And on the bed, connected with him by a faintly luminous cord, lay the white, still, beautiful form of a dead boy.

"And that was my body!" he cried, in awestruck wonder, though his words caused no vibration in the air.
He looked at himself, and saw that he was glorious, encircled by a radiant fire-mist.

And he was throbbing and pulsating with life, able to move hither and thither without effort, free from lameness, free from weight, strong, vigorous, full of energy, poised like a bird in the pure air of heaven, ready to take his flight in any conceivable direction at the faintest motion of his own will.

Then the resplendence that enveloped him extended, until the whole room was full of it; and in the midst of it there stood a very sweet and gracious figure, robed in white drapery, and with eyes of intensest love, more beautiful to look at than anything that Austin had ever dreamed of.

"Mother!" he whispered, as he glided swiftly towards her.
The walls and ceiling of the room dissolved, and a wonderful landscape, the pageantry and splendour of the Spirit Land, revealed itself.