape and beauty and things a rare and new meaning, such as were cause of a deep and a new wonder to him. These things I dream, and, seeing them one and eternal with that of which they themselves are an embodied and perma- nent part, I cannot escape from believing. With the hope that, on paper, they may have served the purpose that, in placing them here, I have hoped for, I am. Very respectfully, Adaib Welckek. SCIENTIFIC EXPLANATION AND FOUNDATION OF THE IDEA OF HELL. The article given below was sent to the "Chicago Chronicle." The editor returned it with the following statement: " The inclosed manu- script is returned, not because it is found to be objectionable, or in any way unsuited to the columns of the paper, but solely for the reason that we have more matter of this class than we can hope to use." It was therefore afterwards given out to other daily, weekly and monthly pub- lications, upon the supposition that their manuscript coffers might not be as rich in thought of the class to which that contained in the article below belongs, as is the "Chronicle " of Chicago, and in many of those to which it was sent it has since been published: In the opening article of " McClure's Magazine " for March, 1902, the statement is made that Professor Loeb of Chicago conceives life and electricity to be the same; and also believes it to be the fact that, as the result of the magnificent work done by him and those assisting him, life may come to be prolonged. With the last statement I agree; but, as will appear from the pages of _a manuscript book entitled, "His Verses (with That in Them Which Is), for Those Kindest Hearted," copies of which were presented by me several years ago to libraries of Royal Societies in Ireland, Scotland and England, to the chief universities of those countries, to the chief universities of Australia and Canada, and to the chief universities of the United States of America, with the first statement I do not, in all respects, agree. In one of the poems con" tained in the manuscript book, the title of the poem being, " How to Overcome the Last Enemy," are these words: "For electrified is action: and (transmuted) will, through deeds, come a force to end all dying," etc., etc. Action is, indeed, as has been seen by Professor Loeb, the result of the operation of electricity; for, as in the poem stated, "electrified is action;" bat, back of electricity is something more subtle, which deter- mines its character — as to whether the manifested electricity will be negative or positive. This subtle something is thought. But thought is of two kinds. One kind is the kind in nature that is back of the impulse that causes the world to most highly honor and pay those willing, for such rewards, to take the lives of their fellows; the other is back of the impulse that will cause men rather to forego reward than accept it as the return coming for destruction to limb or life of the least of their fellows. It is the form of thought that prompts the highest known form of human courage, whose ultimate aim ever is not destruc- tion, but creation; whose offspring was the discovery of the X-ray, and such work as has been done^for which the world has not capacity suffi- cient to reward him — by Professor Loeb. Professor Loeb justly complains that, in America, rewards go, not to those engaged in such work as his, but rather to those who profit from politics. This is a discouraging fact. Still, to know this may give him heart to persist in his work: that outside of the walls of American uni- versities are artists, writers and discoverers working — and who have for long years worked — for whom such institutions have done, and do, nothing. But back of the gigantic natural force, whose initial or starting point is within the brain of man, is more than is above stated. The great storage battery for electricity in one of its forms of expression — that whose starting point is in imperialistic or despotic thought — is the cen- tral earth. And it was therefore not for nothing that the Seers of old prophesied for peoples seeking, above all other things, prosperity, a fate such as came upon Gomorrah and Sodom. For, back of the vague perception which, during the long ages, has been in the minds of men waiting to be worked out, that this earth can, because of their acts and thoughts, come to be destroyed by fire, there has been always, although it has not been put into formulated expression, a law and a scientific foundation. Injustice and its offspring coercion, or that action upon the part of any people through which it takes a portion of the earth's sur- WAR 161903 8 face away from any other people by violence, ever creates and stores up within the earth an electrical force that, going to and fro within it, is, step by step, performing the work that can some day cause the earth's surface to sink and collapse and molten lava and fire from within to come through the crevasses then formed, and spread out over its surface. Thought is a gigantic natural power and its operation not yet fully comprehended; but the time will come when it will be a fact apparent that all of those who, in pulpit or press, uphold the application of tort- ure to their fellow-men, such as was not practiced by the armies of pagan times, are, whether they are aware of the fact or not, but hasten- ing, by their thought and intent, the time of the arrival of such a final result. The prophets and poets of ancient times, although in their outer natures they had not yet come to see that, back of their prophecies, there rested a principle of science, yet had within them an intuitive consciousness of the fact that injustice, done by any man upon earth, brings about simultaneous changes within it; and they were wiser than they knew when their intuitions told them that hypocricy, brutaUty and greed on earth might bring about destruction fi'om within it if ever the time should come when such an abomination of desolation should make its appearance upon the earth as towns and villages having the torch set to them in liberty's name, and in that name gun and sword used to make of any place inhabited by man a wilderness. Unless work of that character ceases to be done, lightning, or the elec- tricity that the minds of men can create, will, by all men, be seen to fall from heaven. And. although from the time of the wotld's foundation, it has been in process of generation through each act of coercion and oppression, each act for expansion by conquest, although they have not yet all of them seen it, each man may, before the present generation shall have, all of it, departed, come, in many places, to see it. Adair "Weloker. LIBRARY OF CONGRESS