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and though the hour was late when they retired to rest, yet the sobs that ever and anon broke the silence of the night, indicated the absence of repose from the eyelids of the afflicted. We watched the corpse till morning, which was as calm and beautiful as the day previous had been tempestuous and terrible, and fitly represented the calm and glorious beauties of that eternal world to which the traveller, wearied with the storms and hurricanes of this world had
gone to dwell for ever.
“In the evening the corpse was interred, in one corner of the garden that lay before the house, in all the solemnity of silent, weeping woe, with the happy assurance of its participating in the resurrection of the just, when mortal shall put on immortality, and death be swallowed up in victory. On the following morning we left the disconsolate family, who would have gladly detained us, as grief finds always a partial relief in the sincere condolence even of strangers."
A CAT AND KITTEN CORRESPONDENCE.
In these days, when the March of Intellect is making such rapid strides, it will excite but little surprise to find that cats have turned authors; with what success we leave our young readers to judge from the following correspondence. It was discovered in a wood-house in S and though doubtless never intended by the writers for the public eye, it affords such an interesting picture of their manners and habits, and gives us so favorable an opinion of their epistolary powers, that we have great pleasure in presenting our young friends with an exact copy of this filial correspondence :
HOUGH kittens in these days do not often write
I cannot resist the temptation to-night To tell you, dear Tom, how I'm charmed with your
letter, Not Whittington's cat could have written a better;
That you are a kitten of genius is plan,
You may judge my surprise, when I heard that our
mother. Had presented us all with a new little brother. I hope, my dear Tom, though her son is no beauty, It will be your endeavor to teach him his duty, And especially press on his mind this great truth “That reverence for age is most lovely in youth.” By the by, I've a message to send to our mother, Respecting (pray what is his name ?) our young
brother; This house, ('tis a fact,) is infested with mice, And they not only eat up whatever is nice But so shamefully bold are these impudent vermin, They have actually eaten an excellent sermon;
master declares though an orthodox mouse, He is not a fit guest for a clerical house. I must therefore entreat you will give no denial To my earnest request for our brother (on trial.) The case you'll allow is most seriously pressing; My labors indeed are most truly distressing. Were these orthodox nibbles confined but to one day, And for that day they'd choose not our regular Sun
day, We might not complain—but when each one agrees To desert his own food, candles, bacon, and cheese, 'Tis a sad dereliction from taste and good breeding, An utter mistake in the science of feeding; And I never could learn they behaved with decorum, When they had all this learning and wisdom before
FROM TOM TO JERRY.
My dearest of brothers it grieves me to find
charming Both she and my brother quite laughed till they cried, And I, till I had a bad pain in my side. You have said that you hope I will teach our young
brother With other good things, much to rev’rence his mother, But.alas ! my dear friend, I am sorry to say I fear my good counsels are quite thrown away; For indeed it's a fact that I cannot deny, Or that you'll scarcely credit—if I were to try