And let a voice be murmuring near, When other sounds are faint and low. And whisper softly in my ear. When Death's chill dews are on my ear-- "Yes, we shall meet again, When this world's strife is over; And, where comes not care or pain, A better land discover." _Kirton Lindsey_. ANNE R. * * * * * WHO WAS KATERFELTO? (_To the Editor_.) Perhaps some of your curious readers would oblige me with a little information concerning the personage mentioned in these lines of Cowper:-- "And Katerfelto, with his hair on end, At his own wonders wondering for his bread," _Task--Winter Evening_. All that _I_ could discover about him, I found accidentally in a pamphlet on Quackery, published in 1805, at Kingston-upon-Hull. In a note to that little work, I am informed that _Dr_. Katerfelto _practised_ on the people of London in the influenza of 1782; that he added to his _nostrum_ the fascinations of hocus pocus; and that among other philosophical apparatus, he employed the services of some extraordinary _black cats_, with which he astonished the ignorant, and confounded the vulgar. But he was not, it seems, so successful in his practice when out of London: not long before his death, he was committed by the Mayor of Shrewsbury to the common House of Correction in that town, as a vagrant and impostor. When or how he died does not appear. Cowper, when he mentions the name of Katerfelto, in the _Task_, in alluding to the advertisements of the London newspapers--and probably wrote the passage in the year 1782. The _Task_ was published complete in 1785. Whoever has easy access to the newspapers of 1782 or thereabout (as I, at this moment have not) will most probably discover some amusing particulars about this _Doctor_, that may attract your readers, few of whom will be more gratified than _Great Russell-st_. W.C. * * * * * THE CHEROOT. (_To the Editor_.)