consolation, both for those who are here and those who are left." "Well, I don't know about that," answered the other. "After all, what does life in the other world amount to? It is merely a preparation for this. It is of so short a space, as compared with the life we live here, that it is hardly worth while to interfere with it one way or another. By the time you are as long here as I have been, you will realize the truth of this." "Perhaps I shall," said Brenton, with a sigh; "but, meanwhile, what am I to do with myself? I feel like the man who has been all his life in active business, and who suddenly resolves to enjoy himself doing nothing. That sort of thing seems to kill a great number of men, especially if they put off taking a rest until too late, as most of us do." "Well," said Ferris, "there is no necessity of your being idle here, I assure you. But before you lay out any work for yourself, let me ask you if there is not some interesting part of the world that you would like to visit?" "Certainly; I have seen very little of the world. That is one of my regrets at leaving it." "Bless me," said the other, "you haven't left it." "Why, I thought you said I was a dead man?" "On the contrary," replied his companion, "I have several times insisted that you have just begun to live. Now where shall we spend the day?" "How would London do?" "I don't think it would do; London is apt to be a little gloomy at this time of the year. But what do you say to Naples, or Japan, or, if you don't wish to go out of the United States, Yellowstone Park?" "Can we reach any of those places before the day is over?" asked Brenton, dubiously. "Well, I will soon show you how we manage all that. Just wish to accompany me, and I will take you the rest of the way." "How would Venice do?" said Brenton. "I didn't see half as much of that city as I wanted to." "Very well," replied his companion, "Venice it is;" and the American city in which they stood faded away from them, and before Brenton could make up his mind exactly what was happening, he found himself walking with his comrade in St. Mark's Square.