We shall require no machine, nor projectile, nor material contrivance of any kind to be enabled to contemplate them in all their grandeur and to appreciate them fully and intelligently.

Our souls, enlightened by the emanations of the Eternal Wisdom, shall revel forever in the blessed rays of Eternal Knowledge!" "A grand view to take of it, dear friend Barbican;" replied Ardan, "and a consoling one too.

The privilege of roaming at will through God's great universe should make ample amends for missing the Moon!" M'Nicholl fixed his eyes on Barbican admiringly, feebly muttering with hardly moving lips: "Grit to the marrow! Grit to the marrow!" Barbican, head bowed in reverence, arms folded across his breast, meekly and uncomplainingly uttered with sublime resignation: "Thy will be done!" "Amen!" answered his companions, in a loud and fervent whisper.
* * * * * They were soon falling through the boundless regions of space with inconceivable rapidity!.