But an angel of mercy, to comfort God's poor—
Sent hither, by Heaven, to do its decrees,
And serve the exclusives, the great F. F. Y. V.;
But the Cat declared plainly, with old-fashioned truth,
That he knew 'twas a rat, by its venomous tooth;
He had seen it in Egypt, in England and France,
Yea, all o'er the world it had led him a dance;
And now, having found him again on his track,
Out! out! went his claws, and up! up! went his back;
His hairs stood like bristles, and he wag'd his huge tail,