"The 24th September, 1632, Sir Nicholas Saunders told me hee herd my lady of Arundall, widow of Phylip who dyed in y'e Tower 1595, a virtuous and religious lady in her way, tell the ensuing relation of a Cat her Lord had. Her Lord's butler on a tyme, lost a cuppe or bowle of sylver, or at least of y't prise he was much troubled for, and knowing no other way, he went to a wyzard or Conjurer to know what was become of it, who told him he could tell him where he might see the bowle if he durst take it. The servant sayd he would venture to take it if he could see it, bee it where it would. The wyzard then told hym in such a wood there was a bare place, where if he hyed himself for a tyme he appoynted, behind a tree late in the night he should see y'e Cuppe brought in, but w'th all advised him if he stept in to take it, he should make hast away w'th it as fast as myght bee. The servant observed what he was commanded by y'e Conjurer, and about Mydnyght he saw his Lord's Cat bring in the cup was myst, and divers other creatures bring in severall other things; hee stept in, went, and felt y'e Cuppe, and hyde home: where when he came he told his fellow servants this tale, so y't at y'e last it was caryed to my Lord of Arundel's eare; who, when his Cat came to him, purring about his leggs as they used to doo, began jestingly to speake to her of it. The Cat presently upon his speech flewe in his face, at his throat, so y't w'thout y'e help of company he had not escaped w'thout hurt, it was w'th such violence: and after my lord being rescued got away, unknown how, and never after seene. "There is just such a tale told of a cat a Lord Willoughby had, but this former coming from so good hands I cannot but believe.--R. T." L. B. L. _Witchcraft._--In the 13th year of the reign of King William the Third--