I thought of all the crime and folly, the deceit, violence, and wretchedness lurking behind that pure and peaceful ray. Alas! how could I tell her the truth and destroy her illusions. She was innocent as a child, and an instinct warned me to keep the knowledge of evil from her, while a contrary spirit urged me to speak.
"You might not find it so fair as it looks from here."
"I am sure it cannot be an evil world since you come from it. To us it is a sacred star."
"If the inhabitants could see it as I do now, perhaps the sight would make them lead better lives—would shame them into being worthier of their dwelling-place."
"Are they not good?" she asked with a look of wonder and sorrowful compassion. "Then how unhappy they must be."
"Some are good and some are bad. Everything is mixed in our world—the strong and the weak—the rich and the poor—the happy and the miserable."
"But do the good not help the bad?"
"Yes, to a certain extent; but life is a struggle there; every man for himself; and the good very often find it hard to secure a little happiness for themselves."
"How can they be happy when they know that others are suffering and in want, that others are bad? I long to go and help them."
"Darling, you are an angel, and I adore you; but, believe me, you alone could do very little. One has already come and taught us how to love and cherish each other, that the strong should help the weak, the rich give to the poor, and the happy comfort the wretched. His followers believe that He came from Heaven, and yet after nineteen hundred years I am afraid that some of them do not fully understand the plain meaning of His words, or else find it convenient to ignore them."