Part 18

The following still more extraordinary circumstance of a cat fishing in the sea, appeared in _The Plymouth Journal_, June, 1828: "There is now at the battery on the Devil's Point, a cat, which is an expert catcher of the finny tribe, being in the constant habit of diving into the sea, and bringing up the fish alive in her mouth, and depositing them in the guard-room for the use of the soldiers. She is now seven years old, and has long been a useful caterer. It is supposed that her pursuits of the water-rats first taught her to venture into the water, to which it is well known puss has a natural aversion. She is as fond of the water as a Newfoundland dog, and takes her regular peregrinations along the rocks at its edge, looking out for her prey, ready to dive for them at a moment's notice."--ED.

CATS AND HORSES.

From time immemorial cats have been kept in stables, and when this is the case there is generally a friendly feeling between one or other of the horses and the cat or cats. Such I have known with the heavy, ponderous cart-horse and his feline companion; such was the case in my stable, and so in many others. Cats are as a rule fond of horses, and the feeling is generally reciprocated. Several of our "race winners" have had their favourites at home, among others the well-known "Foxhall." "Many famous horses have had their stable cats, and the great, amiable Foxhall has adopted a couple of kittens, if it would not be more correct to say that they have adopted him. A pretty little white and a tabby, own brothers, live in Foxhall's box, and when Hatcher, his attendant, has rubbed him over, and put on his clothing, he takes up the kittens from the corner of the box where they have been waiting, and gently throws them on Foxhall's back. They are quite accustomed to the process, and, catching hold, soon settle down and curl themselves up into little fluffy balls, much to their own satisfaction and to the good horse's likewise, to judge from the way in which he turns and watches the operation."

In Lawrence's "History of the Horse," it is stated that the celebrated Arabian stallion, Godolphin, and a black cat were for many years the warmest friends. When the horse died, in 1753, the cat sat upon his carcase till it was put under ground, and then, crawling slowly and reluctantly away, was never seen again till her dead body was found in a hay-loft. Stubbs painted the portraits of the Arabian and the cat. There was a hunter in the King's stables at Windsor, to which a cat was so attached, that whenever he was in the stable the creature would never leave her usual seat on the horse's back, and the horse was so well pleased with the attention that, to accommodate his friend, he slept, as horses will sometimes do, standing.

"GRAMMER'S CAT AND OURS."

BY JOHN TABOIS TREGELLAS.

John Tabois Tregellas (1792-1865), born at St. Agnes. The greatest master of the niceties of the Cornish dialect, in which he wrote largely, both in prose and verse. The piece quoted from is included in a volume of miscellanies published by Mr. Netherton, Truro, and happily indicates the marked difference between the modern dialect of Cornwall and that of Devon, illustrated in "Girt Ofvenders an' Zmal." The hero of "Grammer's Cat" was a miner named Jim Chegwidden.

