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smile in cynicism, or in tender recollection, as their own lives

have contradicted or verified her theory of love's teachings and

love's o tiht of reunion, were

strolling upon the piazza in the starlight of a perfect June

evening

They stopped talking by tacit consent, by and by, to listen to Ahteen, the vocalist of the flock, as

testing her voice and proficiency in readingone after another of a volued to

her mother

This was the verse that enchained the promenaders' attention: "But still thy name, thy blessed name,

My lonely boso the distant hills

That still, withon,

When the joyous sound that woke it first

Is gone--forever gone!"

"It is seventeen years since we heard it together, dearest!" said

Frederic, bending to kiss the tear-laden eyes "And I can say to you

nohat I did not, while poor Rosa lived, own to h I did, in all that time the lost echo was never

still"

Her ansas proh and s to the Future: "An echo no longer, but a continuous strain of of heart music!"