dreary length of time since the white bull carried
off my sister Europa, that I have quite forgotten
how she looked, and the tones of her voice, and,
indeed, almost doubt whether such a little girl
ever lived in the world. And whether she once
lived or no, I am convinced that she no longer
survives, and that therefore it is the merest folly
to waste our own lives and happiness in seeking
her. "Were we to find her, she would now be a
woman grown, and would look upon us all as
strangers. So, to tell you the truth, I have re-
solved to take up my abode here; and I entreat
you, mother, brother, and friend, to follow my
example."

"Not I, for one," said Telephassa; although
the poor queen, firmly as she spoke, was so
travel-worn that she could hardly put her foot to
the ground. "Not I for one! In the depths of
my heart, little Europa is still the rosy child
who ran to gather flowers so many years ago.
She has not grown to womanhood, nor forgotten
me. At noon, at night, journeying onward,
sitting down to rest, her childish voice if always
in my ea'rs, calling 'Mother! mother'
here who may, there is no repose for me."

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