who realise that true
health depends as much on poise of mind as on physical fitness._--[EDS.]

Of all the occupations which imagination gives us, surely none is more
popular or more delightful than the planning out of future days.
Pleasure and fame and honour, work and rest, comfort and adventure:
all things take their turn in our romances.

Not all the castles are for ourselves alone. In childhood it is our
school, our club, our town that is to be the centre of great events.
The young man's castle is a nest to which he hopes to bring a mate.
The mother sees the future coronet or laurel-wreath round the soft
hair of her baby's head. And we all build castles for the world
sometimes--at least for our own country or our own race. Sometimes we
knock them down and rebuild again in rather different shape--Mr Wells
has taught us what a fascinating game it is.

Sometimes, especially perhaps in little, unimportant things, our
imagination does centre chiefly around our own activities. What we
mean to do, what we might do, what we would like to do: there must be
something else besides selfishness and waste of time in the constantly
recurring thoughts.

Who does not know the charm of looking down the theatre-list of the
morning paper? One may be too busy or two poor to go often to the
play, but the very suggestion of all the colour and interest is
pleasant. Who does not like looking over prospectuses of lectures and
classes at the beginning of the winter session? "I _should_ like to go
to that course on Greek Art. Oh, it is on Mondays, then that is no
good. German, elementary and conversation. How useful that would be!
Gymnasium and physical culture; how I wish I had another evening in
the week to spare!"

Railway books, again, and guides and travel bills--how delightful they
are! It is easy to plan out tours for one's holidays up to the age of
100. "Brittany; oh yes, I must go there one day. And Norway, that must
really be my next trip." The Rockies, the cities of the East, coral
islands of the Pacific--they all seem to enrich our lives by the very
thought of their possibilities.

Again, who does not love a library catalogue? To go through with a
pencil, noting down the names of books one wants to read is a form of
castle-building by no means to be despised.

Some people get the same pleasure out of house-hunting; they see an
empty house and go and get the key in order to see over it. The
chances of their ever living t