I saw new shades of blue, green, violet and red, all mingled in one grand, glorious glimmering light. It is all lighted by wonderful electric lights. In this large city there are lovely flowers and trees around the temples and each home. No two houses are close together, even in the large cities. “Ruth, my darling girl, the sun rises in beauty here and sets in more grandeur and glory than you have just witnessed. Our sunlight is bright and more vivacious than on earth. Our nights seem like twilight. Our darkest midnight in summer is only a soft calm, gentle, subtle, twilight. Our clouds float very high; we see each beautiful design distinctly. Science and our many trees cause the rain to come periodically. We have summer and winter, seed time and harvest, the same as you do. We live a simple life here. We love one another and help each other all we can. All those who own farms here are educated; they study agriculture, and gradually work their way to wealth and happiness. A farmer here is loved in the same manner as a banker or king on earth, only more. “Our temples, our schools are free. We are happy. We have no slaves. Work is an honor here. Most commerce is carried on by means of these wonderful connecting canals—many great minds have worked on these perfect canals for years. These canals are the direct causes of our great wealth. The rich could control the waters of the earth the same as we do, in time. The money used for war alone would do it. Our big airships, our boats, our cars, are all propelled by electrical energy. Our airships carry from ten to one hundred people at once. All airships can sail very high or low. Many airships are made just for two,—just for lovers. I will order a little airship for two now, mentally. Darling, you see I do not need to hunt up a telephone. All Martians carry their own telephones in their heads. Long distance doesn’t cost us a cent. There are about ten beautiful live salty oceans here. Remember, dear, there is a natural law in all spiritual worlds. All water and land here is now under perfect control. Now, babe, I will show you from our airship the mighty net work of our vast great canals running from pole to pole, from north to south. Near the center of Mars they also run from east to west to irrigate little farms. High gates control these canals. Our Martians are wonderful engineers. These great gates are raised by wonderful machinery and operated by electricity. Doll, our public schools are still more wonderful and more numerous than the canals. Why not? We are a little higher than the earth; a little nearer Heaven. Dear, we are traveling at the rate of 186,280 miles a second, about as fast as wireless telegraphy. We are floating in space on electric waves and can travel as fast as thought. Earth-bound souls cannot travel at all beyond the first plane; they are wicked and have wasted their energy in sin and idleness. Come, Doll, my sweet child, and put your pretty,