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358 Thus nature has resolv'd to pay her The cat's nine lives, and eke the care. Long may she live, and help her friends Whene'er it suits her private ends; Domestick business never mind Till coffee has her stomach lin'd; But, when her breakfast gives her courage, Then think on Stella's chicken-porridge; I mean when Tiger has been serv'd, Or else poor Stella may be starv'd. May Bec have many an evening nap, With Tiger slabbering in her lap; But always take a special care She does not overset the chair! Still be she curious, never hearken To any speech but Tiger's barking! And when she's in another scene, Stella long dead, but first the dean, May fortune and her coffee get her Companions that will please her better! Whole afternoons will sit beside her, Nor for neglects or blunders chide her; A goodly set as can be found Of hearty gossips prating round; Fresh from a wedding or a christening, To teach her ears the art of listening, And please her more to hear them tattle, Than the Dean storm, or Stella rattle. Late be her death, one gentle nod, When Hermes, waiting with his rod, Shall to Elysian fields invite her, Where there will be no cares to fright her! ON