Some wore Crowns like Kings, others carry'd Golden Palms in
their Hands. Glorious then and agreeable to the Eye, was the sight
of the inexpressible Harmony of their Melody, in Singing the Praises
of their Lord and Maker. Each of them rejoiced at his own Happiness,
and at that of every other. And all of them, who saw the Soldier,
Praised God upon his coming among them, and rejoiced at his
Deliverance from the Devils. Here was neither Heat nor Cold, nor
anything else that cou'd incommode or molest; but all things
peaceable, quiet, still, agreeable. Many more things did the
Soldier, see and hear in this happy Region than any Tongue or Pen
cou'd express.
"When he had then satiated his Eyes and Ears, the Bishops spoke to
him after this manner."
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"After this discourse the venerable Prelates took the Soldier up to
the Top of a Mountain, commanded him to look up and tell them what
colour the Sky over his head appear'd to him to be of. The Soldier
answer'd that it appear'd to him to be of the colour of Gold in a
fiery Furnace. 'That (say they) which thou see'st is the Gate of
Paradise. By this Gate those that are taken up from us go into
Heaven. And you are to know further, that while we continue here, we
are constantly fed once a day with Food from Heaven, but that you may
know what sort of Food, and how pleasant it is, you shall, God
willing, Feel and Taste it with us.
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