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I once heard your mamma talking of a cold coun 
tiy, far away from here, called Siberia, where many 
unhappy people are sent from their pleasant homes 
by a cruel king, who punishes' them for being rich 
and good. She told a story of a noble and cour¬ 
ageous daughter, who walked more than a thousand 
miles in that cold country, to ask the king to let her 
father return to his happy home. It was a very 
beautiful story, and when she said that the father of 
that good daughter would often twine my cousin 
Heart’s Ease into the garlands he wove for his 
daughter s brow, I wished I could have been there 
too, to speak to him of the valleys of his native land, 
where Violets grow. 
“ How many beautiful cousins I have ! do you 
wish to hear about them all ? I have more than 
twenty in America. In Greece we are named Ion. 
They have a story there that a beautiful lady was 
