44 MUNGO, 



foams at the mouth with misery and rage. No 

 one could keep an amiable little animal in such 

 purgatory; it would be kinder to end its life at 

 once, and such a fate cannot even be thought of. 



Mungo is a diplomatist ! Liberty he has schemed 

 to obtain, and after years of astute planning, and 

 almost reasoning, he has reached his end, and we 

 must acknowledge ourselves beaten, for to all 

 intents and purposes he is now master of the 

 situation and may do pretty much what he pleases. 



There is, however, still a crumpled roseleaf in 

 his lot ; the softest bed and the sunniest nook to 

 bask in will not satisfy Mungo without human 

 society, and as we cannot give up all other occu- 

 pations in order to sit with him, he is often to be 

 seen wandering about like an unquiet spirit until 

 he finds some friendly lap where he can curl 

 himself up and enjoy all those conditions of 

 warmth, ease, and society which form his idea of 

 perfect bliss. 



I am sure Mungo is a staunch Conservative as 

 to his political views ! He hates changes of any 

 kind, since they interfere with his personal comfort 

 and methodical habits. He likes to have a 