To wash his hands and save the floshing, Outside the door Jim did his washing, But soon returned in haste and fright-- "Mother, aw come! and see the sight; Up on our house there's such a row, Millions of cats es up there now!" Jim's mother stared, and well she might; She knew that Jim had not said right. "'Millions of cats,' you said; now worn't it so?" "Why, iss," said Jim, "and I beleeve ut too; Not millions p'rhaps, but thousands must be theere, And fiercer cats than they you'll never hear; They're spitting, yowling, and the fur is flying, Some of 'em's dead, I s'pose, and some is dying; Such dismal groans I'm sure you never heard, Aw, mother! ef you ded, you'd be affeered." "Not I," said Jinny; "no, not I, indeed; A hundred cats out theere, thee'st never seed." Said Jim, "I doan't knaw 'zackly to a cat, They must be laarge wauns, then, to do like that; They maake such dismal noises when they're fighting, Such scrowling, and such tearing, and such biting." "Count ev'ry cat," says Jinny, "'round and 'round; Iss, rams and yaws, theer caan't be twenty found." "We'll caall 'em twenty, mother, ef 'twill do; Shut all the cats, say I; let's have my stew." "No, Jimmy, no!--no stew to-night, 'Tell all the cats es counted right." "Heere goes," said Jim; "lev Grammer's cat go fust (Of all the thievish cats, he es the wust). You knaw Mal Digry's cat, he's nither black nor blue, But howsomever, he's a cat, and that maakes two; Theer's that theer short-tailed cat, and she's a he, Short tail or long now, mother, that maakes three; Theer's that theer grayish cat what stawl the flour, Hee's theere, I s'pose, and that, you knaw, maakes fower; Trevenen's black es theere, ef he's alive, Now, mother, doan't 'ee see, why, that maakes five; That no-tailed cat, that wance was uncle Dick's, He's sure theere to-night, and that maakes six; That tabby cat you gove to Georgey Bevan, I knaw _his_ yowl--he's theere, and that maakes seven; That sickly cat we had, cud ait no mait, She's up theere too to-night, and she maakes 'ight; That genteel cat, you knaw, weth fur so fine, She's surely theere, I s'pose, and that maakes nine; Tom Avery's cat es theere, they caall un Ben, A reg'lar fighter he, and he maakes ten; The ould maid's cat, Miss Jinkin broft from Devon, I s'pose she's theere, and that, you knaw, maakes 'leven; Theere's Grace Penrose's cat, got chets, 'tes awnly two, And they're too young to fight as yet; so they waan't do. Iss, 'leven's all that I can mind, Not more than 'leven you waan't find; So lev me have my supper, mother, And let the cats ait one another." "No, Jimmy, no! It shaan't be so; No supper shu'st thou have this night Until the cats thee'st counted right; Go taake the lantern from the shelf, And go and count the cats thyself." See hungry Jimmy with his light, Turned out to count the cats aright; And he who had Hugh Tonkin blamed Did soon return, and, much ashamed, Confessed the number was but two, And both were cats that well he knew. Jim scratched his head, And then he said-- "Theere's Grammer's cat and ours out theere, And they two cats made all that rout theere; But ef two cats made such a row, 'Tes like a thousand, anyhow."

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LOST.

How beautiful she was in her superb calmness, so graceful, so mild, and yet so majestic! Ah! I was a younger man then, of course, than I am now, and possibly more impressionable; but I thought her then the most perfect creature I had ever beheld. And even now, looking back through the gathering mists of time and the chilling frosts of advancing age, and recalling what she was, I endorse that earlier sentiment--she lives in my memory now, as she lived in my presence then, as the most perfect creature I ever beheld.

I had gone the round of all the best boarding-houses in town, when, at last, I went to Mrs. Honeywold's, and there, in her small, unpretending establishment, I, General Leslie Auchester, having been subdued, I trust, to a proper and humble state of mind by my past experiences, agreed to take up my abode.

And it was there I first met her! Hers was the early maturity of loveliness, perfect in repose, with mild, thoughtful eyes, intelligent and tender, a trifle sad at times, but lighting up with quick brilliancy as some new object met her view, or some vivid thought darted its lightning flash through her brain--for she was wonderfully quick of perception--with an exquisite figure, splendidly symmetrical, yet swaying and supple as a young willow, and with unstudied grace in every quick, sinewy motion.

She spent little upon dress (I was sure she was not wealthy); but though there was little variety, her dress was always exquisitely neat and in perfect good taste, of some soft glossy fabric, smooth as silk and lustrous as satin, and of the softest shade of silver-gray, that colour so beautiful in itself, and so becoming to beautiful wearers; simply made, but fitting with a nicety more like the work of nature than of art to every curve and outline of that full and stately figure, and finished off round her white throat with something scarcely whiter.

She never wore ornaments of any kind, no chain, no brooch, no ring or pin. She had twins--two beautiful little blue-eyed things, wonderfully like herself--little shy, graceful creatures, always together, always playful. She never spoke of her own affairs, and affable as she was, and gentle in manner, there was something about her which repelled intrusion.

