"It is so nice and peaceful here; I like to think of all those tired workers resting after their labours--their work done." "I think you make a mistake there," returned Malcolm, falling at once into her vein of thought.

"Resting, true, but their work is certainly not finished: it is only broken off, because probably they have reached a part that can only be carried on under certain conditions." Elizabeth turned round in her quick way.

"Say that again!" she exclaimed eagerly, and Malcolm repeated his speech.
"I like that," she murmured: "if one could only grasp that thought." "There is no difficulty, surely," he replied.

"People often talk of continuity of life, and continuity of love, and why not continuity of work?
Think of all the thousands of workers who have gone hence, many of them in the prime of their youth or manhood--votaries of science, of art, pioneers and missionaries, soldiers of the Cross, and soldiers of the Queen--a vast army that no man can number!" Here Malcolm paused.
"Yes, yes--oh, please go on!" Elizabeth was drinking in his words as though they were new wine.
"You know what the Wisdom of Solomon says: 'In the sight of the unwise they seemed to die, and their departure is taken for misery;' but," looking at her with a smile, "you and I know better than that." "And you think, as Mr.Carlyon does, that there will be active life and work there ?" and Elizabeth's large sad eyes were full of yearning as she asked the question.
"How could I face the future if I did not believe it ?" returned Malcolm earnestly.

"Why are these talents, these gifts of genius, this thirst for knowledge given to us, if they are not to be developed and turned to account hereafter?
Think of the conditions under which such work will be done"-- and here Malcolm's voice was full of enthusiasm--"the wisdom of the ages around us, the great ones of the earth--in whose footprints we have striven to walk--beside us in the fulness of their majesty--no hindrances, no physical weakness, no painful conflict between the human will and the clouded intellect: the heir of all the ages will have entered his goodly heritage.