<h2>LOVERS OF CATS.</h2>
<p>"The Turks greatly admire Cats; to them, their alluring Figure appears
preferable to the Docility, Instinct, and Fidelity of the Dog. Mahomet
was very partial to Cats. It is related, that being called up on some
urgent Business, he preferred <i>cutting off</i> the Sleeve of his Robe, to
<i>waking</i> the Cat, that lay upon it <i>asleep</i>. Nothing more was necessary,
to bring these Animals into high Request. A Cat may even enter a Mosque;
it is caressed there, as the Favourite Animal of the Prophet; while the
Dog, that should dare appear in the Temples, would <i>pollute</i> them with
his Presence, and would be punished with instant <i>Death</i>."<SPAN name="FNanchor_H_8" id="FNanchor_H_8"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_H_8" class="fnanchor">[H]</SPAN></p>
<p>I am indebted to the Rev. T. G. Gardner, of St. Paul's Cray, for the
following from the French:</p>
<p>"A recluse, in the time of Gregory the Great, had it<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_224" id="Page_224"></SPAN></span> revealed to him in
a vision that in the world to come he should have equal share of
beatitude with that Pontiff; but this scarcely contented him, and he
thought some compensation was his due, inasmuch as the Pope enjoyed
immense wealth in this present life, and he himself had nothing he could
call his own save one pet cat. But in another vision he was censured;
his worldly detachment was not so entire as he imagined, and that
Gregory would with far greater equanimity part with his vast treasures
than he could part with his beloved puss."</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Cats Endowed by La Belle Stewart.</span>—One of the chief ornaments of the
Court of St. James', in the reign of Charles II., was "La Belle
Stewart," afterwards the Duchess of Richmond, to whom Pope alluded as
the "Duchess of R." in the well-known line:</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Die and endow a college or a cat.<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>The endowment satirised by Pope has been favourably explained by Warton.
She left annuities to several female friends, with the burden of
maintaining some of her cats—a delicate way of providing for poor and
probably proud gentlewomen, without making them feel that they owed
their livelihood to her mere liberality. But possibly there may have
been a kindliness of thought for both, deeming that those who were dear
friends would be most likely to attend to her wishes.</p>
<p>Mr. Samuel Pepys had at least a gentle nature as regards animals, if he
was not a lover of cats, for in his Diary occurs this note as to the
Fire of London, 1666:</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">"<i>September 5th.</i>—Thence homeward having passed through</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Cheapside and Newgate Market, all burned; and seen Antony Joyce's</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">house on fire. And took up (which I keep by me) a piece of glass</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">of Mercer's chapel in the street, where much more was, so melted</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">and buckled with the heat of the fire like parchment. I did also</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">see a poor cat taken out of a hole in a chimney, joining the wall</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">of the Exchange, with the hair all burned off its body and yet</span><br/></p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_225" id="Page_225"></SPAN></span></p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">alive."</span><br/></p>
<p>Dr. Jortin wrote a Latin epitaph on a favourite cat:<SPAN name="FNanchor_I_9" id="FNanchor_I_9"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_I_9" class="fnanchor">[I]</SPAN></p>
<h4>IMITATED IN ENGLISH.</h4>
<blockquote><p>"Worn out with age and dire disease, a cat, Friendly to all, save
wicked mouse and rat, I'm sent at last to ford the Stygian lake, And
to the infernal coast a voyage make. Me <i>Proserpine</i> receiv'd, and
smiling said, 'Be bless'd within these mansions of the dead. Enjoy
among thy velvet-footed loves, Elysian's sunny banks and shady
groves.' 'But if I've well deserv'd (O gracious queen), If patient
under sufferings I have been, Grant me at least one night to visit
home again, Once more to see my home and mistress dear, And purr these
grateful accents in her ear: "Thy faithful cat, thy poor departed
slave, Still loves her mistress, e'en beyond the grave."'"</p>
</blockquote>
<p>"Dr. Barker kept a Seraglio and Colony of Cats. It happened, that at the
Coronation of George I. the Chair of State fell to his Share of the
Spoil (as Prebendary of Westminster) which he sold to some Foreigner;
when they packed it up, one of his favourite Cats was inclosed along
with it; but the Doctor pursued his treasure in a boat to Gravesend and
recovered her safe. When the Doctor was disgusted with the <i>Ministry</i>,
