Sound does not travel with the rapidity of light, and then the echo lingers in the ear." "Yes.

It is charming when the eye of one and the ear of another dwell in sympathy on the same inspiring sentiments; when the reader, glowing with enthusiasm, turns from the page before him to a living page, printed by the hand of God, in fair, divine characters.

It is like looking from the shining heavens to a clear, crystallized stream, and seeing its glories reflected there, and our own image likewise, tremulously bright." "Oh!" thought I, "how many times have I thus listened; but has he ever thus read ?" I wish I could recollect all the conversation of the morning,--it was so rich and varied.

I sat, unconscious of the fading flowers and the passing moments; unconscious of the faint vibration of that _deep, under chord_, which breathes in low, passionate strains, life's tender and pathetic mirror.
"I am glad you like this room," he continued.

"Here you can sit, queen of the past, surrounded by beings more glorious than those that walk the earth or dwell in air or sea.