I.

"Arise, shine; for thy light is come, and the glory of the Lord is

risen upon thee. * * * And the Gentiles shall come to thy light and

kings to the brightness of thy rising."--_Isaiah 60:1, 3._

The sun in its downward course had reached the hazy zone, which, bounded

by the clear blue above and the horizon below, extended around the green

earth; in the west, the round disk of the sun shone through it, and

tinged the landscape with a beautiful, mellow light.

It was midsummer. The sun had been hot all the day, and when on that

evening two men reined in the horses they were driving, and paused on

the summit of a small hill, a cool breeze reached them, and they bared

their heads to the refreshing air. Not a word was spoken as they gazed

on the scene before them; its grandeur and beauty were too vast for

words.

Before them, to the west, lay the city, the object of their long

journey--before them, it lay as a queen in the midst of her

surroundings. At first sight, it seemed one immense palace, rather than

a city of palaces, as the second view indicated. Street after street,

mansion after mansion, the city stretched away as far as the eye could

reach, mingling with trees and gardens.

Rising from the center of the city was the temple. Its walls shone like

polished marble, and its towers seemed to pierce the sky, as around

about them a white cloud hung. This cloud extended from the temple as a

center, over the whole city, and seemed as it were a covering.

The sun sank behind the horizon; still the cloud glowed with light, as

if the sun's rays still lingered there.

For ten minutes the carriage had paused on the elevation, and the two

men had gazed in silence. Then the driver, as if awakening from a dream,

gave the horses the word to go, as he said:

"We must drive on."

"Yes; night is coming on."

The second speaker was a middle aged man of commanding bearing. He

leaned back in the carriage as they sped onward.

"So this is the world renowned city," he said, "the new capital of the

world to which we all must bow in submission; within whose borders sit

judges and rulers the like of which for power and wisdom have never yet

appeared. Truly, she is the rising light of the world. What say you,

Remand?"

"'Tis indeed a wondrous sight, your majesty. The reality far exceeds any

reports that have come to us."

"It is well, Remand, that we chose this slower mode of coming into the

city. Electricity would have brought us here in a fraction of the time;

but who would miss this beautiful drive?"

They were already within the outskirts of the city. Although all that

day they had driven through a most beautiful region of cities and fields

and gardens, the latter being gorgeous with flowers and fruit, yet the

glory of this city far surpassed anything they had yet beheld. Over the

smooth, paved roadway, their carriage glided noiselessly. The blooming

flowers and trees shed sweet odors in the air. Buildings and gardens,

arranged in perfect symmetry, delighted the eye. The song of birds and

the hum of evening melodies charmed the ear. Men, women and children and

vehicles of all kinds were continually passing.

The shades of night crept over the landscape; still the cloudy covering

of the city glowed with brilliant light. The darker the night became,

the brighter became the cloud, until the palace, built of marble and

precious stone, appeared in its soft, clear light like the colors of the

rainbow.

"Your majesty, must we not soon seek some place to rest for the night?"

"Yes, you are right. Do you think anyone will suspect our true

character?"

"No one save ourselves, within thousands of miles, knows that you are

the king of Poland."

"I do hope so, Remand, for I wish to see these things from the point of

view of a commoner. See, there is the pillar of fire spoken about.

Truly, my good friend, the glory of the Lord is risen upon this place."

Hardly were the words spoken before the carriage drew up to a gateway,

or open arch, which spanned the road. A man appeared and inquired of the

travelers where they were going. On being informed that they were

strangers come to see the city, the man bade them wait a few minutes.

Soon he returned.

"As you are strangers and wish to rest for the night, you will please

alight and receive that which you need. Your horses will be taken care

of. Come." They drove along a road leading to a large house. Grooms took

charge of the horses, and they themselves were ushered into a room,

which, for convenience and beauty of finish, was not surpassed even by

the king of Poland's own palaces. Soon fruits and bread were placed

before them, and they were shown couches where they would rest for the

night.

Though weary with their day's journey, the travelers could not sleep.

The strangeness of it all bewildered them, and they talked about it far

into the night.

Next morning they were awakened by song birds that had taken position in

a tree near their open window, and were now pouring forth a chorus of

welcome. How beautiful was the morning! Earth and sky were full of the

perfume of flowers and the song of birds. The cloud still hung over the

city.

From the garden they were called into the dining room, where a meal was

spread before them. Fruits and fruit preparations of a dozen kinds;

breads, cakes and vegetables, drinks from the juice of fruits: this was

the bill of fare.

After they had eaten, the person who had met them the evening before,

entered, and announced that their carriage was ready for their drive;

or, if they chose to take the cars, they would get within the city much

quicker, but, of course, would miss some interesting sights.

"We prefer to see all," replied the king.

"Then come with me."

The king and Remand followed into another room where they met a young

man who was to be their escort. The first now retired, and the young man

advanced and shook their hands.

"Be seated for a moment," said he. "My name is Paulus. I am to conduct

you into the city, and be your guide for the day. Such is the rule

here." The speaker also took a seat by the table. The king and his

companion sat opposite.

"In this city," continued Paulus, "there can be no hypocrisy, no deceit

of any kind. I am instructed, therefore, to tell you that your true

name, character, and mission is known. You are the king of Poland, and

you his counselor and friend."

The king started, changed color, and looked towards Remand.

"How--how is that?" he stammered.

