complicated harmonical vibrations; harmonizing with some, and making
discord with other, notes by regular but unknown laws; differing
according to the timbre of the emitter; reverberating under certain
conditions; lost to the ear in others; and only responding to resonators
vibrating synchronously with itself. Lastly,

There is a whole gamut of love.--Changing that simile, we may say that

Love is not like the sun: a unit, and practically the same wherever seen;
it is like light: all-pervading, universally diffused, and reflected and
refracted and absorbed in varying degrees and varying manners by various
objects. And

Than a great and pure love, can anyone point to anything on earth
greater and more purifying?

The lesser luminary perturbs the tide of human passion; the greater light
draws it upward--none the less veritably because in tinted formless
vapor. This is symbolical of love.

It is the nascent thing that evokes the keenest emotions: the bud--the
babe--dawn--and the first beginnings of love. So
Love, like sun-light, wears its most tender tints at dawn.

* * *

It still remains a mystery that, out of a townful of folk, two particular
hearts should worry themselves into early graves because this one cannot
get that other. Yet