l asleep and died,
and they laid her body in the ground by the river's bank, where the
waters of Enipeus made their soft music near her grave.

NARKISSOS.

On the banks of Kephisos, Echo saw and loved the beautiful Narkissos,
but the youth cared not for the maiden of the hills, and his heart was
cold to the words of her love, for he mourned for his sister, whom
Hermes had taken away beyond the Stygian River. Day by day he sat
alone by the streamside, sorrowing for the bright maiden whose life
was bound up with his own, because they had seen the light of the sun
in the self-same day, and thither came Echo and sat down by his side,
and sought in vain to win his love. "Look on me and see," she said, "I
am fairer than the sister for whom thou dost mourn." But Narkissos
answered her not, for he knew that the maiden would ever have
something to say against his words. So he sat silent and looked down
into the stream, and there he saw his own face in the clear water, and
it was to him as the face of his sister for whom he pined away in
sorrow, and his grief became less bitter as he seemed to see again her
soft blue eye, and almost to hear the words which came from her lips.
But the grief of Narkissos was too deep for tears, and it dried up
slowly the fountain of his life. In vain the words of Echo fell upon
his ears, as she prayed him to hearken to her prayer: "Ah, Narkissos,
thou mournest for one who can not heed thy sorrow, and thou carest not
for her who longs to see thy face and hear thy voice forever." But
Narkissos saw still in the waters of Kephisos the face of his twin
sister, and still gazing at it he fell asleep and died. Then the
voice of Echo was heard no more, for she sat in silence by his grave,
and a beautiful flower came up close to it. Its white blossoms drooped
over the banks of Kephisos where Narkissos had sat and looked down
into its clear water, and the people of the land called the plant
after his name.

ORPHEUS AND EURYDIKE.

In the pleasant valleys of a country which was called Thessaly there
lived a man whose name was Orpheus. Every day he made soft music with
his golden harp, and sang beautiful songs such as no one had ever
heard before. And whenever Orpheus sang, then everything came to
listen to him, and the trees bowed down their heads to hear, and even
the clouds sailed along more gently and brightly in the sky when he
sang, and the stream which ran close to his feet made a softer noise,