of people, and the place was all splendidly lit up! It was enough
to take a body's breath away. Sandy says,--

"That is the way we do it here. No time fooled away; nobody
straggling in after the curtain's up. Wishing is quicker work than
travelling. A quarter of a second ago these folks were millions of
miles from here. When they heard the last signal, all they had to
do was to wish, and here they are."

The prodigious choir struck up,--


We long to hear thy voice,
To see thee face to face.


It was noble music, but the uneducated chipped in and spoilt it,
just as the congregations used to do on earth.

The head of the procession began to pass, now, and it was a
wonderful sight. It swept along, thick and solid, five hundred
thousand angels abreast, and every angel carrying a torch and
singing--the whirring thunder of the wings made a body's head ache.
You could follow the line of the procession back, and slanting
upward into the sky, far away in a glittering snaky rope, till it
was only a faint streak in the distance. The rush went on and on,
for a long time, and at last, sure enough, along comes the
barkeeper, and then everybody rose, and a cheer went up that made
the heavens shake, I tell you! He was all smiles, and had his halo
tilted over one ear in a cocky way, and was the most satisfied-