“’Our life in many ways is like the life on earth, but less active, more contemplative, and sin and money-making are almost absent.  The wicked of all sorts have one fate; they are fired off the planet.  We can overcome the attraction of gravitation by our Toto powder.  These executions are strange to earth eyes.  You will see them.  The Toto powder is also a motive power.

“’We have a medium of exchange, silver, and there are rich and poor with us, but no poverty.  There can be no armies nor navies.  The government carries on extensive works of improvement and keeps the canals and pays its laborers.  The government supports this City of Light and the people here are paid for the number of spirits they care for and assist.  Happiness reigns on Mars, but it is a pensive happiness.  We never, because of the singular physiology of our bodies, can know the boisterous and passionate joys of earth, neither do we know many of the ills of the flesh.  We have sickness and there are accidents.  We have a death, but it is like evaporation.  We decline again after a long life to the spirit stage and vanish.  So there are partings here, and the old sadness of the end as on earth; but the gaiety of children, the ambition of youth, the devotion of parents is unknown.’

“His voice sank, he bent his head upon his hands, and a sort of tremor ran through him, and when again he looked upon me his eyes shone with moisture, and the hot tears ran down his cheeks.  Memory might be fleeting on Mars, but the loved ones of the earth were yet remembered, and the abysses of the eternal void of space could never be crossed by the wave of speech or recognition.  This was the pathos of the Martian life.

“I was shown by him, as the slowly arising sweetness of fatigue showed itself within me, to a bedchamber of charming simplicity.  The graceful bedstead of the blue metal was covered with snowy covers, curtains hung at the windows also white.  The furniture of the room was of a sort of pale, red wood obtained in the great Martian forests where the trees known as the Ribi grow, whose leaves and flowers have a pink tint, which in seasons of fruitage is more intense, and present enormous areas of extraordinary beauty.

“This room was at the top of one of the many branching wings of this composite astronomical laboratory.  To reach my room we walked through hallways all illuminated with the phosphorescent glowing balls while the radiant patterns in the walls shone also with a pale beauty.  These balls possess a wonderful lighting power and besides their self-illumination can be stimulated into the most intense brilliancy by electric currents with which the Martians are profoundly acquainted.  The electrical displays on Mars surpass description and the waves of magnetism I am now utilizing to send to you these messages are ten miles in amplitude.

“I fell asleep, quickly lulled into an almost death-like slumber by the cadence of innumerable fountains.  Near the Patenta is the Garden of Fountains, which I shall tell you about in another message.  It was the plash and rivulous current of these water courts that brought on sleep.