ever-singing choir. It was the day of triumph for the saints, and their
ears were not disturbed by the cries of terror, nor were their hearts
distracted by the opening of the earth to receive the wicked.

As the saints were caught up, the wicked fell into pits and have not
been seen since. The flames that issued from the rending globe set
everything on fire. Who can select language sufficiently graphic to
portray such a lurid dissolution of a planet, and the gathering of the
faithful, quick and dead?

Thus was this large world purified by fire while the saints were
gloriously enraptured. After the fury of this burning was passed, the
great Creator of the universe made a new world whereon righteousness
dwelled.

The saints became the possessors and rulers of this whole sphere, living
in joy and peace unprecedented. It has been the happiest six hundred
years since the beginning of this planet. How long this period will
continue no one seems to know, and but few are conjecturing, for each
soul is completely happy and congenially employed.

The time will come, however, when this blissful period will be at an
end, only to give way to a state of existence infinitely greater and
more glorious, which in our language would be called Heaven.

[Illustration: Beginning of the Millennium.]

I will briefly describe a few characteristics of this Millennial life as
I saw it and as it is now existing.