Catoninetales A Domestic Epic: By Hattie Brown: A young lady of colour lately deceased at the age of 14 [i.e. W. J. Linton] |
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THE PEDIGREE
For every one to see;
And fit is it the world should know
Kok Robyn's pedigree.
Listen, dear lords and ladies all!
Lend willing ears to me!
Which well-writ scrolls remark:
Of very ancient ancestry,
The Two Cats in the Ark:
A fact that's so remarkable,
I could not keep it dark.
When Kow o'erleap'd the Moon;
And the Cat that Mother Hubbard's Dog
Was feeding with a spoon;
And on maternal side that Puss
In Boots like a dragoon,
He claim'd in line from him
Who, housed with a belovèd witch,
One night went up the chim-
Ney, crying I am King o' the Cats!
The taile is true, though Grimm.
Was well-sung Gilbert Katte
Who Philip Sparowe slew, rehearsed
By his own laureat.
Tho' Cornish cats such tailes deny,
Tailes may be long for that.
'Mong his grandsires came down
The Patron of Dick Whittington,
Who brought him such renown
He purseveres at top o' 'Change
In Troynovant's great town.
Of Goody Two-Shoes' friends?
The chief her Cat, a Cat of birth,
Though here she condescends:
And so her countenance lends.
The House of CAT is placed!
The English Lion without spot,
The Scottish ne'er disgraced.
What knight could bear a prouder crest
Than Wild-Cat from the waist?
When Thor in Giant-Land
Put forth his godship in its power,
Which nought else could withstand,
There was the Cat of Destiny
To make him weak of hand.
By Cats her coach is led;
And look where, following Bacchus' car,
The wild-limb'd Mœnads spread,
And Fawns with Tigers dance to the tune
In old Silenus' head.
The Titans did displace,
And scamper'd the jovial Gods like beasts,
Sol's Sister took Cat-grace
And swore she would die an old maid or
A Cat: so made her race.
The Moon-ruled realm of Night,
Diana, huntress chased and fair,
Appears to flee; but light
Returns to chase the grey mouse clouds
With re-Olympian might.
Their place to guard the Soul
In royal tombs; no people yet
Have Cats consider'd foul,
Though rude art quite mistakingly
Made Pallas' Cat an owl.
In her most high attaint
In haughty Rome, held at her feet
A Cat without complaint,
Imaging order'd liberty,
True freedom, with restraint.
The Cat of Judah's Tribe,
Saint Mark's too; but the Nemæan mark,
To whom we must ascribe
This fame, Alcides claim'd his skin
The gods themselves to bribe.
A Cat, which loved a man,
Became a woman for his sake
And—but (the story ran)
A mouse disturb'd their wedded bliss,
Before the bliss began.
Of the woman Cattish turn'd,
Saved only when her head was off,
Her taile extremely burn'd!
There really is a power of things
That might from Cats be learn'd.
I may not dare to speak:
The maiden Truth so pure and bold,
And Strength so maiden meek:
To retail Spenser, seems to me,
Should task the soul of Cheke.
Too many much to quote,
Traverse the Nubia of my thought,—
And most are known by rote:
There have been Cats of note.
One saintlike Cat behold.
Whom Gregory (Nazianzen styled)
To his great heart did fold,
A nimble Cat upon his knees
To see the nimb of gold.
Vouch'd history, not myth,
And men of might in arts, and arms
Of most heroic pith,
The name of Cat made honourable,
If not so common as Smith;
Catullus, widely famed
For song; also Leonidas;
For race of Cat are claim'd:
Beside some dozen Popes,— of some
Cats need not be ashamed.
And Russia's lustiest dame;
And Shakspere's Queen, may be divorced,
But not divorced from Fame;
With Kate, the wild Kate of his love
Petruchio cared to tame.
The Portingals' sweet flower,
That Petrarch had for dower;
St. Catherine of the Wheel, pourtray'd
By Raffaele's gracious power.
As pyrotechnics know:
July, or say November nights,
They make a pretty show,
With boys and belles and squibs and shells
And rockets all of a row.
