The face and form were those of a beautiful youth,--the eyes were deep and brilliant,--and the expression of the features was one of fine serenity and kindliness.

Morgana gazed and gazed, bending herself towards her wonderful visitor with all her soul in her eyes,--when suddenly the vision, if so it might be called, paled and vanished.

She uttered a little cry.
"Oh, why have you gone so soon ?" she exclaimed.
"It is not I who have gone,"-- replied the Voice--"It is only the reflection of me.

We cannot project a light picture too far or too long.

And even now--when you come to us--if you ever do come!--do you think you will remember me ?" "How could I forget anyone so beautiful!" she said, with passionate enthusiasm.
This time the Sound Ray conveyed a vibration of musical laughter.
"Where every being has beauty for a birthright, how should you know me more than another!" said the Voice--"Beauty is common to all in our city--as common as health, because we obey the Divine laws of both." She stretched out her hands appealingly.
"Oh, if I could only come to you now!" she murmured.
"Patience!" and the Voice grew softer--"There is something for you to do in the world.