They looked on works of such magnitude that the surface of the star had not been able to uphold them—steeds of immense strength and majestic in motion, vehicles moving a thousand men at once. As this vision also vanished, Regan asked: “Is then our Earth so inferior?” “In size and in beauty, yes; in revelation from God blessed above many others.” Then rose their star as it was to look in the future. “The dearest land of all!” exclaimed Rondah. “Parzelia!” “What moving thing is that? What crosses in those swallowing waters?” cried Regan. “Is it a ship for my seas at last?” “Why need a ship where silver bridges span all channels?” and the man laughed, which strangely shocked them all till they remembered he was not a god. He was even no angel. The island grew as a plant; the visions might be the product of any mind which had had so long to invent. A holier man of greater length of life. This only. And still in the picture moved the immense vehicle safely through the sea. The sides were veiled in silver and diamond foliage. Sometimes the water surged on its sides, sometimes it was hidden behind smoke of volcano. It moved on. Then Regan saw stone paws stamping in the water heavily. “It is the island—the island, which lives!” cried he, in triumph. “Man of Earth, that is the last of this kind of revelation,” said the man of might. “Remember well all I shall show you, for after the gate closes when you return to the outer star it will never be again unbarred! It will be a barrier as impassable as the gulf which separates the lost from happiness! I, under the star, you, upon it, will have our separate existences from now forever! When I depart, you will not know, you will never hear a whisper of our life again! Therefore learn now. The island shall take you to volcanic south or to north no longer arctic. It shall carry your colonists to every land where Jupiter shines. “See the faint remembrances of my former life! I have made all the models very much smaller than they were of old!” Then they entered a great building and looked on mysteries innumerable, and on devices for purposes unknown, superseding all earthly art. Machines were there which walked through mountains to tunnel them, others for lifting a continent, if the feat were necessary; machines for flying, contrivances for communicating with other spheres. These were a few among the many of which they could comprehend the use, but not the principle. There were walls of lace-work in gold, temples of lace-work in amber, masses of gem-sheened fabrics, piles of jewels, long lines of golden statuary, and marvels of wind harps with pipes to make mystic music without hands. When they were weary the man said: “Come float on the sea!”