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Close by the threshold of a door nail'd fast,

Three kittens sat; each kitten look'd aghast.

I, passing swift and inattentive by,

At the three kittens cast a careless eye;

Not much concerned to know what they did there,

Not deeming kittens worth a poet's care.

But presently a loud and furious hiss

Caus'd me to stop, and to exclaim, "What's this?"

When, lo! upon the threshold met my view,

With head erect, and eyes of fiery hue,

A viper, long as Count de Grasse's queue.

Forth from his head his forked tongue he throws,

Darting it full against a kitten's nose;

Who, having never seen, in field or house,

The like, sat still and silent as a mouse:

Only projecting, with attention due,

Her whisker'd face, she ask'd him, "Who are you?"

On to the hall went I, with pace not slow,

But swift as lightning, for a long Dutch hoe:

With which well arm'd I hastened to the spot,

To find the viper, but I found him not.

And turning up the leaves and shrubs around,

Found only—that he was not to be found.

But still the kittens, sitting as before,

Sat watching close the bottom of the door.

"I hope," said I, "the villain I would kill

Has slipt between the door and the door's sill;

And, if I make despatch and follow hard,

No doubt but I shall find him in the yard;"

For long ere now it should have been rehearsed,

'Twas in the garden that I found him first.

Ev'n there I found him, there the full-grown cat

His head with velvet paw did gently pat:

As curious as the kittens erst had been

To learn what this phenomenon might mean.

Fill'd with heroic ardour at the sight,

And fearing every moment he would bite,

And rob our household of our only cat,

That was of age to combat with a rat;

With outstretched hoe I slew him at the door,

And taught him NEVER TO COME THERE NO MORE.

Lady Austen became a tenant of the vicarage at Olney. When Mr. Newton occupied that parsonage, he had opened a door in the garden-wall, which admitted him in the most commodious manner to visit the sequestered poet, who resided in the next house. Lady Austen had the advantage of this easy intercourse; and so captivating was her society, both to Cowper and to Mrs. Unwin, that these intimate neighbours might be almost said to make one family, as it became their custom to dine always together, alternately in the houses of the two ladies.

The musical talents of Lady Austen induced Cowper to write a few songs of peculiar sweetness and pathos, to suit particular airs that she was accustomed to play on the harpsichord. We insert three of these, as proofs that, even in his hours of social amusement, the poet loved to dwell on ideas of tender devotion and pathetic solemnity.