[TO THE EDITOR OF THE "SPECTATOR."]
Sin,—Of the telling of many stories of cats and dogs there is no end, and much reading of them is a delight to the flesh. Here is a genuine one told to me by a dear and most trust- worthy friend,—an incumbent in Yorkshire. His dog had certain religious instincts, and when he saw the books brought out for evening prayers, retired to his corner. One evening they were brought out while he was gnawing a bone. In- stinctively he dropped it and withdrew. The cat, being a pagan and carnivorous, took possession of the bone. The dog glowered at her, but budged not an inch. Scarcely had the last "Amen" sounded, when he made one spring. The fate of that cat I have not words to describe.—I am, Sir, dm,
ROBERT GWYNNE.
St. iffary's Vicarage, Charing Cross Road, TV.C., October 19th.
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