Litchfield enquirer., 1862-09-18
Welch, Noah B Welch, Warren; Jacob Went. worth, New Milford; Thomas Wheeler, Water town Alfred White, Salisbury; George A Wood. Washington ss.s5 a et

town; Alfred White, Salisbury; George A Wood. Washington. aa .a ;. eE ON THE DEATH OF AN AMIABLE CAT
 s AN ELEGY.i x4s.. -ae a Here plant the cypress and funeral yew, -.
 Here all your tears, ye'weeping willows shed, Here, to sad Elegy, your Catgut screw,
 Ye doleful Nine, for Tom, your Tom is dead. Not strophe, or antistrophe, I ween,
 Shall cramp the dirge, in stiff and measured
 .a verse,
 No-let your griefs o'erfow, like Hippocrene,
 And deep Catastrophe! his fate rehearse. Sing all his lives-a life for every Muse,
 In vain to Tom prolific nature gave, Yet still Pierians, ye may pick and choose.
 And with nine epitaphs anoint his grave One life alone to man the gods bestow:
 Nor are the Cattle better of for breath . Yet Tom, with three times three was forced to go
 So prodigal the he-catonabs of death. Kitten that's born of cat the bucket kicks:
 And for shroud its skin but seldom keeps; But Tom, with fur uninjur'd, cross'd the Styx,
 And snuely in cathedral comfort sleeps. For no untimely chance his liver hit
 Nor fell he-fshing in china jar; No catalepsis snatched him in fit: No fierce cathartick, nor impure catarrh. Nor did some rash adventure "do him up,'
 Like Ammons son, with glory drunk ,and wine Nor self-invited, he, with Pluto sup: Or die like Cato, or like Cataline! Nor was the fatal dart abruptly thrown,
 As from catapult, with vengeance quick; Gradual he sunk; and sure some graven stone ;
 Will tell, how true he died Catholick. For, by his wagging tail, his dying swoon;
 Prov'd, to his eye, reveald celestial blisses; From ITi,yo chaste, and ancient as the moon;
 Or-as a paw he stretch d-perhaps from
 Pisces Perhaps some spirit said, or seem'd to say,
 'Come, Tommy, come-I lead to Paradise! Here, turn thy whiskers to the milky way Here's all Elysium full of birds and mice P |. But seek we not the vision to disclose,
 Or call his secrets from their awful home; There they alike with cat and skin repose,
 Mute as a mummy in a catacomb! There, though my own like cataracts oerhow, For eyer sleep in peace those emerald eyes; There rest his loyes-it love can rest below
 Those loves old maids were wont to catechise :! Yet oft at midnight catterwauls hear,
 When to the moon their flames thy mates
 disclose,
 Lurd by my cat-call to thy hallow'd bier,
 Shall mcw the Juliets and the Romeos. Due classic rites shall sooth thy purring ghost
 Nine victim rats-nine nestlngs from the tree!
 Sopp'd in bohea, both votive cates and toast,
 Ana meet libations-cmerd creams, for thee, Then stalking round thy grave, in sable pail, l While the black torches shed their funeral flames,
 On Fuss, Grinalkin, Tabby, Tom, we'll call, Invoking all thy catalogue of names. Where'er the shape the manes shall assume Whethsr, ennobled thou tiger rise, Or creep, transforn'L, mouse about the room 1 Or in some antique nun thy soul disguise. Whate'er thy lot now eternized thy name l Shall live embam'd in monody lthe mine; And cen from Charon thou shalt homage clain Thus by my muse endeard to Proserpine. MORAL.
 Twixt life and death, how close the Catenatior
 Just like bond and judgment to a Jew: The payment coupled with the ebligation,- How Categorical the Ctachpole too! The forfeit up, no, bail, alas! alas! l A while it's Cataplastc aid may lend Stern Rhadamanthus serves his Cdpias; And Caterpillar-like with worms we end!