When our skies are filled with demons-- In famine or in feast-- We cower before the lightning, And we kneel before the priest; When we grovel in the caverns, The laying on of hands, Our service and our substance, Our faith and fear, commands. But we peer into the heavens-- Recking not the frown nor rod-- Till we gain a glimpse of Euclid, Then we're face to face with God. _SCENE VIII.--Act V._ "WORTHY OF HIS HIRE." And it was decreed that the lives of those who wrought should be spared. As Leo Bergin, before he retired, himself took a deep interest in all industrial affairs, he reported Oseba in profusive detail as the labor situation of Zelania was discussed. There had been an intermission and lunch, and the audience, feeling refreshed, showed deep interest in a problem, the solution of which had taxed the best energies of the ablest statesmen in many countries for many generations. As a text for his pleasing sermon, Oseba said:-- "To you, my children, to the Shadowas of Cavitorus, it will seem strange, but among the Christian Outeroos there is industrial confusion about everywhere, with little prospect of early harmony--for Zelania alone is a land without strikes, without class hatred, and, of those having parliaments, without a labor party in the legislature." I conclude from the notes:-- Zelania was settled by an excellent class of people, and though too much of the better lands, as before remarked, were at first allowed to fall into few hands, influenced by the isolation and distance from the scenes that created the old precedent, by the novelty of the environment, from the necessities of discovering new expedients to satisfy the new demands or conditions, and from the quickening influence of new competition in a new, free, and exhilarating climate, there was a rush of brains to the head in Zelania, and a new shuffle of the cards was called. Where none were rich, and all had to hustle, the "grafter" was respected. A community of interests arose, and he who wrote and he who wrought marched shoulder to shoulder, choosing from among themselves the instruments or servants through which the public conscience should find expression in law. In questions of colonial policy, none invoked the "shades of honored sires," none appealed to the "experience of the ages," none asked or cared what Britain or America was doing, but "how can we construct the most comfortable edifice from the material at hand?" was the problem they sought to solve. If all those who have prayed, struggled, fought, and died for liberty, from Otanes, the Persian, down to the swarthy sons of Cuba or the Philippines, could behold this scene, they might well say--not in the words of Mr. Oseba--"Lord, now lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peace, for mine eyes have seen Thy salvation."