thoughts,

'That make them eagle wings
To pierce the unborn years.'

The 'Ollapodiana' papers are concluded in the third number, and a portion
of the issue is devoted to the commencement of the 'Miscellaneous Prose
Papers' of the writer, which are both numerous and various, 'A Chapter on
Cats' records an amusing story, replete with incident, which turns upon
the deplorable consequences, in one sad instance at least, of cat-killing.
An illustrative although not satisfactory passage is subjoined:

'I am subject, in summer, to restlessness. Thick-coming fancies
mar my rest, and my ear is peculiarly sensitive to the least
inappropriate sound. One sultry evening in July, I returned home
later than usual, from an arbitration, wherein I lost a cause on
which I had counted certainly to win. I suspect I bored the
arbitrators with too long a plea, and too voluminous quotations of
precedents; for when I finished, two were asleep, and most of the
others yawning. They decided against my client, and I came home
mad with chagrin, and crept into bed, longing for speedy oblivion
in the arms of Sleep.

'But that calm sister of Death would not be won to my embrace. I
lay tossing for a long time in 'restless ecstacy,' until vexed and
overwearied nature at last sunk to repose. I could not have
slumbered over ten minutes, before I was awakened by the most
outrageous caterwauling that ever stung the human ear. I arose in
a fury, and looked out of the window. All was still. The cause for
outcry appeared to have ceased. Now and then there was a low
gutteral wail, between a suppressed grunt and a squeal; but it was
so faint that nothing could have lived 'twixt that and silence.
After a listening probation of a few minutes, I slunk back into my
sheets.

'I had scarcely dozed a quarter of an hour, when the obnoxious
vociferations arose again. They were fierce, ill-natured, and
shrill. I arose again, vexed beyond endurance. All was quiet in a
moment. I am not given to profanity; I deem it foolish and wicked;
but on this occasion, after stretching my body like a sheeted
ghost, half out of the window, and gazing into the shadows of the
garden to discover the object of my annoyance, I exclaimed in a
loud and spiteful voice, which expressed my concentrated hate:

----'_D--n that cat!_'

''Young gentleman,' sa