Every Irishman has two eyes said Mr. Shaw; and Mr. Chesterton made a brilliant commentary upon that remark of Shavian wisdom. Chesterton hold that an Englishman has only one eye, and therefore runs off into sentimentalities, such as the sentimental cult of Kipling in England. But an Irishman see with one eye of fancy, the dream, the airy-fairy bodings of the imagination; and with the other eye he sees that after all it is only a fancy, a dream, the airy stuff of imagination. And when one reads this new product of the fertile brain of A. E., the reader in a quandary to discover if A. E. has lost the use of his normal eye. He is a poet, rich in the delicate and subtle performances of his craft; and on another side, one which the world at large will deem more practical, he can draw up excellent lessons in economics and sociology. But the apparent seriousness of this new book invites the suspicion that A. E. lacks a very simple lesson in psychology, especially in the productive and reproductive powers of the imagination. As a record of personal experiences "The Candle of Vision" is entrancing, a splendid record and a fanciful analysis of his imaginative agility; but his journey out into the wide sea of explanation of these "sight-seeing meditations" leaves him too often lost in mid-ocean. His report of the marvelous creations of his imagination is as engaging as any poetry he ever wrote, but his effort to explain the casualty of these dream-pictures and experiences is as fanciful as the pictures themselves. For he writes: When I meditate I feel in the images and thoughts which throng about me the reflections of personality, but there are also windows in the soul through which can be seen images created not by human but by the divine imagination. * * * Whence or when were the originals of the pictures we see in dream or reverie? There must be originals; and, if we are forced to dismiss as unthinkable any process by which the pictures of our personal memory could unconsciously be reshaped into new pictures which appear themselves authentic copies of originals, which move, have light, color, form, shade such as nature could bestow, then we are led to believe that memory is an attribute of all living things and of Earth also, the greatest living creature we know, and that she carries with her, and it is accessible to us, all her long history, cities far gone beyond time, empires which are dust, or are buried with sunken continents beneath the waters. How gloriously A. E. errs in that brief excerpt! But A. E. is an Irishman with two eyes, we feel, and he sees that his explanatory eye does not explain the things seen by his dream eye under "The Candle of Vision."