Who loved to stroke her soft, confiding face,
Who gave her food and shelter from her birth,
Who joined in all her harmless youthful mirth;
But, when they went for holidays to roam,
Shut-to the door of what had been her home,
And thoughtless left to die upon the mat,
Their faithful but forgotten Tabby-cat."

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[Illustration: "KNOCKED 'EM IN THE WEST-MIN-IS-TER ROAD."

"WHO'RE YER GOIN' TO MEET, BILL?
'AVE YER BOUGHT THE STREET, BILL?"]

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[Illustration: A SATISFACTORY PATIENT.

_Family Doctor_. "WELL, MY LITTLE MAN, AND HOW ARE YOU THIS MORNING?"

_Young Hopeful_. "OH, NURSEY SAYS I'M _EVER SO MUCH NORMALLER
TO-DAY!_"]

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ROBERT LOWE, VISCOUNT SHERBROOKE.

BORN, 1811. DIED, JULY 27, 1892.