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cherished race. Sleep sweetly in the fields of 

 asphodel, and waken, as of old, to stretch thy 

 languid length, and purr thy soft contentment to 

 the skies. I only beg, as one before me begged of 

 her dead darling, that, midst the joys of Elysium, I 

 may not be wholly forgotten. 



&quot; Nor, though Persephone s own Puss you be, 

 Let Orcus breed oblivion of me.&quot; 



A. R. 



