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It was the tune Paralus had learned from celestial harps; and even after the last note floated away, Eudora seemed to hear the well-remembered words: Come hither, kindred spirit, come! Hail to the mystic two in one! Take courage I no vain dream hast thou beheld, But in thy sleep a truth.
She bathed his head with cool perfumed waters, and watched him with love that knew no weariness. Proclus and Telissa deemed he had fallen by the dart of Phoebus Apollo; and fearing the god was angry for some unknown cause, they suspended branches of rhamn and laurel on the doors, to keep off evil demons. For three days and three nights, Paralus remained in complete oblivion.
I have seen Anaxagoras often Plato sometimes and Philothea almost constantly; but I have never seen you, since I thought you were dying of the plague at Athens." Pericles replied, "You have indeed been ill, my son. You are to me as the dead restored to life. But you must be quiet now, and seek repose." For some time after the interview with his father, Paralus remained very wakeful.
Unable to endure this disappointment of his excited hopes, he turned away hastily, and sought to conceal his grief in solitude. During the whole of the ensuing day, Paralus continued in a deep sleep. This was followed by silent cheerfulness, which, flowing as it did from a hidden source, had something solemn and impressive in its character.
Yet he would not yield, nor abate his firmness and constancy of spirit because of these afflictions, but was not observed to weep or mourn, or attend the funeral of any of his relations, until he lost Paralus, the last of his legitimate offspring.
If I mistake not, while I talked with Pericles, Milza informed you that I was the wife of Paralus?" "Yes, dearest Philothea; but not till she had first told me of her own marriage with Geta."
The wakefulness and excitement of the preceding night had been quite at variance with the tranquil regularity of Philothea's habits; and the slight repose, which she usually enjoyed in the afternoon, had been disturbed by her grandfather, who came to say that Paralus was with him, and wished to see her a few moments, before they went out to the Piraeus together.
Early the next morning, a procession again formed to convey the ashes of Paralus to the sepulchre of his fathers; called, in the beautiful language of the Greeks, a Place of Sleep. When the urn was again brought forth, Philothea's long golden hair covered it, like a mantle of sunbeams.
As the company returned, with the joyful sound of music, many a friendly hand threw garlands from the housetops, and many voices pronounced a blessing. In consideration of the health of Paralus, the customary evening procession was dispensed with. An abundant feast was prepared at the house of Clinias.
On the preceding evening, Philothea, being urged by her maidens to sing, had actually warbled that little song; thinking all the while of the days of childhood, when she and Paralus used to sing it, to please their young companions.
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