92 A POT OF PRESERVES FROM MOUNT PARNASSUS.

Cat’s meat!—cat’s meat!
Now, it makes me sigh.

All, all! are gone—Puss—Tiny—Trot—

Poor Tit they sent away, long miles!
And Kiddlums perish’d in a brawl—

They found his body on the tiles.
With childhood’s days have pass’d away

The batter’d scales—the jolting van!
But still I’m quite resolved on this—

I won't forget the Cats’ Meat Man.

III.—_THE ETHIOPIAN SCHOOL.

 

Tue following school is not quite as popular as it was a few years

ago, when its introduction ereated a perfect furor. It is, however,