This will be in the future--far, very far off.

But what do centuries matter in the life of humanity! They are like seconds in our existence.

On the day when man shall be transformed into this superior being, with the full development of all his intellectual faculties, now so embryonic, this earth will no longer be the vale of tears spoken of by religion, but the paradise dreamed of by the poets." In spite of the enthusiasm with which Gabriel spoke, his hearers did not appear to share these illusions.

They were silent, and their attitude was one of coldness before the immense distance of that future to which their master confided all his hopes of universal prosperity.

They wished for it at once, with the eagerness of a child who is shown a dainty which is afterwards put out of its reach.