**This is the road ! I have just found it. All the
roads men have gone by before have led them
wrong ; but we shall be all right now : follow me !"

In one age, by sword and fire, and other kinds
of eloquent appeal, we drive men up to heaven
through one gate, and in the next generation we
furiously chase them away from that same gate ;
for we have discovered that it is a wrong gate, and
leads, in fact, to perdition, and we hurry them off
by another route entirely.
So, like chickens in a dusty highway, we scuttle



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round and round, and spin about and cry, and
none of us knows the way home.
It is sincerely to be hoped that we do all get to
this heaven one day, wherever it may be. We
make hullaballoo enough about it, and struggle
hard enough to squeeze in. We do not know
very much what it is like. Some fancy it is an
exhibition of gold and jewels ; and others, that it
is a sort of everlasting musical "At Home." But
we are all agreed that it is a land where we shall
live well and not do any work, and we are going
to have everything our own way and be very
happy ; and the people we do not like will not be
allowed in.
