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THE AGE AND DESTINY OF THE EARTH. 509

righteous and "meek" of the earth, who will inherit it in their resurrected state. The Lord has revealed that "the earth abideth the law of its creation," and when it has fully filled the measure thereof, "it shall be cruwned with glory; even with the presence of the Father;" that "although it shall die, it shall be quickened again" and shall be inhabited by beings clothed with the celestial glory: that "for this intent was it made and created." (See Doc. and Cov. sec. 88:17-26) There are many other particulars con- cerning the future of this planet, formed by the Eternal as a dwelling place for this branch of the great family of which he is the Head, but on these we will not discourse further at present. Suffice it to say that this globe in its purified, immortalized condition is to be the inheritance of the Saints of God wherein "the will of God will be done" as it is obeyed in heaven, for his kingdom will come upon it in the fulness of his glory, and he will visit it in person, and Christ, his Son, will reign over it, and then there will be no more sickness or sorrow, darkness'or diabolism, war or conflict, pain or death. For Satan who once ruled it will be bound with all his h jsts, away from its vicinity, and it will no more bring forth anything that will tend to evil or dissolution, but only that which will perpetuate life and extend jov and pleasure and peace. Its elements are eternal; its organization, when quick-

ened by the Holy Spirit, will be "after the power of an endless life;" it will be clothed with celestial glory, shining like "a sea of own light and be glass mingled with fire;" it will scintillate in its numbered among the ransomed worlds, basking in the everlasting effulgence of its Maker's presence. Its beginning as a planet was away back in countless ages; its end will be nevermore. Liverpool, England.

A FRAGMENT,

Grieve not for that which might have been; Think, think of what you yet may be, The future may yield golden fruit; The past is but a barren tree.— Grace Ingles Frost.