kept down to the mass at which the new force first becomes a serious menace. The force of gravitation collects together nebulous and chaotic material; the force of radiation pressure chops it off into suitably sized lumps. This force of radiation pressure is better known to many people under the name ‘pressure of light’. The term ‘radiation’ comprises all kinds of ether-waves including light, so that the meaning is the same. It was first shown theoretically and afterwards verified experimentally that light exerts a minute pressure on any object on which it falls. Theoretically it would be possible to knock a man over by turning a searchlight on him--only the searchlight would have to be excessively intense, and the man would probably be vaporized first. Pressure of light probably plays a great part in many celestial phenomena. One of the earliest suggestions was that the minute particles forming the tail of a comet are driven outwards by the pressure of sunlight, thus accounting for the fact that a comet’s tail points away from the sun. But that particular application must be considered doubtful. Inside the star the intense stream of light (or rather X-rays) is like a wind rushing outwards and distending the star. _The Interior of a Star_ We can now form some kind of a picture of the inside of a star--a hurly-burly of atoms, electrons, and ether-waves. Dishevelled atoms tear along at 100 miles a second, their normal array of electrons being torn from them in the scrimmage. The lost electrons are speeding 100 times faster to find new resting places. Let us follow the progress of one of them. There is almost a collision as an electron approaches an atomic nucleus, but putting on speed it sweeps round in a sharp curve. Sometimes there is a side-slip at the curve, but the electron goes on with increased or reduced energy. After a thousand narrow shaves, all happening within a thousand millionth of a second, the hectic career is ended by a worse side-slip than usual. The electron is fairly caught, and attached to an atom. But scarcely has it taken up its place when an X-ray bursts into the atom. Sucking up the energy of the ray the electron darts off again on its next adventure. I am afraid the knockabout comedy of modern atomic physics is not very tender towards our aesthetic ideals. The stately drama of stellar evolution turns out to be more like the hair-breadth escapades on the films. The music of the spheres has almost a suggestion of--_jazz_.