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which she ever thought of visiting till the one she 

 had left returned. 



In a parish in Norfolk, not six miles from the 

 town of Bungay, lived a clergyman, who, having a 

 Cat, sentenced it to transportation for life because 

 it had committed certain depredations on his larder. 

 But the worthy gentleman found it far easier to 

 pronounce the sentence than to carry it into exe- 

 cution. Poor Puss was first taken to Bungay, but 

 had hardly got there when she escaped, and was 

 soon at home again. Her morals, however, had 

 in no way improved, and a felonious abstraction of 

 butcher's meat immediately occurred. This time 

 the master determined to send the hardened culprit 

 away to a distance, which, as he expressed it, " she 

 would not walk in a hurry." He accordingly gave 

 her (generous man) to a person living at Fakenham, 

 distant at least forty miles. The man called for 

 her in the morning, and carried her off in a bag, 

 that she might not know by what road he went. 

 Vain hope ! She knew well enough the way 

 home, as he found to his cost, for directly the house- 

 door was opened the next morning, she rushed out 

 and he saw no more of her. The night after a 

 faint mewing was heard outside the minister's 

 dwelling, but not being so rare an occurrence no 



