MEMOIRS OF 



Anfwer. 



Palace, Lichfield, 

 Sept. 8, 1780. 



I am but too fenfible of the charms of 

 Mr. Snow ; but while I admire the fpotlefs 

 whitenefs of his ermine, and the tyger- 

 ftrength of his commanding form, I figh 

 in fecret, that he, who fucked the milk 

 of benevolence and philofophy, fhould yet 

 retain the extreme of that fiercenefs, too 

 juftly imputed to the Grimalkin race. 

 Our hereditary violence is perhaps com- 

 mendable when we exert it againft the 

 foes of our protectors, but deferves much 

 blame when it annoys their friends. 



The happincfs of a refined education 



feveral years without molefting a dove, a tame lark, and 

 a redbreaft, all which ufed to fly about the room where 

 the cat was daily admitted. The dove frequently fat on 

 : puffey's backhand the little birds would .peck fearlefsly 

 from the plate in which (he was eating. 



was 



