‘Are they not driven out?’ he asked, and the Fairy smiled, and explained that Time had burned a picture into each pane, but not of the kind one usually sees; they were alive, the leaves on the trees moved, and people came and went like the reflections in a mirror.

Then he looked through another pane, and he saw Jacob’s dream, with the ladder going straight up into heaven, and angels with great wings were fluttering up and down.  All that had ever happened in this world lived and moved on these window panes; only Time could imprint such wonderful pictures.

[Illustration:  The Fairy of the Garden now advanced to meet them; her garments shone like the sun, and her face beamed like that of a happy mother rejoicing over her child.]

The Fairy smiled and led him into a large, lofty room, the walls of which were like transparent paintings of faces, one more beautiful than the other.  These were millions of the Blessed who smiled and sang, and all their songs melted into one perfect melody.  The highest ones were so tiny that they seemed smaller than the very smallest rosebud, no bigger than a pinpoint in a drawing.  In the middle of the room stood a large tree, with handsome drooping branches; golden apples, large and small, hung like oranges among its green leaves.  It was the Tree of Knowledge, of whose fruit Adam and Eve had eaten.  From every leaf hung a shining red drop of dew; it was as if the tree wept tears of blood.

‘Now let us get into the boat,’ said the Fairy.  ’We shall find refreshment on the swelling waters.  The boat rocks, but it does not move from the spot; all the countries of the world will pass before our eyes.’

It was a curious sight to see the whole coast move.  Here came lofty snow-clad Alps, with their clouds and dark fir trees.  The horn echoed sadly among them, and the shepherd yodelled sweetly in the valleys.  Then banian trees bent their long drooping branches over the boat, black swans floated on the water, and the strangest animals and flowers appeared on the shore.  This was New Holland, the fifth portion of the world, which glided past them with a view of its blue mountains.  They heard the song of priests, and saw the dances of the savages to the sound of drums and pipes of bone.  The pyramids of Egypt reaching to the clouds, with fallen columns, and Sphynxes half buried in sand, next sailed past them.  Then came the Aurora Borealis blazing over the peaks of the north; they were fireworks which could not be imitated.  The Prince was so happy, and he saw a hundred times more than we have described.

‘Can I stay here always?’ he asked.

‘That depends upon yourself,’ answered the Fairy.  ’If you do not, like Adam, allow yourself to be tempted to do what is forbidden, you can stay here always.’

‘I will not touch the apples on the Tree of Knowledge,’ said the Prince.  ‘There are thousands of other fruits here as beautiful.’