at which the merchant lifted up his eyes, and thanked Heaven for sending him such a prosperous voyage. Then they told him the adventures of the cat, shewed him the cabinet of jewels which they had brought for little Whittington. Upon which he cried out with great earnestness, but not in the most poetical manner,
“Go call him, and tell him of his fame,
And call him Mr Whittington by name.”
It is not our business to animadvert upon these lines. We are not critics, but historians. It is sufficient for us, that they are the words, of Mr. Fitzwarren; and though it is beside our purpose, and perhaps not in our power to prove him a good poet, we shall soon convince the reader that he was a good man, which was a much better character: for when some, who were present, told him that this treasure was too much for such a poor boy as Whittington, he said, “God forbid that I