When, after some weeks' residence there, I had gained the good-will of my simple-minded but kindly little landlady, I cautiously ventured to ask her to gratify my not, I think, unnatural curiosity; but I found, to my surprise, she knew but little more than I did myself.

"She came to me," she said, "just at the edge of the evening, one cold rainy night, and I could not refuse to give her shelter, at least for the night, or till she could do better. I did not think of her remaining; but she is so pretty and gentle, and innocent-looking, I could not turn her out of my house--could I, now? I know I am silly in such ways; but what could I do?"

"But is it possible," I said, "that she has remained here ever since, and you know nothing more about her?"

"No more than you do yourself, general," said Mrs. Honeywold. "I do not even know where she lived before she came here. I cannot question her, and now, indeed, I have become so fond of her, I should not be willing to part with her; and I would not turn her and her little ones out of my house for the world!"

Further conversation elicited the fact that she was not a boarder, but that she and her little ones were the dependents upon Mrs. Honeywold's charity.

One fine summer day I had made an appointment with a friend to drive out to his place in the suburbs and dine with him, returning in the evening. When I came down in the afternoon, dressed for my excursion, I went into the dining-room to tell Mrs. Honeywold she need not wait for me. As I came back through the parlour, _she_ was there alone. She was sitting on the sofa. A book lay near her, but I do not think she had been reading. She was sitting perfectly still, as if lost in reverie, and her eyes looked heavy with sleep or thought. But as I passed out of the room I looked back. I saw she had risen to her feet, and standing with her graceful figure drawn up to its full height, she was looking after me, with a look which I flattered myself was a look of interest. Ah, how well I remember that look!

The day had been a beautiful one, though sultry; but in the early evening we had a heavy thunder-shower, the violence of the summer rain delaying my return to town for an hour or two; and when the rain ceased, the evening was still starless, cloudy, and damp; and as I drove back to town I remember that the night air, although somewhat freshened by the rain, was warm, and heavy with the scent of unseen flowers.

It was late when I reached the quiet street where I had taken up my abode, and as I mounted the steps I involuntarily felt for my latch-key, but to my surprise I found the hall-door not only unfastened, but a little way opened.

"Why, how is this, Mrs. Honeywold?" I said, as my landlady met me in the hall. "Do you know that your street-door was left open?"

"Yes," she said, quietly, "I know it."

"But is it safe?" I asked, as I turned to lock the door; "and so late, too."

"I do not think there is any danger," she said. "I was on the watch; I was in the hall myself, waiting."

"Not waiting for me, I hope?" said I; "that was surely unnecessary."

"No, not for you," she answered. "I presume you can take care of yourself; but," she added, in a low voice, "she is out, and I was waiting to let her in."

"Out at this time of night!--that seems strange. Where has she gone?"

"I do not know."

"And how long has she been gone?" I asked, as I hung up my hat.

"I cannot tell just what time she went out," she said; "I know she was in the garden with the little ones, and came in just before tea. After they had had their suppers and gone to bed I saw her in the parlour alone, and when I came into the room again she was gone, and she has not returned, and I----"

"Oh, then she went out before the rain, did she?"

"Yes, sir; some time before the rain."

"Oh, then that explains it; she was probably caught out by the rain, and took shelter somewhere, and has been persuaded to stay. There is nothing to be alarmed at; you had better not wait up another moment."

"But I don't like to shut her out, general; I should not sleep a wink."

"Nonsense, nonsense!" I said. "Go to bed, you silly woman; you will hear her when she comes, of course, and can come down and let her in." And so saying, I retired to my own room.

The next morning at breakfast, I noticed that my landlady was looking pale and troubled, and I felt sure she had spent a sleepless night.

"Well, Mrs. Honeywold," I said, with assumed cheerfulness, as she handed my coffee to me, "how long did you have to sit up? What time did she come in?"

