Primeval man through passion or the procreative tendency, surrounded himself with offspring. Through the appeal made by the helplessness of his children paternal love was evolved. From this was evolved love of family, tribe, clan, and country. In all this music moved side by side with love. The mother before language was born crooned her lullaby to her baby, and the father imitating the birds pursed his lips and made similar sounds. Later he used hollow reeds and fashioned pipes or flutes. Thus music was born, becoming a universal language, and has been involved throughout all the ages. Music and love are inseparable, and their influence upon mankind is unfathomable. We read a love story, or hear a love song, and each brings a thrill of emotion or vibration that stimulates, and brings to the body that harmony, the perfection of which is fullness of life—health. The birds sing their love songs to their mates and these vibrations fill the woods with music. The humming bird with continuous accompanying melody gathers the honey from the flowers to feed its young. All music is life and life is love. The youth is transformed into a man, the maiden into a woman, by love. And this is a new birth or regeneration. Emerson says, “The passion remakes the world for the youth. It makes all things alive and significant. Nature grows conscious. Every bird on the bough of the tree sings now to his heart and soul. The trees of the forest, the waving grass and the peeping flowers have grown intelligent.” All nature breathes love, which is expressed in self-abnegation, dying that other species may live. Prof. Darwin at a meeting of a Scientific Society in Dublin made this statement, “All vegetation sees, hears, breathes and feels.” Witness the action of the sensitive and carnivorous plants. We have said all organic and inorganic existence is subject to and lives by the same vibratory energy of the one substance—Electricity. Its vibrations produce “the exquisite tint of the rose, the velvet of the lily and the ethereal daintiness of the orchid. Each is but some trifling variation in the timbre, the tempo or the pitch of vibration that produces it.” The breathing of zephyrs through the trees echoes the universal language of music in which all nature voices its thought. The purling of the brooks, are but other notes by which nature sings her song of love. “All one’s life is music if one touches the notes rightly and in tune.”