The butcher, stupid clown, gave him eight blows before he struck the right place.

The ox bellowed, and turned his great black eyes on my father, and I fell in a faint." Miss Laura turned away, and Mrs.Wood followed her, saying: "If ever you want to kill a cat, Laura, give it cyanide of potassium.

I killed a poor old sick cat for Mrs.Windham the other day.

We put half a teaspoonful of pure cyanide of potassium in a long-handled wooden spoon, and dropped it on the cat's tongue, as near the throat as we could.

Poor pussy she died in a few seconds.