MIRRAM: A SKETCH FROM THE LIFE OF A CAT--ABOUT SUMMER SONGS AND
SONGSTERS.
"The mouse destroyed by my pursuit
No longer shall your feasts pollute,
Nor rats, from nightly ambuscade,
With wasteful teeth your stores invade."
Gay.
"Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife,
Come and hear the woodland linnet;
How sweet his music! On my life
There's more of wisdom in it."
Wordsworth.
Ida continued to improve, and she did not let me forget my promise to
resume my office of story-telling, which I accordingly did next evening,
bringing my portfolio into Ida's bedroom for the purpose.
Ida had her cat in her arms. The cat was singing low, and had his
round, loving head on her shoulder, and his arms buried in her beautiful
hair. So this suggested my reading the following:--
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