But O, the Children! the Children! What can one write or say? What words adapted to tongue or pen can convey an adequate idea of the spheres in which my spirit has often met those darlings of both worlds? My own baby girl, who passed on many, many years ago and who has grown to womanhood in her spirit state, has ever been my constant companion, as a guardian spirit, during my busy hours of Earth life, as a _pilot_ and gentle helper when through sleep or trance-control my spirit was set free to join her and visit the realm of the children. These “little ones” are often wiser in knowledge of the spirit than mortals of more mature years. Blessings ever attend the presence of a babe in the home of love on Earth and, in the highest sense, doubly blessed are those who having possessed such a treasure know that if the babe passes from mortal sight the _treasure is still theirs_, a babe--growing among the flowers of the gardens of spiritual life is as “A light within a light, A joy ensphered in joy.” Such a child becomes a sacred guardian unto the household. It was indeed an enchanted realm into which we now entered. Although visited many times during many years it now seemed more real, more beautiful, more perfect. As far as vision (perception) could reach--as vast as the mind could compass or conceive there were children, children everywhere! Sporting in the light of their own brightness and joy; they were embodied sunbeams, weaving rainbow tinted thoughts into forms of beauty; flowers, flowers everywhere; songs of birds and child voices mingling with murmuring waters amid scenes of rarest beauty. Ah, the spirit realm of childhood; the playgrounds of the skies! Not only children, but “those of larger growth,” parents, teachers, friends were there to teach, to aid, _and to grow_ in greater knowledge and usefulness. Sometimes the children are the teachers to those older in Earth years. Isles of light, radiant with flowers and verdure and surrounded by iridescent waters! Could one ever picture the thought-forms of these lovely ones? “Let us make rainbows,” exclaimed one fairylike child among a group of playmates, some of whom were new in that realm. A questioning look came into the eyes of those addressed: “How can we _make_ rainbows?” A child-teacher drew near and said: “I will show you; come with me.” The five or six eagerly responded. “Take hold of hands,” the Teacher said, “and have no fear, there can be no rainbows without clouds and light.” I was permitted to follow, with sight or ken, as the Teacher led them away, away from those enchanting scenes to where the clouds and shadows hung dark beneath and around them. They had drawn near a large city of Earth. “O let’s not go here,” said one, “it seems so dark.” But the others urged her on.