_Mary Ann._--"I am Captain of the 4th detachment ... allow me to play you a hymn of my own composition" (_takes up her cornet_). _Betsy._--"I am the solo-singer of Clapton Barracks; let me sing you something." _Saint Peter._--"My good people, do you take these sacred regions for a Whitsuntide fair? Dear, dear! who sends me all these folks up here? Will you have done this moment; it's horrible!" _Mrs. B._--"Now then, make room for my followers, and let us be shown to the Seraphs' Hall...." _Saint Peter._--"My worthy friends, I am ready to forgive you. You have got into the wrong train: your tickets are for Bedlam.... Have the goodness to retire." _Mrs. B._--"Retire! Ah! if the General were only here, we should not be treated like this. We call upon you to show us to the places that are reserved for us." _Saint Peter._--"I do not know you." _Susie._--"I play the Alleluiah trombone." _Saint Peter._--"There they are, at it again! Go to Jericho, with your Alleluiah trombone, your tambourines, your field-marshal, your captains, and blood and fire soldiers.... Those English people will drive me mad.... Once more, will you move on? You see very well that you are causing an obstruction, there are elect behind you who cannot pass in.... Upon my word, those English people look upon Paradise as a British possession. (_All at once the sweetest music is heard; the sound of harps becomes more and more audible._) My friends, have the goodness to stand quite still for a few minutes in a respectful attitude, whilst these blessed ones are passing." (_Twelve seraphs, resplendent with light, advance, preceded by lutes and harps; they smile as they pass before Saint Peter; they continue on their way._) _Mrs. B._--"Who are those blessed ones so dazzling with light?" _Saint Peter._--"They are six-winged seraphs of the first hierarchy, who have been here nearly five hundred years; and I may take the opportunity of telling you that they have never given me the slightest trouble. Gentle, peaceful...." _Mrs. B._--"But who were they on earth? To what sect did they belong?" _Saint Peter._--"They are Incas, of the ancient empire of Peru." _Mrs. B._--"What! savages! people who wear rings in their noses! Well, I never thought to be insulted like this."