"
The lightness of speech was painfully forced. Vannelle turned to me and
said, slowly,--
"Have you been here before?"
"No."
"Has any one described to you this house or its contents?"
"No."
"Then thought has been conveyed from mind to mind in unconditioned
purity. It is as I had supposed. We are brothers forever."
The next day, after an early breakfast, Vannelle summoned me to the
study. I glanced distrustfully at the confusion of the room, which
seemed in strange contrast with the exquisitely neat and even
fashionable attire of its proprietor. A smile of proud pity touched the
lips of Vannelle, as he seemed to divine my thought. Then, as if I had
read them in letters of light, these words seemed to answer me:--
"Shall we, the stewards and guardians of the highest interests of
mankind, fret our souls at trifles,--we, who are to be instruments in
marshalling the race from slavery and folly to wisdom and freedom?
Behold, in one bound, the hovels and palaces of earth shall be alike,
and, floating free in spiritual space, we will win such dominion as the
highest graduates in saintship dimly perceived, but were never able to
declare!"
These thoughts, energizing the brain of my companion, seemed thrown into
my consciousness with far more distinctness than if they had been
uttered.
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