to　mean；　the　thought　of　it　does　not　trouble　me　over　much。　Meanwhile
  what　I　seek　is　the　vision　of　those　I　love。
  Now　I　have　this　power。　Occasionally　when　I　am　in　deep　sleep　some　part
  of　me　seems　to　leave　my　body　and　to　be　transported　quite　outside　the
  world。　It　travels；　as　though　I　were　already　dead；　to　the　Gates　that
  all　who　live　must　pass；　and　there　takes　its　stand；　on　the　Great　White
  Road；　watching　those　who　have　been　called　speed　by　continually。　Those
  upon　the　earth　know　nothing　of　that　Road。　Blinded　by　their　pomps　and
  vanities；　they　cannot　see；　they　will　not　see　it　always　growing　towards
  the　feet　of　every　one　of　them。　But　I　see　and　know。　Of　course　you　who
  read　will　say　that　this　is　but　a　dream　of　mine；　and　it　may　be。　Still；
  if　so；　it　is　a　very　wonderful　dream；　and　except　for　the　change　of　the
  passing　people；　or　rather　of　those　who　have　been　people；　always　very
  much　the　same。
  There；　straight　as　the　way　of　the　Spirit　and　broad　as　the　breast　of
  Death；　is　the　Great　White　Road　running　I　know　not　whence；　up　to　those
  Gates　that　gleam　like　moonlight　and　are　higher　than　the　Alps。　There
  beyond　the　Gates　the　radiant　Presences　move　mysteriously。　Thence　at
  the　appointed　time　the　Voice　cries　and　they　are　opened　with　a　sound
  like　to　that　of　deepest　thunder；　or　sometimes　are　burned　away；　while
  from　the　Glory　that　lies　beyond　flow　the　sweet…faced　welcomers　to
  greet　those　for　whom　they　wait；　bearing　the　cups　from　which　they　give
  to　drink。　I　do　not　know　what　is　in　the　cups；　whether　it　be　a　draught
  of　Lethe　or　some　baptismal　water　of　new　birth；　or　both；　but　always　the
  thirsting；　world…worn　soul　appears　to　change；　and　then　as　it　were　to
  be　lost　in　the　Presence　that　gave　the　cup。　At　least　they　are　lost　to
  my　sight。　I　see　them　no　more。
  Why　do　I　watch　those　Gates；　in　truth　or　in　dream；　before　my　time？　Oh！
  You　can　guess。　That　perchance　I　may　behold　those　for　whom　my　heart
  burns　with　a　quenchless；　eating　fire。　And　once　I　beheldnot　the
  mother　but　the　child；　my　child；　changed　indeed；　mysterious；　wonderful；
  gleaming　like　a　star；　with　eyes　so　deep　that　in　their　depths　my
  humanity　seemed　to　swoon。
  She　came　forward；　she　knew　me；　she　smiled　and　laid　her　finger　on　her
  lips。　She　shook　her　hair　about　her　and　in　it　vanished　as　in　a　cloud。
  Yet　as　she　vanished　a　voice　spoke　in　my　heart；　her　voice；　and　the
  words　it　said　were
  〃Wait；　our　Beloved！　Wait！〃
  Mark　well。　〃Our　Beloved；〃　not　〃My　Beloved。〃　So　there　are　others　by
  whom　I　am　beloved；　or　at　least　one　other；　and　I　know　well　who　that　one
  must　be。
  *****
  After　this　dream；　perhaps　I　had　better　call　it　a　dream；　I　was　ill　for
  a　long　while；　for　the　joy　and　the　glory　of　it　overpowered　me　and
  brought　me　near　to　the　death　I　had　always　sought。　But　I　recovered；　for
  my　hour　is　not　yet。　Moreover；　for　a　long　while　as　we　reckon　time；　some
  years　indeed；　I　obeyed　the　injunction　and　sought　the　Great　White　Road
  no　more。　At　length　the　longing　grew　too　strong　for　me　and　I　returned
  thither；　but　never　again　did　the　vision　come。　Its　word　was　spoken；　its
  mission　was　fulfilled。　Yet　from　time　to　time　I；　a　mortal；　seem　to