he gave his <i>Female</i> Cats, the Names of the <i>Chief Ladies</i> about the
Court; and the <i>Male-ones</i>, those of the <i>Men in Power</i>, adorning them
with the Blue, Red, or Green Insignia of Ribbons, which the Persons they
represented, wore."<SPAN name="FNanchor_J_10" id="FNanchor_J_10"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_J_10" class="fnanchor">[J]</SPAN></p>
<p>Daniel, in his "Rural Sports," 1813, mentions the fact that, "In one of
the Ships of the Fleet, that sailed lately from Falmouth, for the West
Indies, went as Passengers a Lady and her <i>seven Lap-dogs</i>, for the
Passage of <i>each</i> of which, she paid <i>Thirty Pounds</i>, on the express
Condition,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_226" id="Page_226"></SPAN></span> that they were to <i>dine</i> at the Cabin-table, and lap their
<i>Wine</i> afterwards. Yet these happy dogs do not engross the <i>whole</i> of
their good Lady's Affection; she has also, in Jamaica, <span class="smcap">Forty Cats</span>, and a
Husband."</p>
<p>"The Partiality to the <i>domestic</i> Cat, has been thus established. Some
Years since, a Lady of the name of Greggs, died at an advanced Age, in
Southampton Row, London. Her fortune was <i>Thirty Thousand Pounds</i>, at
the Time of her Decease. <i>Credite Posteri!</i> her <i>Executors</i> found in her
House <i>Eighty-six living</i>, and <i>Twenty-eight dead Cats</i>. Her Mode of
Interring them, was, as they died, to place them in different Boxes,
which were heaped on one another in Closets, as the <i>Dead</i> are described
by Pennant, to be in the Church of St. Giles. She had a black Female
Servant—to Her she left One hundred and fifty pounds <i>per annum</i> to
keep the <i>Favourites</i>, whom she left <i>alive</i>."<SPAN name="FNanchor_K_11" id="FNanchor_K_11"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_K_11" class="fnanchor">[K]</SPAN></p>
<p>The Chantrel family of Rottingdean seem also to be possessed with a
similar kind of feeling towards cats, exhibiting no fewer than
twenty-one specimens at one Cat Show, which at the time were said to
represent only a small portion of their stock; these ultimately became
almost too numerous, getting beyond control.</p>
<p><i>Signor Foli</i> is a lover of cats, and has exhibited at the Crystal
Palace Cat Show.</p>
<p><i>Petrarch</i> loved his cat almost as much as he loved Laura, and when it
died he had it embalmed.</p>
<p><i>Tasso</i> addressed one of his best sonnets to his female cat.</p>
<p><i>Cardinal Wolsey</i> had his cat placed near him on a chair while acting in
his judicial capacity.</p>
<p><i>Sir I. Newton</i> was also a lover of cats, and there is a good story told
of the philosopher having two holes made in a door for his cat and her
kitten to enter by—a <i>large</i> one for the cat, and a <i>small</i> one for the
kitten.</p>
<p><i>Peg Woffington</i> came to London at twenty-two years of age. After
calling many times unsuccessfully at the house of John Rich, the manager
of Covent Garden, she at last<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_227" id="Page_227"></SPAN></span> sent up her name. She was admitted, and
found him lolling on a sofa, surrounded by twenty-seven cats of all
ages.</p>
<p>The following is from the <i>Echo</i>, respecting a lady well known in her
profession: "Miss Ellen Terry has a passionate fondness for cats. She
will frolic for hours with her feline pets, never tiring of studying
their graceful gambols. An author friend of mine told me of once reading
a play to her. During the reading she posed on an immense tiger-skin,
surrounded by a small army of cats. At first the playful capers of the
mistress and her pets were toned down to suit the quiet situations of
the play; but as the reading progressed, and the plot approached a
climax, the antics of the group became so vigorous and drolly excited
that my poor friend closed the MS. in despair, and abandoned himself to
the unrestrained expression of his mirth, declaring that if he could
write a play to equal the fun of Miss Terry and her cats, his fortune
would be made."</p>
<p><i>Cowper</i> loved his pet hares, spaniel, and cat, and wrote the well-known
"Cat retired from business."</p>
<p><i>Gray</i> wrote a poem on a cat drowned in a vase which contained
gold-fish.</p>
<p><i>Cardinal Richelieu</i> was a lover of the cat.</p>
<p><i>Montaigne</i> had a favourite cat.</p>
<p>Among painters, Gottfried Mind was not only fond of cats, but was one
of, if not the best at portraying them in action; and in England no one
has surpassed Couldery in delineation, nor Miss Chaplin in perfection of
modelling. I am the fortunate possessor of several of her models in
terra cotta, which, though small, are beautiful in finish. Of one, Miss
Chaplin informed me, the details were scratched in with a pin, for want
of better and proper tools.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_228" id="Page_228"></SPAN></span></p>
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