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The voice replied not A flashing opal brilliancy shot across the light in which I rested, and I beheld an Angel, grand, lofty, majestic, with a countenance in which shone the lustre of a s

"Spirit that art escaped from the Sorrowful Star," it said in accents clear and sonorous, "wouldst thou indeed be content to suffer the loss of heavenly joy and peace, in order to rescue thy perishing creation?"

"I would!" I answered; "if I understood death, I would die to save one of those frail creatures, who seek to know ht upon theel, "to understand death, thou wouldst need to become one of them, to take upon thyself their form--to imprison all that brilliancy of which thou art now composed, into a mean and common case of clay; and even if thou couldst accomplish this, would thy children know thee or receive thee?"

"Nay, but if I could suffer shame by the would be incapable of error, and I would show these creatures of mine the bliss of purity, the joy of wisdoht, the certainty of immortality, if they followed me And then I would die to show the they would come to me and find their happiness for ever!"

The stature of the Angel grew nificent, and its star-like eyes flashed fire

"Then, oh thou wanderer from the Earth!" it said, "understandest thou not the Christ?"

A deep awe treht a world appeared to roll up like a cloudy scroll, and vanished, and I knew that it had been a vision, and no el--"thou who art but one point of living light in the Supreme Radiance, even THOU wouldst consent to immure thyself in the darkness of mortality for sake of thy fancied creation! Even THOU wouldst submit to suffer and to die, in order to show the frail children of thy dream a purely sinless and spiritual exae to plead with the One All-Sufficing Voice against the destruction of what to thee was but a iveness, pity! Even THOU wouldst be willing to dwell a in thy inner self that by so doing, thy spiritual presence would have marked thy little world for ever as sanctified and impossible to destroy