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§ 118. Echo and Narcissus.1 Echo was a beautiful Oread, fond of the woods and hills; a favorite of Diana, whom she attended in the chase. But by her chatter she came under the displeasure of Juno, who condemned her to the loss of voice save for purposes of reply.

Subsequently having fallen in love with Narcissus, the beautiful son of the river-god Cephissus, Echo found it impossible to express her regard for him in any way but by mimicking what he said; and what he said, unfortunately, did not always convey her sentiments. When, however, he once called across the hills to her, "Let us join one another," the maid, answering with all her heart, hastened to the spot, ready to throw her arms about his neck. He started back, exclaiming, "Hands off! "Hands off! I would rather die than thou shouldst have me!" "Have me,” said she; but in vain. From that time forth she lived in caves and among mountain cliffs, and faded away till there was nothing left of her but her voice. But through his future fortunes she was constant 'to her cruel lover.

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This Narcissus was the embodiment of self-conceit. shunned the rest of the nymphs, as he had shunned Echo. maiden, however, uttered a prayer that he might some time or other feel what it was to love and meet no return of affection. The avenging goddess heard. Narcissus, stooping over a riverbrink, fell in love with his own image in the water. He talked to it, tried to embrace it, languished for it, and pined until he died. Indeed, even after death, it is said that when his shade passed the Stygian river, it leaned over the boat to catch a look of itself in the waters. The nymphs mourned for Narcissus, especially the water-nymphs; and when they smote their breasts, Echo smote hers also. They prepared a funeral pile, and would have burned the body, but it was nowhere to be found. In its place had sprung up a flower, purple within and surrounded with white leaves, which bears the name and preserves the memory of the son of Cephissus.

1 Ovid, Metam. 3:339–510.

§ 119. Echo, Pan, Lyde, and the Satyr. Another interesting episode in the life of Echo is given by Moschus: 1

Pan loved his neighbor Echo; Echo loved
A gamesome Satyr; he, by her unmoved,
Loved only Lyde; thus through Echo, Pan,
Lyde and Satyr, Love his circle ran.

Thus all, while their true lovers' hearts they grieved,
Were scorned in turn, and what they gave received.

O all Love's scorners, learn this lesson true:

Be kind to love, that he be kind to you.

§ 120. The Naiads guarded streams and fountains of fresh water; kept them like the Naiad of the following verses, sacred for Diana, or some other divinity.

"Dian white-arm'd has given me this cool shrine,2

Deep in the bosom of a wood of pine:

The silver-sparkling showers

That hive me in, the flowers

That prink my fountain's brim, are hers and mine;

And when the days are mild and fair,

And grass is springing, buds are blowing,
Sweet it is, 'mid waters flowing,

Here to sit and know no care,

'Mid the waters flowing, flowing, flowing, Combing my yellow, yellow hair.

"The ounce and panther down the mountain-side
Creep thro' dark greenness in the eventide;
And at the fountain's brink

Casting great shades, they drink,

Gazing upon me, tame and sapphire-eyed;
For, awed by my pale face, whose light
Gleameth thro' sedge and lilies yellow
They, lapping at my fountain mellow,
Harm not the lamb that in affright

Throws in the pool so mellow, mellow, mellow,
Its shadow small and dusky-white.

1 Lang's Translation of Idyl VI. For Moschus, see Commentary, § 11.

2 From The Naiad, by Robert Buchanan.

"Oft do the fauns and satyrs, flusht with play,
Come to my coolness in the hot noon-day.
Nay, once indeed, I vow

By Dian's truthful brow,

The great god Pan himself did pass this way,
And, all in festal oak-leaves clad,

His limbs among these lilies throwing,
Watch'd the silver waters flowing,

Listen'd to their music glad,

Saw and heard them flowing, flowing, flowing,
And ah! his face was worn and sad!

"Mild joys like silvery waters fall;
But it is sweetest, sweetest far of all,
In the calm summer night,

When the tree-tops look white,
To be exhaled in dew at Dian's call,
Among my sister-clouds to move

Over the darkness, earth bedimming,
Milky-robed thro' heaven swimming,
Floating round the stars above,

Swimming proudly, swimming proudly, swimming,
And waiting on the Moon I love.

"So tenderly I keep this cool, green shrine,

Deep in the bosom of a wood of pine;
Faithful thro' shade and sun,

That service due and done

May haply earn for me a place divine

Among the white-robed deities

That thread thro' starry paths, attending

My sweet Lady, calmly wending

Thro' the silence of the skies,

Changing in hues of beauty never ending,
Drinking the light of Dian's eyes."

121. The Dryads, or Hamadryads, assumed, at times, the forms of peasant girls, shepherdesses, or followers of the hunt. But they were believed to perish with certain trees which had been their abode, and with which they had come into existence. Wantonly to destroy a tree was therefore an impious act, some