  stand　upon　the　borders　of　that　immortal　Road　and　watch　the　newly　dead
  who　travel　it　towards　the　glorious　Gates。
  Once　or　twice　there　have　been　among　them　people　whom　I　have　known。　As
  these　pass　me　I　appear　to　have　the　power　of　looking　into　their　hearts；
  and　there　I　read　strange　things。　Sometimes　they　are　beautiful　things
  and　sometimes　ugly　things。　Thus　I　have　learned　that　those　I　thought
  bad　were　really　good　in　the　main；　for　who　can　claim　to　be　quite　good？
  And　on　the　other　hand　that　those　I　believed　to　be　as　honest　as　the　day
  well；　had　their　faults。
  To　take　an　example　which　I　quote　because　it　is　so　absurd。　The　rooms　I
  live　in　were　owned　by　a　prim　old　woman　who　for　more　than　twenty　years
  was　my　landlady。　She　and　I　were　great　friends；　indeed　she　tended　me
  like　a　mother；　and　when　I　was　so　ill　nursed　me　as　perhaps　few　mothers
  would　have　done。　Yet　while　I　was　watching　on　the　Road　suddenly　she
  came　by；　and　with　horror　I　saw　that　during　all　those　years　she　had
  been　robbing　me；　taking；　I　am　sorry　to　say；　many　things；　in　money；
  trinkets；　and　food。　Often　I　had　discussed　with　her　where　these
  articles　could　possibly　have　gone；　till　finally　suspicion　settled　upon
  the　man　who　cleaned　the　windows。　Yes；　and　worst　of　all；　he　was
  prosecuted；　and　I　gave　evidence　against　him；　or　rather　strengthened
  her　evidence；　on　faith　of　which　the　magistrate　sent　him　to　prison　for
  a　month。
  〃Oh！　Mrs　Smithers；〃　I　said　to　her；　〃how　/could/　you　do　it；　Mrs。
  Smithers？〃
  She　stopped　and　looked　about　her　terrified；　so　that　my　heart　smote　me
  and　I　added　in　haste；　〃Don't　be　frightened；　Mrs。　Smithers；　I　forgive
  you。〃
  〃I　can't　see　you；　sir；〃　she　exclaimed；　or　so　I　dreamed；　〃but　there！　I
  always　knew　you　would。〃
  〃Yes；　Mrs。　Smithers；〃　I　replied；　〃but　how　about　the　window…cleaner　who
  went　to　jail　and　lost　his　situation？〃
  Then　she　passed　on　or　was　drawn　away　without　making　any　answer。
  Now　comes　the　odd　part　of　the　story。　When　I　woke　up　on　the　following
  morning　in　my　rooms；　it　was　to　be　informed　by　the　frightened　maid…of…
  all…work　that　Mrs。　Smithers　had　been　found　dead　in　her　bed。　Moreover；
  a　few　days　later　I　learned　from　a　lawyer　that　she　had　made　a　will
  leaving　me　everything　she　possessed；　including　the　lease　of　her　house
  and　nearly　￡1000；　for　she　had　been　a　saving　old　person　during　all　her
  long　life。
  Well；　I　sought　out　that　window…cleaner　and　compensated　him　handsomely；
  saying　that　I　had　found　I　was　mistaken　in　the　evidence　I　gave　against
  him。　The　rest　of　the　property　I　kept；　and　I　hope　that　it　was　not　wrong
  of　me　to　do　so。　It　will　be　remembered　that　some　of　it　was　already　my
  own；　temporarily　diverted　into　another　channel；　and　for　the　rest　I
  have　so　many　to　help。　To　be　frank　I　do　not　spend　much　upon　myself。
  THE　HARE
  Now　I　have　done　with　myself；　or　rather　with　my　own　insignificant
  present　history；　and　come　to　that　of　the　Hare。　It　impressed　me　a　good
  deal　at　the　time；　which　is　not　long　ago；　so　much　indeed　that　I
  communicated　the　facts　to　Jorsen。　He　ordered　me　to　publish　them；　and
