Haria renewed her intreaty to those beasts, and they had the complaisance to obey. Then Mangogul applied his ring, and the superannuated Toy set about relating the last of its adventures. It was such a vast while since the first were atchieved, that it had almost lost the very remembrance of them. “Withdraw, Pompey,” it said with a hoarse voice, “you fatigue me. I like Dido better; I find her more gentle.” Pompey, who was absolutely ignorant of the Toy’s voice, went on in his own way: but Haria awaking, continued. “Get away, then, you little rogue, you hinder me from taking rest. That is well some times: but too much is too much.” Pompey withdrew. Dido took his place, and Haria fell asleep.