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	Echo was a very beautiful nymph, fond of the woods and hills, where she devoted herself to wood-land sports. She was a favorite of Diana, and attended her in the chase. But Echo had one Jailing; she was fond of talking, and, whether in chat or argument, would have the last word. Juno, having discovered that some deception had been practiced by Echo, passed sentence upon her in these words : " You shall forfeit the use of that tongue with which you have cheated me, except for the one purpose you are so	fond of�-reply. You shall still have the last word, but no power to speak first" This nymph saw Nar�cissus, a beautiful youth, as he pursued the chase upon the mountains. How she longed to address him in the softest accents, and win him to conversation, but it was not in her power. She waited with impatience for him to speak first, and had her answer ready. One day, the youth, being separated from his companions, shouted aloud, - Who's here ?" Echo replied, "Here." Narcissus, looking around but seeing no one, called
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	out, " Come." Echo answered, " Come." As no one came, Narcissus called again, " Why do you shun me ?" Echo asked the same question. " Let us join one another," said the youth. The maid answered with all her heart in the same words, and hastened to the spot. He started back, exclaiming, "Hands off? I would rather die than you should have me." " Have ae," said she, but it was all in vain. He left her, and she went to hide her blushes in the recesses of the	woods. From that time forth she lived in caves and among mountain cliffs. Her form faded with grief, till, at last, all her flesh had shrunk away, her bones had changed into rocks, and there was nothing left of her but her voice. With that she is still ready to reply to any one who calls her, and always keeps up her old habit of having the last word.�Age cf Fable. There is something in the very shape of haips, as though they had been made by music�Bailey.