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But, in an evil hour, I said her nay;

And now, alas!

Far-travelled Nicias hath wooed and won

Arsinoë,

With gifts of furry creatures, white and dun,

From over sea."

It is a melancholy truth that after the "little lion" had been domesticated in Greece, we hear nothing to her credit. Theocritus flouts her with a careless word,

and decadent poets, in place of singing her beauty and her grace, as Homer sang of Helen on the battlements of Troy, grow ethical and positively evangelical over her too manifest shortcomings. There was a cat of spirit belonging to the epigrammatist, Agathias, who, when the occasion offered, ate her master's tame partridge, for which deed she has been handed down to posterity as an unnatural and infuriate monster. Agathias solaced himself by writing two poems on the tragedy, one of which has been very charmingly—if very freely—translated by Mr. Richard Garnett.

"O cat in semblance, but in heart akin

To canine raveners, whose ways are sin;

Still at my hearth a guest thou dar'st to be?

Unwhipt of Justice, hast no dread of me?

Or deem'st the sly allurements shall avail

Of purring throat and undulating tail?