had cherished a dream of marrying a physician some day. This dream gradually formed a stationary mental picture. The first position she obtained was in the capacity of a maid in a physician’s family. Leaving this place, she entered the family of another doctor. The wife of her employer died, and in the doctor married her—the result of long-pictured yearning. After that, both and her husband conceived the idea of owning a fruit farm in the South. They formed a mental picture of the idea and put their faith in its eventual fulfillment. The letter she sent me came from her fruit farm in the South. Her second mental picture had seen the light of materialization.

Many letters of a similar nature come to me every day. The following is a case that was printed in the New York Herald last May:

“Atlantic City, May 5—She was an old woman, and when she was arraigned before Judge Clarence Goldenberg in the police court today she was so weak and tired she could hardly stand. The Judge asked the court attendant what she was charged with. ‘Stealing a bottle of milk, Your Honor,’ repeated the officer. ‘She took it from the doorstep of a downtown cottage before daybreak this morning.’ ‘Why did you do that?’ Judge Golden-berg asked her. ‘I was hungry,’ the old

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