when it
smiles under the light of the Millennium, but I minimized the glory that
is yet to come to us, judging by what I saw on this delightfully
charming planet. I have no assurance, however, that the coming
Millennium of our world will be altogether similar to the one I saw.

This glorious Millennium was ushered in about six hundred years ago, and
I readily learned the general particulars of its commencement. The world
had been very wicked prior to the dawn of this new age. The majority of
the people disregarded all spiritual truths, causing the darkness of sin
to hang like a heavy pall over the nations of this planet.

There were earnest devotees who lived in the light and love of God, and
who preached and pleaded with the thoughtless and the indifferent.
Notwithstanding all the efforts put forth on the part of the righteous,
the generations of this distant world became more and more wicked until
the Millennial dawn.

In the fullness of time the Millennium was ushered in by the appearance
of the chief angel who came with several hundred thousand attending
spirits. At the approach of these celestial regiments the atmosphere far
above the planet was darkened by ominous clouds through which the
approaching legions shone with unearthly brightness. All this occurred
in the twinkling of an eye, even before the busy millions could look
upward. Then the chief angel and his magnificent host circled in the
air, singing the resurrection song, which was augmented by ten thousand
trumpeters, while the forked and sheet lightnings flashed in unison with
the imposing waves of music, and heavy thunders contributed the bass
intonations.

The celestial choir continued during one revolution of the planet. The
vast throng sang in the air as the planet revolved on its axis. As each
section of the globe came beneath the long extended line of melodious
angels, the marvelous change took place for that section. The sleeping
saints came forth from their graves and, with the living saints, were
caught up into the air. This continued until this most eventful day was
finished.

The scenes that occurred with the ungodly during this awful day beggar
all description, so much so that I shall not attempt to describe the
remorseful wails of horror that rent the air, only to be drowned by the
ever-singing choir. It was the day of triumph for the saints, and their
ears were not disturbed by the cries of terror, nor were their hearts
distracted by