THE DEATH OF THE CAT.

Thanks mainly to Punch! – readers who doubt this should look back some thirty volumes, and see how Punch attacked and has continued to attack her – thanks mainly to Punch, the cat is on her last legs both in Army and in Navy, and Punch will take good care that no one lifts a hand to save her. Slowly, but with sureness, she is passing from among us, and we need not fear we ever more shall look upon her like. The cat has no relations to endow with her bad properties; and although her lives may be as many as her tails, no long time can pass before we see the end of them. Moritura vos saluto is now a fitting phrase for her, wherewith to introduce herself to those who wish her further; and as she visibly grows weaker on every fresh appearance, there seems very little question but that we shall soon lose sight of her. Reduced to her last legs, and being as she is upon the very worst of footing, there is no doubt she must shortly disappear in toe-toe. In an inquest be demanded to decide what were the causes which induced her dissolution, it will not be found difficult to find a verdict in the case, “Died from the attacks of Punch and Popular Opinion” of course would be at once the finding of the July, and no Coroner could hesitate one moment in confirming it. That the death has been a lingering one is not the fault of the assailants; but the cat, be it remembered, is an “ancient institution,” and, like old annuitants, “Ancient Institutions” are always slow to die.

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