"She did not come in all night, general," said my landlady, in a troubled voice. "She has not come home yet, and I am very anxious about it."

"No need of that, I trust," I said, reassuringly; "she will come this morning, no doubt."

"I don't know. I wish I was sure of that. I don't know what to make of it. I don't understand it. She never did so before. How she could have stayed out, and left those two blessed little things all night--and she always seemed such a tender, loving mother, too--I don't understand it."

When I returned at dinner-time I found matters still worse. She had not returned. My poor landlady was almost in hysterics, though she tried hard to control herself.

To satisfy her I set off to consult the police. My mission was not encouraging. They promised to do their best, but gave slight hopes of a successful result.

So sad, weary, and discouraged, I returned home, only to learn there were no tidings of the missing one.

"I give her up now," said my weeping landlady; "I shall never see her again. She is lost for ever; and those two poor pretty little creatures----"

"By the way," I said, "I wanted to speak to you about them. If she never does return, what do you purpose to do with them?"

"Keep them!" said the generous and impulsive little woman.

"I wanted to say, if she does not return, I will, if you like, relieve you of one of them. My sister, who lives with me, and keeps my house, is a very kind, tender-hearted woman. There are no children in the house, and she would, I am sure, be very kind to the poor little thing. What do you say?"

"No, no!" sobbed the poor woman; "I cannot part with them. I am a poor woman, it is true, but not too poor to give them a home; and while I have a bit and a sup for myself they shall have one too. Their poor mother left them here, and if she ever does return she shall find them here. And if she never returns, then----"

_And she never did return_, and no tidings of her fate ever reached us. If she was enticed away by artful blandishments, or kidnapped by cruel violence, we knew not. But I honestly believe the latter. Either way, it was her fatal beauty that led her to destruction; for, as I have said before, she was the most perfect creature, the most beautiful Maltese cat, that I ever beheld in my life! I am sure she never deserted her two pretty little kittens of her own accord. And if--poor dumb thing--she was stolen and killed for her beautiful fur, still I say, as I said at first, she was "more sinned against than sinning."--C. H. GRATTAN, in _Tit-Bits_.

INDEX.

