They were all compelled to work in some way or another; they were all doomed to die.

Yet, unlike the dwellers on Earth, they did not, because their lives were more or less constrained and painful, complain of or deny the goodness of God--on the contrary, they believed in a future state which should be as perfect as their present one was imperfect; and the chief aim and object of all their labours was to become worthy of attaining that final grand result--Eternal Happiness and Peace.
"Readest thou the lesson in these glowing spheres, teeming with life and learning ?" murmured Azul to me, as we soared swiftly on together.
"Know that not one smallest world in all the myriad systems circling before thee, holds a single human creature who doubts his Maker.

Not one! except thine own doomed star! Behold it yonder--sparkling feebly, like a faint flame amid sunshine--how poor a speck it is--how like a scarcely visible point in all the brilliancy of the ever-revolving wheel of Life! Yet there dwell the dwarfs of clay--the men and women who pretend to love while they secretly hate and despise one another.
There, wealth is a god, and the greed of gain a virtue.

There, genius starves, and heroism dies unrewarded.

There, faith is martyred, and unbelief elected sovereign monarch of the people.