  what　Jorsen　orders　must　be　done。　I　don't　know　why　this　should　be；　but
  it　is　so。　He　has　authority　of　a　sort　that　I　am　unable　to　define。
  One　night　after　the　usual　aspirations　and　concentration　of　mind；　which
  by　the　way　are　not　always　successful；　I　passed　into　what　occultists
  call　spirit；　and　others　a　state　of　dream。　At　any　rate　I　found　myself
  upon　the　borders　of　the　Great　White　Road；　as　near　to　the　mighty　Gates
  as　I　am　ever　allowed　to　come。　How　far　that　may　be　away　I　cannot　tell。
  Perhaps　it　is　but　a　few　yards　and　perhaps　it　is　the　width　of　this
  great　world；　for　in　that　place　which　my　spirit　visits　time　and
  distance　do　not　exist。　There　all　things　are　new　and　strange；　not　to　be
  reckoned　by　our　measures。　There　the　sight　is　not　our　sight　nor　the
  hearing　our　hearing。　I　repeat　that　all　things　are　different；　but　that
  difference　I　cannot　describe；　and　if　I　could　it　would　prove　past
  comprehension。
  There　I　sat　by　the　borders　of　the　Great　White　Road；　my　eyes　fixed　upon
  the　Gates　above　which　the　towers　mount　for　miles　on　miles；　outlined
  against　an　encircling　gloom　with　the　radiance　of　the　world　beyond　the
  worlds。　Four…square　they　stand；　those　towers；　and　fourfold　the　gates
  that　open　to　the　denizens　of　other　earths。　But　of　these　I　have　no
  knowledge　beyond　the　fact　that　it　is　so　in　my　visions。
  I　sat　upon　the　borders　of　the　Road；　my　eyes　fixed　in　hope　upon　the
  Gates；　though　well　I　knew　that　the　hope　would　never　be　fulfilled；　and
  watched　the　dead　go　by。
  They　were　many　that　night。　Some　plague　was　working　in　the　East　and
  unchaining　thousands。　The　folk　that　it　loosed　were　strange　to　me　who
  in　this　particular　life　have　seldom　left　England；　and　I　studied　them
  with　curiosity；　high…featured；　dark…hued　people　with　a　patient　air。
  The　knowledge　which　I　have　told　me　that　one　and　all　they　were　very
  ancient　souls　who　often　and　often　had　walked　this　Road　before；　and
  therefore；　although　as　yet　they　did　not　know　it；　were　well　accustomed
  to　the　journey。　No；　I　am　wrong；　for　here　and　there　an　individual　did
  know。　Indeed　one　deep…eyed；　wistful　little　woman；　who　carried　a　baby
  in　her　arms；　stopped　for　a　moment　and　spoke　to　me。
  〃The　others　cannot　see　you　as　I　do；〃　she　said。　〃Priest　of　the　Queen　of
  queens；　I　know　you　well；　hand　in　hand　we　climbed　by　the　seven
  stairways　to　the　altars　of　the　moon。〃
  〃Who　is　the　Queen　of　queens？〃　I　asked。
  〃Have　you　forgotten　her　of　the　hundred　names　whose　veils　we　lifted　one
  by　one；　her　whose　breast　was　beauty　and　whose　eyes　were　truth？　In　a
  day　to　come　you　will　remember。　Farewell　till　we　walk　this　Road　no
  more。〃
  〃Staywhen　did　we　meet？〃
  〃When　our　souls　were　young；〃　she　answered；　and　faded　from　my　ken　like
  a　shadow　from　the　sea。
  After　the　Easterns　came　many　others　from　all　parts　of　the　earth。　Then
  suddenly　appeared　a　company　of　about　six　hundred　folk　of　every　age　and
  English　in　their　looks。　They　were　not　so　calm　as　are　the　majority　of
  those　who　make　this　journey。　When　I　read　the　papers　a　few　days　later　I
  understood　why。　A　great　passenger　ship　had　sunk　suddenly　in　mid　ocean
  and　they　were　all　cut　off　unprepared。
  Wh