of Light.  His motives are always just.  There are no parties, for there are no policies.  Life is so simple.  Beauty and knowledge only rule us.  Character, as you, as I, knew it on the earth, does not exist.  There are no temptations, and we live as children of Light, in a sort of childhood of feeling, with great gifts of mind.  But even living is noble.  There is indeed rivalry.  Yes, envy is with us.  We worship God in great temples in services of song.  Sermons are never heard.

“’In this city the great designers live, also the men who work at the deep problems of life and thought and matter; and the sculptors.  It is the next largest city to Scandor.  Scandor is far away.  I never saw it.  Glass work is done here and throughout Mars.  Making the blue metal which you see, quarrying stone and ore and coal for the smelters and glass factories, the fabrication of dress material and fabrics for houses, making our boats and canal ships, cutting down the forests in the Martian highlands, cultivating fruits and flowers and the great wheat fields are the chief industries, and there are lesser lines of work, as the potteries and the instrument makers.

“’There are no industries in the City of Light.  It is employed as I told you.  Its population is constantly changing, for spirits like you are reincarnated here, and these new multitudes come and go.  To-morrow, the ships on the canals will carry many away.  The spirits, as you did, when they enter the city, wander as they will; they enter the houses, the workshops, the laboratories, everything in obedience to their instinctive choice.  The people of the City of Light are therefore largely engaged in caring for them as they fall into bodily forms, clothing, feeding, housing them.

“’Each householder and all citizens report to the Registeries what spirits have come to them, and whence they came, and the great diversion and entertainment of our people is to listen to the stories of other worlds, which these new arrivals bring.  Memory does not survive long and they soon forget their past history.  It is best so, except in fugitive and dreamlike fragments, unless they are great.

“’According to their desire or aptitudes, the spirits are sent away when Martianized to the different parts of Mars, and many stay here with us in the workshops and laboratories.

“’Besides Music, the people of Mars delight in recitation, and in the City of Scandor I hear there are great theatres or public places where recitations and concerts and even noble operas are held.  Many of these are brought to us by great spirits from other worlds, their own works in poetry or prose or music.  In Scandor there are great orchestras with all the instruments we had upon the earth, and the paper, Dia, is published there, which is read everywhere in Mars.  There are few books, no schools in the common sense.  The thinkers have assemblies and there are announcements and explanations of discoveries.