I HAVE just had a vivid dream, and though I am now thorough- ly awake, I am living in that dream still. It was the dream of a strange place and people. I seemed to be part of both one of its residents, and as I write this now I seem less to be drawing upon my imagination than to be de- scribing what I live myself. First and foremost certain ideas hover in the air and seem almost tangible. I have been many times in an electric power-house where everywhere motion was the insistent thought and feeling and yet my eye saw not a thing revolve. So in this dream place certain ideas are like the atmospheric pressure round us, invisible and intangible, and yet they seem to pulsate in all that lives. Of these ideas, two stand out pre-eminently; they are the Children, and the Aged.