The radiant Lion's-Teeth,
French Dents-de-Lion; Lion's-Foot,
Growing moist woods beneath,
Curing the snake's bite; Lion's-Tail
With many-purpled wreath;
(Cat-nep) by Cats esteem'd;
The garden darling, Lion's-Heart;
The Lily, Leopard-schemed;
The particolour'd Tiger-Flower,
The flower that Juno dream'd.
What names of ancient note!
How long the list when Noah discharged
His Mesopotamian boat!
I wonder if the little Noahs
Had all their names by rote.
Tiger with tabbied skin
(Whence tabard); Panther, Eyra, Ounce;
Leopard, so lithe and thin;
Rimau-dahan, and Catamount:
These but the list begin.
The Chetah, fleet in chase;
The Javan Marquay; Caracal
(Imperial Rome's disgrace);
The gaiter'd Lynx; the Western world
Has links of the same race.
The long-tail'd Ocelot;
The Puma, Lion of the West;
The Jaguar,— for no spot
He'd change with any pard alive,
However streak'd his lot;
At the old East once more,—
The sandy Chaus o' Nile; and look
To Thebes, where dwelt of yore
Our Rob's immediate ancestors,
Now ceremented o'er.
Though, own we must, allied
And Aristotle-class'd as Cats,
But on the sinister side,—
Feline Fitzclarensioux,— in such
No Family Cat takes pride.
Might be a martinet;
Mustepha Weasel, not a Cat,
He on his ottoman set.
Faugh! fie! foumarts! what sense in that?
I smell that gaily yet.
This gens, this powerful clan,
Their blood from many so noble source
Through our Kok Robyn ran,
As run the rivers to the sea;
No proudest Catalan
Of tortoise, one to vaunt,
He show'd grand as that Tortoise is
That bears the Elephant
That bears the World. Hyperbolic?
Be more exact I can't.
The Hindu) I prefer
To black or white, or black and white,
Or even the tabby fur:
A tortoise-shell Tom-Cat, they say,
Is rare. Or say it were.
No coxcomb brought his bride
In variegated vanity
Our well-comb'd Kok outvied:
No limner hand might paint that skin.
And yet Kok Robyn dyed.
R.I.P.
Requiescat in pacè!English'd, Let him lie still!
Or, His cat-bones be aisy!
That's pat,
By Catequil.
NOTE
Catequil is Peru's God of Thunder.
What could be more appropriate?
Kok Robyn is consecrate to Thor.
NOTE BY THE EDITOR The pedigreeable portion of the fore-going fytte appears to have been borrowed from or at least suggested by an old poem of the sixteenth century, by Lydius Cattus, put afterwards into Dutch by one Jacob Cat, Cats, Catts, or Catz, for the spelling cat-like is various. The Fight to come follows the account of an affair with the Catti, after the Commentaries of Cæsar, as translated by the French historian, Catrow; and is in some measure an imitation of the Galeomnomachia of Theo. Prodonius.
Whether the Shield of England first contained Lions or Libbards (leopards) has been the subject of many serious inquiries. In the year 1235 Ferdinand, Emperor of the West, gave Henry III three leopards for his coat. Casson's Heraldry.
In the Roll of Caerlaverock the banner of Edward I has 3 leopards.
Lions in England's coat, says Shakspere.
Leopards on thy shield, says Walter Scott.
Whether the Shield of England first contained Lions or Libbards (leopards) has been the subject of many serious inquiries. In the year 1235 Ferdinand, Emperor of the West, gave Henry III three leopards for his coat. Casson's Heraldry.
In the Roll of Caerlaverock the banner of Edward I has 3 leopards.
Lions in England's coat, says Shakspere.
Leopards on thy shield, says Walter Scott.
“The Cat-Moon eats the grey mice of the Night.” PanCattantrums, Book 1, chap. 13. Pan-criti (cretur), the Hindu Goddess of Nature, drives a car drawn by countless myriads of Cats.
Felis maniculata, the progenitor of our domestic cats, their mummies still remaining. See also their monuments at Thebes.
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