One day a man appeared on the hill-top o'er-looking this wondrous city, and by his magic power, being filled with music, with color-music, he cast a spell, and behold a pastel city by the sea--such an one as only those who dream could think of; a city glowing with warmth of color, with a softness and mystical charm such as only the brain of _Jules Guerin_ could produce. He is the conductor of this wondrous symphony, this beautiful Mozart fantasia, and if you listen, you can hear the strains of the great beautiful melodies wafted now east, now west, now north, now south, rising to great climaxes, falling back to great chords of harmony, or, in an allegro movement, causing you almost to trip with delight in the joy of it all. Your eye is enthralled with the beauty of the coloring. One sees turquoise green domes floating in a silver-moated ether, long colonnades of glacial ice columns leading to regions beyond, where quiet silver pools throw back the mirrored glories. Battalions of daffodils holding their long sabres, stand in the _South Garden_ making ready for the great festival. Soon those daffodils will raise their golden trumpets and will sound the fanfare at the opening of the Great Jubilee, and up will spring _two hundred thousand_ wide-eyed yellow pansies to look and wonder at the marvelous beauty, and help in the hallelujah chorus that will be one great paeon of joy, one splendid hymn of praise. And the blue eucalypti against the walls will lend their voices, the yellow acacias will add their cadences; while down by the great lagoon, ten thousand periwinkles will dance for joy. Far out on the waters will be intoned to the rhythm of the waves, a chorus from white robed water-lilies who like a throng of choristers will send their anthems rippling over the sun kissed waves. The _Spirit of the East_ that has added its domes, its minarets, its soft-glowing colors will remain and join hands with the _Spirit of the West_, that strong, pulsating, energetic spirit, and the harmony produced will vibrate from the shores of the Occident to the shores of the Orient, and bring about a better understanding; a great world peace. And the world will come to listen. The great music will sound across the waters, and the world will be the better in its way of thinking, of working, of living--and all because of the great beauty. Wonderful is it to be living today, to have the opportunity of watching the beginning of this mighty growth; to be present at one of the world's greatest events. And the pastel city by the sea will not leave us, for as the years go on, whatever be our mission, the vision of this dream-city will float before us, leading us to finer, higher works, strengthening our ideals, and causing us to give only of our finest fibre. [Illustration] TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES: Text in italics is indicated with underscores: _italics_.