MEMOIRS OF 



to beftow them upon a large white female 

 cat, thy grandmother, warlike Mr. Snow, in 

 the ten thoufandth and ninety-ninth afcent. 



Thus far their triumphant din was 

 mufic to my ear ; and even when it fung 

 that lakes of milk ran curdling into whey, 

 within the ebon concave of their pan- 

 ch'eons, w T ith terror at thine approach ; 

 that mice fquealed from all the neighbour- 

 ing garrets ; and that whole armies of 

 Norway rats, crying out amain, " the 

 * f devil take the hindmoft," ran violently 

 info the minfter-pool, at the firft gleam of 

 thy white mail through the flirubs of Mr. 

 Howard's garden. 



But O ! when they fung, or rather yelled, 

 of larks warbling on funbeams, fafcinated 

 fuddenly by the glare of thine eyes, and 

 falling into thy remorfelefs talons ; of 

 robins, w f arbling foft and folitary upon the 

 leaflefs branch, till the pale cheek of winter 

 dimpled into joy ; of hundreds of thofe 



bright 



