The success of their teaching depends on how much purity and unselfishness there is in the soul to which they whisper their divine messages--messages as brief as telegrams which must be listened to with entire attention and acted upon at once, or the lesson is lost and may never come again." Just then I saw a Shape coming towards me as of a lovely fair-haired child, who seemed to be playing softly on a strange glittering instrument like a broken cloud strung through with sunbeams.

Heedless of consequences, I caught at its misty robe in a wild effort to detain it.

It obeyed my touch, and turned its deeply luminous eyes first upon me, and then upon the Angel who accompanied my flight.
"What seekest thou ?" it asked in a voice like the murmuring of the wind among flowers.
"Music!" I answered.

"Sing me thy melodies--fill me with harmonies divine and unreachable--and I will strive to be worthy of thy teachings!" The young Shape smiled and drew closer towards me.
"Thy wish is granted, Sister Spirit!" it replied.

"The pity I shall feel for thy fate when thou art again pent in clay, shall be taught thee in minor music--thou shalt possess the secret of unwritten sound, and I will sing to thee and bring thee comfort.