ent. But
then she saw that it was a red light like a stormy sunset, with masses
of clouds in the sky, and a low sun very fiery and dazzling, which no
doubt to a hasty glance must have looked, with its dark shadows and high
lurid lights, like the fires of the bottomless pit. But when you looked
down you saw the reality what it was. The country that lay beneath was
full of tropical foliage, but with many stretches of sand and dry
plains, and in the foreground was a town, that looked very prosperous
and crowded, though the figures were very minute, the subject being so
great; but no one to see it would have taken it for anything but a busy
and wealthy place, in a thunderous atmosphere, with a storm coming on.
In the next there was a section of a street with a great banqueting hall
open to the view, and many people sitting about the table. You could see
that there was a great deal of laughter and conversation going on, some
very noisy groups, but others that sat more quietly in corners and
conversed, and some who sang, and every kind of entertainment. The
little Pilgrim was very much astonished to see this, and turned to the
painter, who answered her directly, though she had not spoken. "We used
to think differently once. There are some who are there and do not know
it. They think only it is the old life over again, but always worse, and
they are led on in the ways of evil: but they do not feel the punishment
until they begin to find out where they are and to struggle, and wish
for other things."

The little Pilgrim felt her heart beat very wildly while she looked at
this, and she thought upon the rich man in the parable, who, though he
was himself in torment, prayed that his brother might be saved, and she
said to herself, "Our dear Lord would never leave him there who could
think of his brother when he was himself in such a strait." And when she
looked at the painter he smiled upon her, and nodded his head. Then he
led her to the other corner of the room where there were other
pictures. One of them was of a party seated round a table and an angel
looking on. The angel had the aspect of a traveller, as if he were
passing quickly by, and had but paused a moment to look, when one of the
men glancing up suddenly saw him. The picture was dim, but the startled
look upon this man's face, and the sorrow on the angel's, appeared out
of the misty background with such truth that the tears came into the
little Pilgrim's eyes, and she