An Epitaph <^> o o <3- <^> 



HIS friends he loved. His fellest earthly 

 foes- 

 Cats — I believe he did but feign to hate. 

 My hand will miss the insinuated nose, 

 Mine eyes the tail that wagg'd contempt at Fate. 



I Villi am 1 \ 'at son. 



A Study in Contrasts l <z> o <z> 



T) Y cliff and chine, and hollow-nestling wood 

 *-* Thrilled with the poignant savour of the sea, 

 All in the crisp light of a wintry morn, 

 We walked, my friend and I, preceded still 



me whose silken and voluminous suit, 

 His courtly ruff, snow-pure 'mid golden tan, 

 His grandly feathered legs slenderly strong, 

 The broad and flowing billow of his breast, 

 His delicate ears and superfine long nose, 

 With that last triumph, his distinguished tail, 

 In their collective glory spoke his race 

 The flower of Collie aristocracy. 

 Yet, from his traits, how absent that reserve, 

 That stillness on a base of power, which marks, 

 In men and mastiffs, the selectly sprung ! 



1 We give here the first half of the poem, the second 

 half tells of an Angora Cat. 



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