The Book of Cats. 8 1 



(You will observe that the poet sacrifices every- 

 thing for the rhyme, and I do not blame him, when 

 I contemplate the noble result) : — 



" In search of work he wandered round, 

 Till his heart was sick and sore ; 

 Then cold and hungry laid him down 

 Besides a Merchant's door. 

 The Merchant kindly took him in, 

 And gave him food to eat, 

 But the plainest of plain cooks " — 



(Do you notice the poet's wit and humour ?) 



" Him cruelly did treat." 



(There is a picture here of the Cook beating- 

 Whittington with two ladles.) 



" No longer could he stay. 



So towards the famous Highgate Hill 



Poor Dick he ran away. 



Four miles he ran, then weaiied much, 



He sat him on a stone, 



And heard the merry bells of Bow 



Speak to him in this tone — 

 ' Turn again, Whittington, 



Thrice Lord Mayor of London.' " 



The poet's lines at this point have been beauti- 

 fully illustrated by a picture of Whittington, sitting 

 on the stone aforesaid, labelled '' four miles to 

 London," in an attitude of attention, whilst the 

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