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Abyssinian cats, 58

Angora cats, 21

Antipathy to cats, 11

Aperient, 151

Archangel blue cat, 66

"Bartholomoeus de Proprietatibus Rerum," Extract from, 156

Bewick's "Quadrupeds," Extract from, 166

Black-and-white cats, 68

Black cats, 64

Blue cats, 66

Blue small-banded tabby, 60

"Boduca," Extract from, 199

"Bogey", 37

British wild cat, 38

Brown tabby cats, 48

Canker of ear, 150

Cat and kittens, 109

Catarrh, 148, 152

Catarrhal fevers, 147

Cat as a tormentor, The, 209

Cat-clock, A, 202

"Cat Harris", 216

Cat images, 219

Cat of Shakespeare, The, 193

Cat-racing in Belgium, 218

Cats and fish, 159

Cats and horses, 236

Cats at The Morning Advertiser Office, 88

Cats in Vienna, 88

Cats reared by dogs, 11

Cats take note of time, 9

"Chipperkes", 81

"Chloe", 119

Chocolate Siamese, 74

Cleanliness, 119

Colds, 149

Concerning cats, 170

Coughs, 150

Curious long-haired cat, 34

Cytisin, 153

Daniel's "Rural Sports," Extracts from, 161, 167, 225

Darwin's, Mr. Charles, "Voyage of the Beagle," Extract from, 167

Dead cats, 208

Deaf cat, A, 17

"Dinah", 23

Diseases of cats, 147

Distance cats will travel, 10

Distemper, 150, 151

Distemper, Inoculation for, 148

Electricity in cats' fur, 195

"Encyclopaedia of Rural Sports," Extract from, 158

"English Folk-lore," Extracts from, 197, 200

Eye ointment, 152

Feeding cats, 91

First Cat Show, The, 3

Fishing cats, 233

Fleas, 152

Fleet Prison, Debtors in, 90

Fox, Charles James, Anecdote of, 93

Games, 228

General management, 91

Gentleness and kindness, 10

Glossary, 170 to 184

Government cats, 88

"Grammer's Cat and Ours", 237

Habits, 6

Hamilton, Mr. E., Letter to The Field, 169

"Happy Family," The, 12, 213

Harting, Mr. J. E., on the origin of the domestic cat, 162

Heraldry, etc., 210

Hone's "Every-day Book," Extract from, 196

Horses fond of cats, 236

Hybrid cats, 55

Imperial Printing Office, France, Cats in, 88

Inoculation for distemper, 148

Irritation, 152

Jamieson's "Scottish Dictionary," Extracts from, 181

Jealousy of cats, 8

Johnson, Dr. Samuel, and his cat, 161

Killing cats, The law on, 207

Kindness and gentleness, 10

Kittens, 114

"Lambkin", 33

"Lambkin No. 2", 36

Law on cat-killing, The, 207

Long-haired cats, 16

Lost, 240

Lovers of cats, 223

Management, 120

Mange, 149, 152

Manx cats, 80

Mating, 96

Midland Railway, Cats on the staff of the, 89

Mill's "History of the Crusades," Extract from 169

"Mimie" 25

Nevill, Lady Dorothy 74

Nursery rhymes and stories 232

Observation of cats 7

Origin of the domestic cat 162

Performing cats 211

Persian cats 24

Plague of mice 14

Points of Excellence: Abyssinian 135 Black-and-white, gray-white, red-and-white, and other colours and white 134 Black, blue, gray, red, or any self-colour long-haired 142 Blue, silver, light gray, and white tabby, striped, short-hair 131 Brown and ordinary tabby, striped, short-hair 128 Brown, blue, silver, light gray, and white tabby long-haired 144 Chinchilla 136 Chocolate, chestnut, red, or yellow tabby, striped, short-hair 130 Chocolate, mahogany, red, and yellow long-haired 145 Manx, or short-tailed 138 Royal Cat of Siam 137 Self-colour, black, blue, gray, or red short-hair 127 Short-haired, spotted tabbies of any colour 133 Siamese 137 Tortoiseshell 123 Tortoiseshell-and-white 125 White-and-black, white-and-gray, white-and-red, white and any other colour 135 White, long-haired 140 White, short-hair 126

Poison 153

Proverbs 185

Purgative 151

"Puss in Boots" 203

Rats, mice, and cats 15

Remedies 147 to 153

Royal cat of Siam, The 73

Russian cats 30

Salmon's "Compleat English Physician," Extract from 157

Sharpening claws 165

Short-haired white cats 62

Siamese cats 73

Signs 204

"Signs of Foul Weather," Extract from 200

Singular attachments 11

Skin, Irritation of the 152

Sleeping-places 92

Smith's, Mr., prize he-cat 39

Spotted silver tabby 133

Spotted tabbies 54

Strengthening medicines 151

Strutt's "Habits of the Anglo-Normans," Extracts from 167, 168

Superstition, 195

"Sylvie", 24

Tabby, derivation of the word, 52

"The Old Lady", 13

"The Tamer Tamed," Extract from, 199

"Tiger", 20

"Tim", 27

Tormentor, The cat as a, 209

Tortoiseshell-and-white cats, 44

Tortoiseshell cats, 39

Trained cats, 12

United States Post Office, Cats in the, 88

Usefulness of cats, 87

Various colours, 84

Vyvyan, Mrs., on Siamese cats, 76

Washing cats, 94

Weather notions, 200

Well-trained cats, 13

White-and-black cats, 70

White cats, 62

Wild cat of Britain, 38, 154

Witchcraft, 195

"Works of Armorie," Extracts from, 157

Worms, 149, 152

"You dreadful man!", 19

THE END.

CHARLES DICKENS AND EVANS, CRYSTAL PALACE PRESS.

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