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tained her sprightliness and charm until the end ; 

 and left behind her nothing but cheerful memories 

 upon which it is a pleasure to dwell. She was the 

 last of the Black Dynasty. In her corner of Ely 

 sium she plays forever with the other pussies of her 

 royal race; and perhaps her urbane little shade 

 was the first to greet and welcome two cats, two 

 fortunate and famous cats who died in France not 

 very long ago ; Moumoutte Blanche and Moumoutte 

 Chinoise, immortalized by M. Loti s facile pen. 



No one familiar with the &quot; Vies de Deux Chattes,&quot; 

 can hope to rival these short and exquisite biogra 

 phies. Their perfection is at once the delight and 

 the despair of other toilers in the field. Written, 

 says the author, &quot; for my son, Samuel, when he 

 knows how to read,&quot; they have recompensed many 

 of us for the sad labour of the alphabet ; for the 

 double labour of two alphabets, if we chance to be 

 Saxon born. People to whom a primrose is a prim 

 rose, and a cat a cat, may be liberally educated by 

 a sympathetic study of these delicate and discrimi 

 nating memoirs. Less playful and amusing than 

 M. Gautier s chronicles, they show a deeper insight 

 into feline character ; they are more close and ac 

 curate in their descriptions, more touching in their 

 pathos, more clear-sighted in their generalizations. 

 Gautier s cats have, each and all, a charming individ 

 uality. We feel their beauty, we acknowledge their 