Paulus smiled. "Do not be alarmed, my dear sir. You were known before

you entered the first gate yesterday. These people have entertained you

with a full knowledge of what you are; nevertheless, the treatment you

have received has been in no wise different from that which is given to

every honest man who comes to this city for righteous purposes, no

matter be he high or low, rich or poor, in the estimation of the world.

You see, true worth and righteousness are the only standards of judgment

here. Again, you are safer here than in the house of your best friend

in Poland, or surrounded by your old-time host of armed warriors; for

violence is no more heard in this land, neither wasting nor destruction

within our borders. Our walls are Salvation; our gates, praise; and the

inhabitants of this city are all righteous. It is their inheritance

forever, for they are a branch of the Lord's planting, the work of His

hands, wherein He is glorified."

Neither of the strangers spoke. The words seemed to thrill them into

silence.

"Come, then, let us be going."

The carriage was awaiting; but it was not the travelers' own.

"No," was Paulus' answer to their inquiry, "your horses will rest. This

is our equipage."

They drove into the city.

"'Walk about Zion, and go round about her; tell the towers thereof. Mark

ye well her bulwarks, consider her palaces, that ye may tell it to the

generations following,'" said Paulus.

"You quote from the writings of the ancient Hebrews," said Remand.

"Yes; these 'holy men of God spake as they were moved by the Holy

Ghost,'" was the answer.

An hour's drive through indescribable grandeur brought them to a gate in

the wall which surrounded the temple, where they alighted. An attendant

took charge of the horses. Paulus led the way. A word to the keeper of

the gate, and they were permitted to pass. Surrounding the central

building, was a large open space laid out in walks, grass plats,

ornamental trees, and flowers. People were walking about. Guides and

instructors were busy with strangers, who seemed to have come from all

nations, by the varied manner of dress displayed, and the different

languages spoken.

"This," said Paulus, "is the sanctuary of freedom, the place of the

great King. From this center go the righteous laws that govern nations

and peoples. It is not time yet to proceed further, so we will walk

about the gardens."

"Is the great King here today?" asked Poland's ruler.

"I do not know; but the council will sit and transact all needed

business. And now I will tell you another thing: All whom you have met

or seen have appeared to you as mortal beings, as you or I; but in

reality, in our drive through the city, you have seen many immortal,

that is, resurrected, men and women; for you must remember that now the

righteous live to the age of a tree, and when they die, they do not

sleep in the dust, but are changed in the twinkling of an eye. These

visit with us, abide with us for a time to instruct us. Because you are

a ruler among the nations, you will be permitted to see the assembling

of the council, and receive instruction from it. The time is drawing

nigh. Let us be going."

Great crowds of white-robed men were flocking into the temple. The three

followed. The king and Remand gazed in wonder at those who had been

pointed out as being resurrected beings, and their wonder increased when

they could see no marked difference between them and the rest of

mankind, save perhaps in the calm, sweet expression of the face, and

the light which appeared to beam from the countenances of the immortals.

They certainly were not unreal, shadowy beings.

Entering a wide hallway, they soon arrived at the council chamber. Its

glory dazzled the beholders. In the midst of this room was a vast throne

as white as ivory, and ascended by seventy steps. On each side of the

throne were tiers of seats, rising one above the other. The seats were

rapidly being filled, but the throne remained vacant.

"The King is not here today," whispered Paulus.

Then a soft, sweet strain of music was heard. It increased in volume

until a thousand instruments seemed to blend into one melody. Suddenly,

the vast assembly arose as one man and joined in a song of joy and

thanksgiving.

"Guide--dear friend," whispered the king of Poland, "I am overcome, I

cannot remain."

"I feel faint," said Remand, "I fear I shall perish."

"Come, then, we had better go," answered Paulus. "This is all we shall

see at present. We shall now go into another room and wait the council's

adjournment; then you will have an interview with one delegated to talk

with you."

From the hallway they entered a smaller room, decorated with beautiful

pictures and adorned with statuary. Books, newspapers and magazines were

at hand, and when the visitors were tired of gazing, they sat down by a

table.

They had not long to wait before word came that the king and his

friends should enter another room close by. Paulus would wait for their

return. The two found a venerable looking man awaiting them, who, upon

their entrance, arose and said:

"Welcome, welcome, to the Lord's house. I may not call you king of

Poland--there is but one King on this earth--but I will call you

servants of the King, as we all are. Be seated.

"I am instructed to tell you that, as a whole, the King is pleased with

the manner you are conducting your stewardship. The Spirit of our Lord

moved upon you to take this journey to his capital, and you chose to

come as you did. That is well enough. Tyrants do not enter this city,

and your presence here is assurance to you that you are justified.

"It is well that you have disbanded your armies, and that your

instruments of war have been made into plows and pruning hooks. Remember

the law that the nation and kingdom that will not serve the Lord shall

perish. The King grants to all His subjects their free agency in the

matter of religion, forcing no one to obey the gospel law; still He is

the King of the earth; it is His, and He made it, and has redeemed it;

and He now wills that all nations shall come under one government

organized by Him in righteousness. For a thousand years the earth must

rest in peace; then comes the great and dreadful day of the Lord.

"And now, another thing. There have been some complaints from your

country that the servants of the Lord who have been sent to preach the

gospel to your people, have not had that perfect freedom which is

desired. Please see to it that they are not molested while peaceably

promulgating religious doctrines."

"I shall see to it," answered the king of Poland.

For some time they counseled together; then the two withdrew, and joined

Paulus, who conducted them out into the city.