Journeys to the Planet Mars; or, Our Mission to EntoWeiss, Sara
Religion
Journeys to the Planet Mars; or, Our Mission to Ento
Weiss, Sara
Mars (Planet) -- Miscellanea; Spirit writings
But in thy time and way, oh Thou Infinitely Supreme One,
Thou wilt bring them into a knowledge of the grandest of all truths,
the continuity of life. Friends, if I have spoken at too great length,
you will pardon me. One thought so easily leads to another, and old
memories, like ghostly shades, so clamor for recognition, that they,
not I, must make my apology.
[Illustration: ERINC[A:] MICAN[A:]]
De L'Ester--Make no excuses for having made us your debtors, but here
is George, every line of his face suggesting that he has discovered
something of interest.
George--I cannot say that I have made a discovery, but nearby is
something that will interest Gentol[a:] and Bernard.
De L'Ester--Lead the way and we will follow. Ah, a fountain and the
temple garden and conservatories. Gentol[a:], more than two years ago
Aaron Poole drew for you a flowering vine he named Enrica; look about
you and learn if it may be one of this great variety of shrubs, plants
and vines.
Gentola--It is indeed; the moment we came here I noticed it draping
that trellis and climbing up yonder wall. With its luxuriant foliage
and profusion of pink blossoms, how very pretty it is. Poole did not
tell me that it was an Ento vine, and when I questioned him he only
said, "It is not of this Planet."
De L'Ester--That is just like him. I fancy that he thought to some time
surprise you by showing you the original.
George--He has promised to meet us here, for indeed it was here that
he sketched the Enrica vine which afterward he drew for Gentol[a:].
Always he is so prompt in his engagements that I am surprised that he
has not yet arrived. While awaiting his coming we may look at this
pretty fountain. The central figure of the group, holding aloft the
cluster of rodels (the national flower) is very fine, indeed the entire
composition of male and female figures is admirable. That sun illumined
jet of water, thrown high into the air, thence felling downward
envelops the group as with a shining veil. Gentol[a:], Bernard, come
and look into this basin.
Bernard--Mother, dear, as sure as anything these are gold and silver
fishes. Do not they exactly resemble those you have on Earth? Yes, they
are larger, and their tails and fins are oddly shaped; otherwise the
resemblance is very close.
De L'Ester--Lohaû, lohaû, ēmano Poole. For some time George has been
fretting and fuming over your late arrival; now he is so occupied as to
be oblivious of your presence.
Aaron Poole--I greet you all, and I beg a thousand pardons for having
kept you waiting.
George--Aaron, I shall no longer hold you up to admiring worlds as a
model of punctuality. You are a full hour late.
Aaron Poole--Allow me to greet Gentol[a:], then I shall explain my
delay. Gentol[a:], I rejoice that at last we meet face to face.
Although for nearly ten years we have held frequent converse, and your
face has grown as familiar to me as is my own, only now you see me.
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