P iSSY'S) PON a sunny garden sealThe Lady Grilda sat,Who was, we wish it understoMerely a titled cat.It must be owned this sounds tBut I have heard them tellThat, being born with so mucThe name became her well.This kitten was of Persia's briwas thence her parents c;- Their coats were white and soAnd' Grilda's was the same.But sadly vain my lady was* Of all her lovely hair;She thought no kitten in the 1;Could with herself comparend Pussy had another fault,-yoften disobey;}Suld sometimes to the lardeAnd carry bits away.With much.regret her motherj:iir.daughter's silly pride,X And0 as a careful parent shoulTo check such failings tried* '.- :.'..',. s:LONDON LIFE.C. E. BOWEN.t But Grilda, hating grave advice,.Would shake her pretty head,.od, And seldom listen to a wordOf what her mother said.':oo grand; 'T was in a quiet country houseShe hitherto had dwelt,h grace, But many a wish to see the world'Had Lady Grilda felt.eed, In London, or in some large town,.ame; She fain would go and stay;ft as silk,. Her beauty in this lonely placeShe thought was thrown away.A change came o'er her life at last,:And she was glad to knowand 'T was settled that to live in townShe very soon should go.Whilst sitting on the garden seat,As we before have said,.r go, Visions of future. London lifeCompletely filled her head.saw But when a gentle step drew near,From all these dreams she woked, To see her mother by her side,[. Who thus to Grilda spoke:A".-. j _.S. .. e ,'. .**;:s s:w lo-^ "i '** ^ |The Baldwin aiy ; ,f 7
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"To say a word or two, my child,Before we part, I come;Words which, perhaps, may cross yourmindWhen you are far from home." Grilda,"-the mother raised her paw,-"Grilda, attend to me;Remember that where'er you go,You must obedient be." I pray you ne'er again to takeA scrap that's not your own,Athough it may be nothing moreThan just a chicken-bone."And recollect that Pussy-catsQuite idle sho ynt be;The pleasant task of cathing miceIs given you and me."Try and think less about your looks,-You're but a kitten small;Surely in such a little thingShould be no pride at all."And now, my daughter, fare thee well:Attend to what I 've said;"And then the mother rubbed her cheekAgainst her kitten's head.I can't be certain that the tearsIn Grilda's eyes arose;But, walking round her parent's sides,She purr'd and rubb'd her nose.She really meant to try and mindAll that her mother said;But like a corn-sieve full of holesWas Lady Grilda's head:The words went in at one white ear,But not, alas to stay;For at the other out they slipp'd,And vanish'd quite away.Her future mistress, when in town,Lived in Throckmorton Square;And very shortly afterwardsGrilda was taken there.This town house, in her country eyes,Seemed fitted for a queen;Such grandeur and such eleganceShe never yet had seen.'nid in her silly little heartThe foolish Pussy thought,"ThisNeems the proper place for meTo which I now am brought.*
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And -each'd a street hhicti ovd to be.'A jusy thoroughfae. ? tShe to(obewield with the noise,optNowmg vih^ejto flyv^Wh suddenly a satage_ doC4. running brisl b.He stp, for on a fligh of stepsT!te P*enling cat he spied;Therkda tin up, with grinning teethTd siizeher neck he tried.Ne er cat more nearly caught.-'he 'ad touched her tail,W en Gri1~ sprangrwith bristling hair,,Upon an ir;o-/He hoped to reacl her as she dung,\ And leap'd with all his might;ut giving one more desperate bound,e vanisd-fr6om his sight.In vain he hunted up and down,And scented all around,For Puss was safely hid insideWhilst here she crouch'd behind somecoalIn miserable plight,The owner came to close the doorAnd lock it for the night.Set free next day, misfortune stillAppear'd to be her fate:A milkman chanced to leave his pailOutside an iron gate;The pail was nearly full of milk,Thus early in the day,And there it stood, a tempting sight,Exactly in her way.'T was more than kitten could resist,So scrambling up the side,To reach the white delicious foodPoor starving Grilda tried.The milkman saw her, and his lungsSent forth so loud a yell,That overbalancing herself,Into the pail she fell!As quickly out she came again,Dragged by the angry man;And, smarting from his cuffs and blows,All dripping, off she ran.A coal-shed underground.N-d
