ain, you are safer here than in the house of your best friend
in Poland, or surrounded by your old-time host of armed warriors; for
violence is no more heard in this land, neither wasting nor destruction
within our borders. Our walls are Salvation; our gates, praise; and the
inhabitants of this city are all righteous. It is their inheritance
forever, for they are a branch of the Lord's planting, the work of His
hands, wherein He is glorified."

Neither of the strangers spoke. The words seemed to thrill them into
silence.

"Come, then, let us be going."

The carriage was awaiting; but it was not the travelers' own.

"No," was Paulus' answer to their inquiry, "your horses will rest. This
is our equipage."

They drove into the city.

"'Walk about Zion, and go round about her; tell the towers thereof. Mark
ye well her bulwarks, consider her palaces, that ye may tell it to the
generations following,'" said Paulus.

"You quote from the writings of the ancient Hebrews," said Remand.

"Yes; these 'holy men of God spake as they were moved by the Holy
Ghost,'" was the answer.

An hour's drive through indescribable grandeur brought them to a gate in
the wall which surrounded the temple, where they alighted. An attendant
took charge of the horses. Paulus led the way. A word to the keeper of
the gate, and they were permitted to pass. Surrounding the central
building, was a large open space laid out in walks, grass plats,
ornamental trees, and flowers. People were walking about. Guides and
instructors were busy with strangers, who seemed to have come from all
nations, by the varied manner of dress displayed, and the different
languages spoken.

"This," said Paulus, "is the sanctuary of freedom, the place of the
great King. From this center go the righteous laws that govern nations
and peoples. It is not time yet to proceed further, so we will walk
about the gardens."

"Is the great King here today?" asked Poland's ruler.

"I do not know; but the council will sit and transact all needed
business. And now I will tell you another thing: All whom you have met
or seen have appeared to you as mortal beings, as you or I; but in
reality, in our drive through the city, you have seen many immortal,
that is, resurrected, men and women; for you must remember that now the
righteous live to the age of a tree, and when they die, they do not
sleep in the dust, but are changed in the twinkling of an eye. These
visit with us, abide wit