it was upon the animal the bewitched ones determined to wreak their vengeance, and then it was that the true satanic nature of poor Puss appeared. Traps were set to catch her, but she would not be caught; ropes were purchased to hang her, but she would not bow her head to the noose; and, finally, a blunderbuss was loaded to shoot her-loaded to the very muzzle. By conjurations and enchantments, when that gun was fired, it knocked the holder backwards, and never injured the black Cat. Another man tried, with the same result, and yet another. It was evident the gun was bewitched, so Pussy's murder was given up for the time, and, with the exception of the tip of her tail, lost in one of the traps, passed the remainder of her life happy and unmutilated.

CHAPTER X.

of Cat's-head apples is surely the greatest biggest

one. The legend runs thus :

"The Widow Tomkins had a back room, on the second floor;

Her name was on a neat brass plate on one side of the door :
Companion she had only one-a beautiful Tom Cat,

Who was a famous mouser, the dickens for a rat :

His colour was a tabby, and his skin as soft as silk,
And she would lap him every day while he lapped the milk.
One day she was disturbed from sleep with double rat-tat-tat,
And she went in such a hurry that she quite forgot her Cat.

Poor Thomas, soon as day-light came, walked up and down the floor,

And heard the dogs'-meat woman cry “Cats’-meat” at the door; With hunger he got fairly wild, though formerly so tame

Another day passed slowly, another just the same.

With hunger he so hungry was-it did so strong assail,

That, although very loath, he was obliged to eat his tail.

This whetted quite his appetite, and though his stump was sore,
The next day he was tempted (sad) to eat a little more.

To make his life the longer then, he made his body shorter,
And one after the other attacked each hinder quarter.

He walked about on two fore legs, alas! without beholders,
'Till more and more by hunger pressed, he dined on both his
shoulders.

Next day he found (the cannibal!) to eating more a check,
Although he tried, and did reach all he could reach of his neck.
But as he could not bite his ear, all mournfully he cried,—
Towards the door he turned his eyes, cocked up his nose, and died.
The widow did at last return, and oh! how she did stare,
She guessed the tale as soon as she saw Tom's head lying there.
Quite grief sincerely heart-felt as she owned his fate a hard'un,
She buried it beneath an apple-tree just down her garden.
So mark what strange effects from little causes will appear,
The fruit of this said tree was changed, and strangely, too, next

year.

The neighbours say ('tis truth, for they're folks who go to chapels), This Cat's head was the sole first cause of all the Cat's-head

apples!"