me. I was sleepy from old habit at first,
but that passed. Presently it occurred to me that things were happening
in the Study with the boy, that the little girl could ill afford to
miss; and also that he would feel more at ease if I could divide my
attention upon him with another, so I rearranged her plans somewhat, and
there were two.

As I recall, The Abbot had been coming about three weeks, when I related
certain occult teachings in regard to the stars; matters very far from
scientific astronomy which conducts its investigations almost entirely
from a physical standpoint. You may be sure I did not speak
authoritatively, merely as one adding certain phases I had found
interesting of an illimitable subject. The next day he slipped in alone
and a bit early, his "hello" hushed. I looked up and he said, almost
trembling:

"I had a wonderful night."

The saying was so emotional for him that I was excited as in the midst
of great happenings.

"Tell me," I said, drawing nearer.

"It's all here," he replied, clearing his voice.

His own work follows, with scarcely a touch of editing. The Abbot called
his paper--

A VOICE THROUGH A LENS

Some people say that by thinking hard of a thing in the
day-time, you may dream about it. Perhaps this that I had
last night was a dream, but it was more than a stomach dream.
I like to think it was a true vision. Before bedtime I was
reading out of two books; a little pamphlet on astronomy
containing the nebular theory, and another that told about
the planetary chain.

The planetary chain was a continuation of the nebular theory,
but in the spiritual form. It was that which threw me into
the vision. I was away from the world; not in the physical
form but in another--the first time I have ever lost my
physical body. When I awoke from the vision, I had my clothes
still on.

As I drifted off into that mighty sleep, the last thing I
heard on earth was my mother playing and singing, "The
Shepherd's Flute." It dulled my worldly senses and I slowly
drifted away into the pleasant spiritual valley. Who could
drift off in a more beautiful way than that?...

I was gradually walking up the side of a large mountain to an
observatory of splendour. The turret was crowned with gold.
As I opened the door and stepped inside, I saw a large
telescope and a few chairs. The observer'