“Here is another: 

“’War!  War!  England, Germany, France, Russia and the United States are preparing!’

“Yes, you have read your histories.  You know all about that.  What do you think of this?”

“’Millions of the people’s money have been expended by those in office to purchase votes.  A set of corrupt political bosses rule the nation.’

“Still another: 

“‘A gang of tramps capture a train—­’”

The reader did not finish, but laid the paper down and looked out of the open door.  He did not speak for some time; then turning, said: 

“Brothers, thank God that you live in the Millennium of the world.  My heart grows sick when my mind reverts back to the scenes of long ago.  I passed through some of them.  I learned my lessons in a hard school; but God has been good to me.  He has known me all along, and has given me just what I needed.  Shall we visit the buildings?  Shall we see the children who grow up without sin unto salvation?  Come with me.”

From room to room, from building to building, they went.  Children, children, everywhere—­bright, beautiful children.  Oh, it was a grand sight!  Hark!  They sing—­a thousand voices; and such music!

“Are there special visitors today?” asked Paulus.

“Yes; come let us go outside and see them.”

They stepped out on to a portico where they could see the throng of children standing on a large lawn outside.  They were singing a song of welcome, and through the trees could be seen three men approaching.  The children made way for them, and they walked through towards the building.

“Look well at them as they pass,” said the instructor; “you may recognize them.”

They walked with the sprightliness of youth though their hair was white as snow.  They smiled at the children as they passed.

“Two of the faces are familiar,” remarked Remand, “but the third is strange.  Surely, surely—­”

“Surely you did not expect to see George Washington and Martin Luther in the flesh, walking and talking as other men?”

“Never.”

“It is they.”

“And the third?”

“The third is Socrates of old.”

“What is their mission?”

“They are about to speak to the children.  They have been at the school of the prophets all morning, and now they come from the high school yonder.  You see what advantages today’s students of history have.”

“Has the knowledge of God exalted men to the society of resurrected beings?”

“Your senses do not deceive you,” was the reply.

“Now I must go,” said the instructor.  “Farewell, and peace be with you.”

He went into the house again, the three following directly, but they saw nothing more of him.

III.

  “Every beast of the forest is mine, and the cattle upon a thousand
  hills * * * for the world is mine, and the fulness
  thereof.”—­Psalms 50:10, 12.