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ORIGINAL POETRY. 
THE FALL OF PRIDE. 
BY HANS COLEMAN. 
Two cats there were,—of high degree 
Was one,—and one was low: 
One was a West-end Belle, d’ye see,— 
The other lived at Bow. 
And what was strange,—you 7ll wonder how,— 
Low, lived the nobler beast : 
Whereas the lower cat, I vow, 
Lived twice as high, at least. 
The truth was this, that next the sky, 
A garret one possess’d ; 
The other cat on rugs did lie, 
And parlour carpets press’d. 
The poor one sat on Goody’s lap, 
Of woollen,—not of silk,— 
There she would take her daily nap, 
Or lap her watery milk. 
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