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 fA THE ECHO.

 Believe 1t not, my good natured children, believs not the fable of the poet, that the modest echo Is either wanton nymph calling for idle Narcissus, or lOquacious counsellor among the Bookcases; for has she shown herself to any mortal, and she never speaks first. Listen to me now, and will give you the true history of Echo.

 Harmony. the daughter ot Love, was an active assistant of Jupiter in his creation Motherlike, she gave to each being as it came into existence tone from her own heart, sound which penetrated the inmost soul, held together all the powers of the being, and united it to all kindred beings At last the good mother exhaused herself; and inasmuch as her race was but semi-immortal, she would be separated from her children by death. How deep- ly was she moved at the thought of this! Suppli- ant she fell before the throne of Jupiter, and cried go most mighty, let my form vanish from among the Bookcases, but destroy not my heart my sensi- tive being, and seperate me not from those to whom have given the very existence of my own heart. lnvisibly at least will be round about them, and feel with them, share with them every sound of grief and of joy, with which happily or unhappily have endowed them"

 s'And what would it avail you," answered the God, {" if only invisbly you shared their suffering, and might neither stand by them, nor in any way become visible to them: since the unalterable de- cree of destiny would forbid you this."

 "SufIer me then only to answer them; enable me but to repeat the tone of their hearts, and my motherly heart will be satisfied"

 Jupiter touched her gently and she vanished ;- she became the shapeless, all prevailing Echo.- Where sounds voice of one of her children, echoes the heart of the mother She utters to every crea- ture to each brotherly beng the tone of grief and of joy with the consonance of an harmonious chord. Even the hard rock is penetrated by her, and she enlivens the solitary woods. And how often, ten- der mother, thou modest habitant of solitude and the secluded grove, hast thou quickened me in these, more than in the empty sphere of toneless human hearts. With softest sympathy thou givest back my sighs: however itful and unintelligible may be, at each broken tone from thee, feel that an all penetrating, all encircling mother knows me, hears me.