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FOREWORD
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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.
"Nor, though Persephone's own Puss you be,
Let Orcus breed oblivion of me."
A. R.
