Let us return for a space to the two spirits William and James, whose conversations we described in past numbers. Some readers may possibly recall how the spirit James, while wandering through the darkness of unoccupied Space (about five-and-twenty billions of eons before the commencement of Eternity), conceived a wild idea of the possibility of the existence of worlds--worlds occupied by an impracticability called "man." It will be recollected how the wiser spirit William cast well-merited ridicule upon this insanely impossible phantasy of a disordered mind; nay, even condescended to crush, by perspicuous and irrefutable logic, the grotesque and preposterous idea. Very well; it is now William's turn. "James," he said one day as they chanced to sight each other in the awful solitude of Space, "I have been thinking over that world of yours, and your crowning absurdity, 'man.' Pray do not become too inflated with weak conceit at my condescending to think about such trivialities; for the fact is, any subject of thought--however hopelessly foolish--is a relief amid the tediousness of Space. Well, I have been reflecting upon that characteristic which you conceive as distinguishing your puppet 'man'--I allude to _intelligence_. I think you suggested that he would possess intelligence?" James only fidgeted uneasily, and made a feeble sign of affirmation. "Very well," continued William. "Now, I have been putting two and two together, and have found out the nature of that quality which you mistake for intelligence; its true name is 'low cunning.' Every fresh piece of absurdity which you have told me touching the tricks of your queer creatures has supplied new evidence of this. Your creatures were to feed upon the substance of the 'world' on which they lived, and, ever increasing in numbers, would logically in course of time find there was not a mouthful apiece. I think we agreed about that? Well, let us consider that period, some time before the creatures should actually become exterminated by the natural evolution of events--the time when all the eatable products of their world would be growing scarce. You went so far as to imagine a great many products----" "Yes!" said James, gazing afar off in the absorption of his imagination. "Yes--there were eggs, and oysters, and poultry, and mushrooms, and----" "Ah!--the very things I've been reflecting about. Well, I've been dreaming that, at the period of which I speak, when all the commodities were becoming scarce, your human beings would agree to make poisonous artificial articles of consumption with which to poison themselves by degrees, and thus reduce the population to convenient limits." "No!" cried James, pondering deeply. "Their idea would be to poison not _themselves_, but _each other_!" [Illustration: "POISON."] "Ah! I see. Then they would make some sort of effort to prevent themselves being poisoned?" "Oh, yes; they would pass Adulteration Acts for the purpose."