And slowly as we heard you, day by day, The stillness of enchanted reveries Bound brain and spirit and half-closèd eyes, In some divine sweet wonder-dream astray; To us no sorrow or upreared dismay

I do not advise you, young man, even if my illustration strikes your fancy, to consecrate the flower of your life to painting the bowl of a pipe, for, let me assure you, the stain of a reverie-breeding narcotic may strike deeper than you think for.

DREAM-CHILDREN A REVERIE Children love to listen to stories about their elders, when they were children; to stretch their imagination to the conception of a traditionary great-uncle, or grandame, whom they never saw.

It is a strange oversight, and I would respectfully suggest to any aspiring writer who has the reverie faculty, that there is here an unworked field of boundless extent.