piccolo to sub-bass had been drawn. No angel flying interstellar
spaces, no soul fallen overboard and left behind by a swift-sailing
world, need fear being left in awful silences.

There seems to be good evidence that electrical disturbances in the sun
are almost instantly reported and effective on the earth. It is
evident that the destructive force in cyclones is not wind, but
electricity. It is altogether likely that it is generated in the sun,
and that all the space between it and us thrills with this unknown
power.[1] All astronomers except Faye admit the connection between sun
spots and the condition of the earth's magnetic elements. The
parallelism between auroral and sun-spot frequency is almost perfect.
That between sun spots and cyclones is as confidently asserted, but not
quite so demonstrable. Enough proof exists to make this clear, that
space may be full of higher Andes and Alps, rivers broader than Gulf
Streams, skies brighter than the Milky Way, more beautiful than the
rainbow. Occasionally some scoffer who thinks he is smart and does not
know that he is mistaken asks with an air of a Socrates putting his
last question: "You say that 'heaven is above us.' But if one dies at
noon and another at midnight, one goes toward Orion and the other
toward Hercules; or an Eskimo goes toward Polaris and a Patagonian
toward the coal-black hole in the sky near the south pole. Where is
your heaven anyhow?" O sapient, sapient questioner! Heaven is above
us, you especially; but going in different directions from such a
little world as this is no more than a bee's leaving different sides of
a bruised pear exuding honey. Up or down he is in the same fragrant
garden, warm, light, redolent of roses, tremulous with bird song, amid
a thousand caves of honeysuckles, "illuminate seclusions swung in air"
to which his open sesame gives entrance at will.

II. But there will be in space what the world has become. It is
nowhere intimated that matter had been annihilated. Worlds shall
perish as worlds. They shall wax old as doth a garment. They will be
folded up as a vesture, and they "shall be changed." The motto with
which this article began says heavens pass away, elements melt, earth
and its works are burned up. But always after the heaven and earth
pass away we are to look for "new heavens and a new earth." On all
that God has made he has stamped the great principle of progress,
refinement, development--rock