“’But back of Religion, back of experience, back of rational doubt or infidelity, the heart keeps up its importunate cry of hope.  We dare not crush out within us the sweet thought of reunion.  Upon that earth I lost a wife, who summed up to me everything of value, virtue, and beauty human life can claim.  The passionate desire to regain her, the defiant mutiny of my heart against any thought of her annihilation, made me turn to the shining hosts of heaven for reassurance.  In them somewhere I believed the vanished soul of my companion had flown.  This wonderful world was known to me, and what the wise men of the Earth said of its possible population.  It was then that with my son I devised, following certain suggestions, a system of wireless telegraphy.  We have both, my son and myself, felt certain that some disturbance was recorded by our instrument from some planet beyond the earth.  From that moment my son and myself felt convinced that we might be permitted to bring about a release of the inhabitants of the Earth from the narrow limits of its own surface, and launch out upon the spaces of the universe the messages that would return to us with some news of other worlds, or bring assurance that the Death of the world was but the swinging door to some new existence.

“’Men of Mars, that Death which tore from me my wife set his seal at last on me, but before the summons was executed, I had made arrangements in every possible detail to communicate with my son.  We agreed upon a cypher, and I have so imprinted each measure of our compact upon my memory that all of it is as clear to my mind as it was before I left the Earth.  Give me possession of your great instruments, let me bridge the millions of miles to our earth, and in an instant stir the populations of the Earth into fierce attention, so that from now on through all the coming years you Martians shall speak with the people of the earth and again from Mars, as from some relay station, messages shall pass outward to the stars, and thus from planet to planet the reinforced utterance may pierce the universe of worlds.’

“I finished; a great shout arose from the immense multitude; with one impulse the light blue metal caps were swung from their heads and tossed upward, while the cheers passing out into the streets were caught up, and in refluent waves of sound rolled back upon me like the murmur of a distant storm at sea.

“I do not think I was quite understood, but the chief feature of my speech was realized, and the Martians, quick to respond to any suggestion, and inflammable of nature, had become enthusiastic over the prospects of this new revelation.

“I stood an instant uncertain what I should do, or what new development would follow my evident popularity.  Suddenly a strong, ringing voice spoke from the gallery immediately in front of me.  It said—­I could not quite separate the speaker in the moving throng:  ‘Come to the Manana.’