as ingenious as are the jockeys of to-day in disguising their wares to cheat unsuspecting country-folk.
After the death of Cagnotte our affections turned to cats as more truly domestic animals and better friends for the fireside. We will not attempt to give a detailed history of all of them. Whole dynasties of felines, as numerous as those of the Egyptian kings, succeeded one another in our house; accident, death, escape, in turn carrying them away. All were loved, and all were regretted; but life is made up of forgettings, and the remembrance of departed cats is gradually effaced like the remembrance of men.
It is a sad fact that the lives of these humble friends, our inferior brothers, are not better proportioned to those of their masters.
After briefly alluding to an old gray cat, who took our part against our own flesh
