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Mistress Gurtons Cat

Old

SS

ON had a Cat,    A Tabby, loveliest of the race,

Sleek as a doe, and tame, and fat    With velvet paws, and whisker'd face;

The Doves of

US not so fair,    Nor

NO'S Peacocks half so

As

SS

ON'S Tabby rare,    The proudest of the purring band;

So dignified in all her paces—She seem'd, a pupil of the Graces!

There never was a finer

In all the varying whims of Nature!

All liked Grimalkin, passing well!

Save

SS

ON, and, 'tis said,

She oft with furious ire would swell,

When, through neglect or hunger keen,

Puss, with a pilfer'd scrap, was seen,

Swearing beneath the pent-house shed:

For, like some fav'rites, she was

On all things, yet with none content;

And still, whate'er her place or diet,

She could not pick her bone, in quiet.

Sometimes, new milk

IN stole,

And sometimes—over-set the bowl!

For over eagerness will prove,

Oft times the bane of what we love;

And sometimes, to her neighbour's home,

IN, like a thief would roam,

Teaching poor Cats, of humbler kind,

For high example sways the mind!

Sometimes she paced the garden wall,

Thick guarded by the shatter'd pane,

And lightly treading with disdain,

Fear'd not Ambition's certain fall!

Old China broke, or scratch'd her

And brought domestic friends to shame!

And many a time this Cat was curst,

Of squalling, thieving things, the worst!

Wish'd Dead ! and menanc'd with a string,

For Cats of such scant Fame, deserv'd to swing!

One day, report, for ever busy,

Resolv'd to make Dame Gurton easy;

A Neighbour came, with solemn look,

And thus, the dismal tidings broke."Know you, that poor

IN died"Last night, upon the pent-house side?"I heard her for assistance call;"I heard her shrill and dying squall!"I heard her, in reproachful tone,"Pour, to the stars, her feeble groan!"Alone,

I heard her piercing cries—"With not a Friend to close her Eyes!""Poor Puss !

I vow it grieves me sore,"Never to see thy beauties more!"Never again to hear thee purr,"To stroke thy back, of Zebra fur;"To see thy emral'd eyes—so bright,"Flashing around their lust'rous light"Amid the solemn shades of night!"Methinks I see her pretty paws—"As gracefully she paced along;"I hear her voice, so shrill, among"The chimney rows !  I see her claws,"While, like a Tyger, she pursued"Undauntedly the pilf'ring race;"I see her lovely whisker'd face"When she her nimble prey subdued!"And then, how she would frisk, and play,"And purr the Evening hours away:"Now stretch'd beside the social fire;"Now on the sunny lawn, at noon,"Watching the vagrant Birds that flew,"Across the scene of varied hue,"To peck the Fruit.  Or when the Moon"Stole o'er the hills, in silv'ry suit,"How would she chaunt her lovelorn Tale    "Soft as the wild Eolian Lyre!"'Till ev'ry brute, on hill, in dale,    "Listen'd with wonder mute!""O!

Cease!" exclaim'd

ME

ON, straight,"Has my poor Puss been torn away?"Alas ! how cruel is my fate,"How shall I pass the tedious day?"Where can her mourning mistress find"So sweet a Cat? so meek! so kind!"So keen a mouser, such a beauty,"So orderly, so fond, so true,"That every gentle task of duty"The dear, domestic creature knew!"Hers, was the mildest tend'rest heart!"She knew no little cattish art;"Not cross, like fav'rite Cats , was she"But seem'd the queen of Cats to be!"I cannot live—since doom'd, alas ! to part"From poor

IN kind, the darling of my heart!"And now

ME

ON, bath'd in tears,

With a black top-knot vast, appears:

Some say that a black gown she wore,

As many oft have done before,

For Beings, valued less,

I ween,

Than this, of Tabby Cats, the fav'rite Queen!

But lo ! soon after, one fair day,

Puss, who had only been a roving—Across the pent-house took her way,

To see her Dame, so sad, and loving;

Eager to greet the mourning

She enter'd by a window, whereA China bowl of luscious

Was quiv'ring in the sunny beam.

Puss, who was somewhat tired and dry,

And somewhat fond of bev'rage sweet;

Beholding such a tempting treat,

Resolved its depth to try.

She saw the warm and dazzling

Upon the spotless surface play:

She purr'd around its circle wide,

And gazed, and long'd, and mew'd and sigh'd!

But Fate, unfriendly, did that hour controul,

She overset the cream, and smash'd the gilded bowl!

As

SS

ON heard the thief,    She started from her easy chair,

And, quite unmindful of her grief,    Began aloud to swear!"Curse that voracious beast!" she cried,    "Here

AN bring a cord—I'll hang the vicious, ugly creature—"The veriest plague e'er form'd by nature!"And

SS

ON kept her word—    And Poor

ED !

Thus, often, we with anguish

The dead , in clam'rous grief deplore;

Who, were they once alive

Would meet the sting of cold disdain!

For

DS, whom trifling faults can sever,

Are valued most ,

EN

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OR

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