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"A Londoner I am become,There's something grand in that;I'm very glad I've ceased to beA simple country cat."Such vulgar work I need not doAs running after mice;Poor mother might, at all events,Have spared me that advice."IBut one thing Grilda much disliked,In this her London home,That not beyond the garden gateWas she allowed to roam.Perhaps, too, if the truth were known,She rather long'd to go,Her graceful form and snow-white coatThe London cats to show.She almost hopjethat as she pass'd-They'd all turnroun: and stare,And wonder who thatIitten wasWith such a noble air.Within an empty attic room,In which she used to play,A window opening on the roofWas left unclosed one day.Grilda had very often thought'T would be delightful funTo find some way of slipping out, !And take a pleasant run. fNow was the moment for escape !?But first of all with careShe wash'd her face, arrang'd her tail,And smooth'd her silken hair.That she Was doing very wrongThis naughty Pussy knew ;Yet, springing on the window-sill,She through the op'ning flew.'T was very pleasant for a time-To play and run about;But soon she felt it dull, and wishedSome kitten would come out.And then she found with great dismayHer coat was getting soiled?And feared that, ere 't was even seen,Her beauty would be spoiled.From such a black and dirty placeShe saw 't was time to go;So softly creeping down the wall,She gain'd the street below.A.
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Alas, poor Pussy! every hopeOf admiration o'er,She only long'd to find her wayBack to her home once more.But she, like others I have known,The lesson had to learn,-Though easy 't is to go astray,'T is harder to return.At length she saw what seem'd to herA quiet little placeBeside a post, where she might creepTo wash her sides and face.Yet even here poor Grilda foundShe could not safely stay;Some schoolboys passing by the spotSoon pelted her away.Another little wandererWas pacing up the street,Like Grilda, scarcely knowing whereTo turn her weary feet.'T was Madge Dunlee, a beggar-girl,Sent forth to beg her bread;A child of want and woe was she,Untaught, uncloth'd, unfed.No food that day had touch'd her lips,Yet all had pass'd her by;No one had seen her outstretch'd handOr listen'd to her cry.And thus she linger'd on her way,Till coming to a shop,The fragrant scent of new-baked breadCaused hungry Madge to stop.She knew, poor child! those loaves andbunsHad not been baked for her,Yet from the pleasant sight and smellShe did not care to stir.She gazed so long, they came at lastTo order her away;The baker said 't was not the placeFor beggar-girls to stay.A woman passing from the shopPossess'd a kindly heart;She broke a penny roll in two,And gave the child a part.But just as Madge began to eat,Came Grilda to her side,And plain as starving Pussy couldTo beg a morsel tried.
"Ther e not enough," thought Madge,"f; -.' -1" I mIsure,or PEssy and for me;Butyet how yery weak and faintThe poor thing seems to be !:',niere, take a bit; I know so well;: How bad it feels to want;r:ugh as to giving any more,-i,;-mPuss, indeed I can't."ButIS she sat upon a step,hiting her bit of bread,VI ew'd and touch'd her with her paw,n'p loring to be fed.f F:.,X '. :. .Fie constant cries and eager looks-itesnt 'raight to Madge's heart:ry piece of roll she ate^ g iavs the cat a part.3 Whe scene by chance took place'to? Throckmorton Square,A"n: r 's mistress from her house(JB y d'the hungry pair.She noticed how the beggar-childHer scanty meal had shared,And how, though wanting food herself,For Pussy she had cared.She sent to bid her come withinHer hospitable door,And gave her such a meal as MadgeHad never seen before.Once more in safety, Grilda learn'dA lesson from that day:That 't is not well for little onesAlways to have their way.Her goodness to the'stranger catFor Madge vast changes wrought;The lady placed her in a school,And had her clothed and taught.And thus we see what great eventsFrom trifling things may spring;^So let us kindness try to showTo ev'ry living thing...t6i... .;,'* J14,' .i*-' 'it.> 4.'O ."Lyle. ff-c"/I, I../EI I dS. of~~A,:.... I1.- Y_-" :a_Ix"; ,.,L ::a U'" r" b b
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