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incessantly altered their aspect, or gave place to new ones, but there was something which did not change, but on the contrary seemed to gather weight and durability all the while. This was the attention point,—the focalization of all the soul's observant powers nor did it undergo any permutation whatever. I stood, as previously intimated, in the center of a crystaline, sphere. It was translucent, but not transparent. Nothing beyond its glory-tinted walls was discernible, but all within it stood revealed in grand and cryptic light, which, as already observed, appeared to proceed from my own head. The vertical diameter of this sphere was not more than fifty yards, its horizontal one somewhat more,—for its form was slightly ellipsoidal. Its floor was as a polished mirror, reflecting not only my own image, but those of all things else within its beautiful walls. In this mirror-like surface I beheld my person and features most distinctly; and it was quite a matter of surprise to discover that I was, without the slightest effort on my part, completely and beautifully clothed in garments of a fashion and style which, of all others, I should have selected, had opportunity for so doing been presented. Here is a new mystery of the Soul-world which may well engage the attention of Psychologians. Depending from my neck and shoulders was a long and flowing robe, apparently seamless, and woven of lightest gossamer. The fore-arms and left shoulder joint were bare, and I noticed that they, as well as my hands, had lost the sickly caste, and shrunken, shrivelled appearance formerly characterizing them. Now, to my great delight, they were fair, plump, and of the most dazzling and voluptuous mould and