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 have acted like the majority of his fellow ne"; but as he lad met with very few, and those few had net been of very serious complexion, he could afford to be deeply philosophical on ,l'o subject, and felt him self competent, of course, tO form laws by which the tempers oS meH in the aggregate should be governed. He did m,t, howev- CT, feel, when hc violently sns0ie Ihe piI- low, that the little ebuitiOn par,Ook snmc- what of the nature of passion, and just commenced representing himself for hay ing ihdnlgcd in that little ebultion, when Valentine cried, ''' 'r a'.

 |" Meyow !! pi. pit! meyow!'' '' .''

 Hall"!" cried MT. Beagle, "here again !'' ... r .,..',... .... ...,'..

 Mew," cried Valentine in somewhat higher key. a ... ,- g.'-t,.,

 What, another come to contribute to the harmony of the evening '" t.' 1't.... " Meyow! meyow ]" cried Valentine in a key still higher.

 Well, how many more of you !' in- quired MT. Beagle. "You will be able ,o get up second concert by and by ;'' and Valentine began to pit and swear with great felicity. .' -.t at a.

 "Swear away you beauties," cried MT. Beagle, as he listened to tbis velley of ie- line oathS. '' Il only wish was not SO much afraid of you, for your sakes. At tt again r. We'll this is strange. Don't you hear these cats '" he cried, anxious not to have all the fun himself; but Valentine recon,- menced snoring very loudly. g. .. 7ar4

 Well, this is particularly pleasant" he continued, as he sat up in bed. "Don't you hear2 What comfort it is to be able to sleep so soundly!" which rensark- able observation was doubtless provoked by the no less remarkable fact that the splitting and swearing became more aud more desperate. "''-'@1 e' >a.ls

 What's to be done ! my brooches are right in the midst of them all. can't get out now they'd tear the very flesh off my legs; and that fellow there sleeps like a top. Haflo! do you mean to say yoH don'i hear these cats how they arS going it g'' 'la Valentine meant to say no such thing, for the whole of the timc that he was l.ol engaged in, neyewine and spitiing, he was diligently occupied i5s snoring, whieh had 2 very gopd el1pct, and served 10 i'll nn ihe intervals exceedingly wslls s

 Az length tho patieneesof MF. Raaele began 70 exapoFste; for the hostile mi raals continsisd sos baule Bppavently great desperation. Hs therefore iisfAM '. pillow with great violence into the bsd Sl his companion, and ,slsouted so loudly, tha, Valentine, feeling that ii would be perfec, l nonseHse for him t0 pretend Co, be asleep any longer, began to yawn very naturally, and then cry out, -a.rF'iA y3 slt@ a" Who's thsra2 2'' ea3 rsa si5%f."n q" "" Iris l." shouted Mr. eBeagfe. Don't you hear those witches of cats ?'' Hish ," cried Valentine, ''wly there are two, of them." .s., i.l <. ...j..,1 ...t. ..s

 "Two!" said Mr. Beagle, "more ike ly tive and twenty. I've turned out dozen myself. There's swarm, whole colony of them here, and 1 know no more about light than n fool" arg >''+' "'

 70 never mind," said Valentine, "let's go to sleep, they'll be quiet by and by

 "I's all very fine to say, let's go to sleep, but who's to do il ?" cried Beagle emphaticalIy. " Blast the cats l wisI, there want a cat under heaven. do with all my soul! They are such spiteful ycrmin, too, when they happen to De put out, and there's one of them in a passion, l know from her splitting, confopnd her! ] wish from the bottom of my heart it was the very last spit sho had in her." t.s., % While MT. Beagle was indnlging in these highly appropriate observations, Valentine was laboring with great energy in the pro- duction of various bitter cries which are characteristic of the refined race aud for man who possessed very slight knowl- edge of the grammatical construction of the language of that race, it must in justice be said, that he developed degree of Au- ency, which did him great credit. ]. He purred, mcwed, cried, swors sud spit, un- til the perspiratioH oozed at every pore, and naade the sheets as vet as if they had been dampened for the n'anele. srt . .., What on earth are we to do !" inguir- ed MT. PlumpDee. "I myself have hor- TOT of cats" pl .+p..u u.... ..... ..a,.st 3sltc "The same to me and many OF 'em !" observed MT. Beagle, let's wake Sp that young fellow, perhaps he don't mind them '" .. Pa! '''r '.

 Isallo !'' cried Plumplee, .,., ,...- .'g

 HalIo !'' shouted Mr. Beagle i; but as neither could make any impression spon Valentine, and as both were afraid to get of the bed to shake him, they proceeded to roll up the blankets and sheets into balls and to pell Mim with in6Dite zeal. ys''H 9 " Who's there1 What's the matter 2" cried Valentine at length, in ike coolest tone imaginable, although his exer.ions made him sweat like tinker. ...,... "For Heavens sake, my dear y"ung friend,' said MT. Plumplee, "dO assist us in turning these cats out" '.