Margravine, she sensed more of the beautiful side of the world than was the fashion of that stern age, and the spirit of her dreams was celestial and full of joy. Hyacinthine skies, purple peaks and mystical presences thronged her visions which were essentially of the sixth sense. The legend of the loaves miraculously converted into roses in order that she might avert the wrath of the cruel Margravine, whom she afterwards influenced into becoming a Christian, is one of the most tender and charming of the sacred legends.

The continuance of the sixth sense and of its dream gifts in the present workaday world is implied in an extract from the New York World, dated October 2nd, 1915:

MELODY DREAM HAUNTS GIRL FROM CHILDHOOD

MARIE HUGHES SPENDS TEN YEARS TRYING TO CATCH AN ELUSIVE TUNE

"A little eight-year-old girl had a dream about ten years ago in Chicago. She dreamed of sitting before a piano idly running her fingers over the keys when from the instrument issued forth the grandest music that she had ever heard. This music haunted her hours of wakefulness and at night she always dreamed of the same beautiful composition.

"As she grew older the dream of sweet music followed her. Her sleeping hours were filled with the mysterious music that haunted her brain. By day as she practiced at the piano she sought vainly to play the haunting melody, but while awake it ever eluded her. . . . Marie Hughes of Chicago is the girl of the haunting musical dream. After two years striving with the piano masters of Europe she has been unable to catch the dream melody. She is now a finished pianist but is not at all satisfied."

"When I am able to play the music that has run through my mind asleep and awake since I was a little girl I will feel that I have succeeded as a musician," says Miss Hughes. "I

don't think that any one has ever had such a strange dream experience as I have had."

"If I am ever able to play the mysterious, haunting piece that has followed me since childhood, it will be the greatest music in all the world. My dream experience makes me think of the old song, "The Lost Chord"! At night, when I am asleep I can hear each note distinctly and even when I am awake the mysterious, beautiful melody haunts me, but try as I may, I cannot play it on the piano.""

"SAW IRVING DIE IN DREAM

"Stage Manager of London Theatre Tells of a Remarkable Vision."

Special Cable to the New York Times.

"London, Wednesday, June 3.-Abe Tapping, stage manager of the Kingsway Theatre, London, relates an extraordinary dream he had about the time of the Empress of Ireland disaster, wherein he saw the exit of Lawrence Irving from life. He dreamed he was present at a gathering of a number of people in a handsomely appointed room. The people passed in solemn procession before Sir Henry Irving, who was seated and had the appearance of a dying man. Each person shook the actor by the hand in sad farewell.

"When all had passed, Sir Henry Irving rose and uttered these words: 'I can endure it no longer.' He placed his hand on his forehead and disappeared, death having claimed him.

"Tapping then for the first time noticed Lawrence Irving standing alone in the far end of the room. He said: 'I went toward him, stretching out my hands appealingly, exclaimed: "Don't you see what is happening? Your father is dying; he has left us forever."

"The son looked past me with amazement in his eyes, seemed for a moment as if he would collapse, but suddenly drawing

himself up and with a resolute expression followed his father with unfaltering steps. It was a most dramatic departure and made a deep impression upon me. There was no farewell on the part of the son whose call to go seemed to come suddenly and unexpectedly."

"Tapping afterwards saw a photograph of the Salon of the Empress of Ireland and recognized it as the room of his dream. He had never seen the vessel, nor was he aware that Lawrence Irving was aboard the Empress of Ireland."

The following dream, taken verbatim from an evening paper illustrates the catholicity of the gift of the sixth sense, which does not necessarily deal with the more serious side of life.

HER DREAM NETTED FORTUNE AT RACES

"Mrs. John D. Crawford, youthful wife of the proprietor of the Crawford House, Jamaica, L. I., admitted yesterday that she had won a fortune at the Belmont Park track a week ago by placing a bet on a horse of whose name she dreamed. It was the first bet that she ever made and she plunged.

"Her horse, Field Mouse, was quoted a 100 to I.

"Early on Saturday morning, May 16th, Mrs. Crawford shook her husband and in a frightened voice, begged him to save her from a field mouse that was chasing her about a field.

"Forget it and go to sleep; there's no mouse there, we aren't in camp,' said Crawford sleepily.

"At breakfast she reverted to the subject, saying she believed her dream had some significance. In the morning papers she found the horse Field Mouse entered. Then she grew excited.

"She was laughed at by her husband, but she finally coaxed him to let her put $100 on the horse.

"She sent the money in the track by her stepson. Mrs. Charles Sweeny, a friend of Mrs. Crawford, said she must

risk $5.00 on the dream, and Mamie Prendergast, housekeeper at the Crawford House, to whom Mrs. Crawford related her dream, drew five dollars and sent it along.

"It is true that I dreamed and won a lot of money,' said Mrs. Crawford yesterday. 'I have always been a dreamer and this is the second time that real benefit has resulted ... Once I dreamed a horse's head was being continually thrust into my face. . . . I could not elude it. It would dash at me, its eyes bulging and its nostrils distended. I told my aunt and she said it must be a warning against an ill-tempered horse my uncle intended driving that day. She told him of the dream and he did not drive the horse that day. The same day the horse went mad, kicked his stable to pieces and killed himself."

CHAPTER VI

“SLEEP THAT KNITS UP THE RAVEL'D SLEEVE OF CARE”

"For I am sure if any man were to wake that night in which he saw no dreams, and put it beside all the other days and nights of his whole life and compare them and say how many of them all were better spent or happier than that one night-I am sure that not the ordinary man alone, but the King of Persia himself, would find them few to count."-PLATO, The Apology, XXXII.

Sleep, says Boris Sidis, is not an abnormal condition, but a normal state; sleep and sleep conditions are a part and parcel of the individual.

Memory, the cardinal function of consciousness, is intensified during sleep, while the will power is comparatively nil. In this condition the external world bears no interest for the dreamer and those external stimuli that impress themselves upon the consciousness are transformed into totally different effects. The slamming of a door becomes a mighty thunderclap, the crackling of a log fire assumes the horror of a battle, the hum of a mosquito vibrates into the rhythm of an orchestra. Despite certain phases of memory abnormally developed in the dream state, this faculty itself becomes erratic and unaccountable, and proportionately few dreams are recalled by the dreamer upon awaking. And although normal sleep has been established as a condition of perpetual dreaming, the majority of dreams, formed as they are in the crypts of deepest slumber and dragged from the depths of the subconsciousness, or the soul, do not rise to the shallows of the waking consciousness. The dreams that are remembered by the average dreamer are those which come immediately before rousing, when consciousness is strengthening in the crepuscular light of