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Dick Whittington And His Cat

from Favorite Fairy Tales.





In the reign of King Edward the Third there was a poor orphan boy, named
Dick Whittington, living in a country village a long way from London. He
was a sharp little lad, and the stories that he heard of London being
paved with gold made him long to visit that city.

One day, a large wagon and eight horses, with bells at their heads,
drove through the village. Dick thought it must be going to London, so
he asked the driver to let him walk by the side of the wagon. As soon as
the driver heard that poor Dick had neither father nor mother, and saw
by his ragged clothes that he could not be worse off than he was, he
told him he might go if he would; so they set off together.

Dick got safely to London, and was in such a hurry to see the fine
streets paved with gold, that he ran through many of them, thinking
every moment to come to those that were paved with gold; for Dick had
seen a guinea three times in his own little village, and remembered what
a lot of money it brought in change; so he thought he had nothing to do
but to take up some little bits of pavement, and he would then have as
much money as he could wish for. Poor Dick ran till he was tired, and
had quite forgotten his friend the driver. At last, finding it grow
dark, and that every way he turned he saw nothing but dirt instead of
gold, he sat down in a dark corner, and cried himself to sleep. Next
morning, being very hungry, he got up and walked about, and asked
everybody he met to give him a halfpenny to keep him from starving.
At last, a good-natured-looking gentleman saw how hungry he looked.

"Why don't you go to work, my lad?" said he.

"I would," answered Dick, "but I do not know how to get any."

"If you are willing," said the gentleman, "come with me;" and so
saying, he took him to a hayfield, where Dick worked briskly, and lived
merrily till the hay was all made. After this, he found himself as badly
off as before; and being almost starved again, he laid himself down at
the door of Mr. Fitzwarren, a rich merchant. Here the cook, an
ill-tempered woman, called out to poor Dick:

"What business have you there, you lazy rogue? If you do not take
yourself away, we will see how you like a sousing of some dish-water I
have here, that is hot enough to make you jump."



At this time Mr. Fitzwarren himself came home to dinner; and when he saw
a dirty ragged boy lying at the door, he said, in a kind and gentle
voice:

"Why do you lie there, my lad? you seem old enough to work; I am afraid
you are lazy."

"No, sir," said Dick to him. "I would work with all my heart; but I do
not know anybody, and I am sick for want of food."

"Poor fellow!" answered Mr. Fitzwarren; "get up, and let me see what
ails you."

Dick tried to rise, but was too weak to stand, for he had not eaten
anything for three days. So the kind merchant ordered him to be taken
into the house, and have a good dinner given to him; and to be kept to
do what dirty work he could for the cook.

Dick would have lived happily in this good family, if it had not been
for the ill-natured cook, who was finding fault and scolding him from
morning till night; and, besides, she was so fond of basting, that,
when she had no roast meat to baste, she would be basting poor Dick.

But though the cook was so ill-tempered, the footman was quite
different. He had lived in the family many years, and was an elderly
man, and very kind-hearted. He had once a little son of his own, who
died when about the age of Dick; so he could not help feeling pity for
the poor boy, and sometimes gave him a halfpenny to buy gingerbread or
a top. The footman was fond of reading, and used often in the evening to
entertain the other servants with some amusing book. Little Dick took
pleasure in hearing this good man, which made him wish very much to
learn to read too; so the next time the footman gave him a halfpenny,
he bought a little book with it; and with the footman's help, Dick soon
learnt his letters, and afterwards to read.



About this time, Miss Alice, Mr. Fitzwarren's daughter, was going out
one morning for a walk, and Dick was told to put on a suit of good
clothes that Mr. Fitzwarren gave him, and walk behind her. As they went,
Miss Alice saw a poor woman with one child in her arms and another on
her back. She pulled out her purse and gave the woman some money; but as
she was putting it into her pocket again, she dropped it on the ground
and walked on. It was lucky that Dick was behind, and saw what she had
done, for he picked up the purse and gave it to her again. Another time,
when Miss Alice was sitting with the window open and amusing herself
with a favorite parrot, it suddenly flew away to the branch of a high
tree, where all the servants were afraid to venture after it. As soon as
Dick heard of this, he pulled off his coat, and climbed up the tree as
nimbly as a squirrel; and, after a great deal of trouble, caught her and
brought her down safely to his mistress. Miss Alice thanked him, and
liked him ever after for this.

The ill-humored cook was now a little kinder; but, besides this, Dick
had another hardship to get over. His bed stood in a garret, where there
were so many holes in the floor and the walls, that every night he was
waked in his sleep by the rats and mice, which ran over his face, and
made such a noise that he sometimes thought the walls were tumbling down
about him. One day, a gentleman who came to see Mr. Fitzwarren wanted
his shoes polished; Dick took great pains to make them shine, and the
gentleman gave him a penny. With this he thought he would buy a cat; so
the next day, seeing a little girl with a cat under her arm, he went up
to her, and asked if she would let him have it for a penny. The girl
said she would, and that it was a very good mouser. Dick hid the cat in
the garret, and always took care to carry a part of his dinner to her;
and in a short time he had no more trouble from the rats and mice.



Soon after, his master had a ship ready to sail; and as he thought it
right all his servants should have some chance for good fortune as well
as himself, he called them into the parlor, and asked them if they
wanted to take a share in the trading trip. They all had some money that
they were willing to venture, except poor Dick, who had neither money
nor goods. For this reason he did not come into the parlor with the
rest; but Miss Alice guessed what was the matter, and ordered him to be
called in. She then said she would put in money for him from her own
purse; but her father told her this would not do, for Dick must send
something of his own. When poor Dick heard this, he said he had nothing
but a cat.

"Fetch your cat then, my good boy," said Mr. Fitzwarren, "and let her
go."

Dick went upstairs and brought down poor puss, and gave her to the
captain with tears in his eyes. All the company laughed at Dick's odd
venture; and Miss Alice, who felt pity for the poor boy, gave him some
halfpence to buy another cat.

This, and other marks of kindness shown him by Miss Alice, made the
ill-tempered cook jealous of poor Dick; and she began to use him more
cruelly than ever, and always made fun of him for sending his cat to
sea. She asked him if he thought his cat would sell for as much money as
would buy a stick to beat him. At last, poor Dick could not bear this
any longer, and thought he would run away from his place; so he packed
up his few things, and set out very early in the morning on the first
of November. He walked as far as Highgate, and there sat down on a
stone, which to this day is called Whittington's stone, and began to
think which road he should take farther. While he was thinking what he
should do, the bells of Bow Church began to ring, and he fancied their
sounds seemed to say:

"Turn again, Whittington,
Lord Mayor of London."



"Lord Mayor of London!" said he to himself. "Why, to be sure I would put
up with almost anything, now, to be Lord Mayor of London, and ride in a
fine coach, when I grow to be a man! I will go back and think nothing of
the cuffing and scolding of the old cook, if I am to be Lord Mayor of
London at last."

Dick went back, and was lucky enough to get into the house and set about
his work before the cook came down.

The ship, with the cat on board, was a long time at sea; and was at last
driven by the winds on a part of the coast of Barbary. The people came
in great numbers to see the sailors, and treated them very civilly; and,
when they became better acquainted, were eager to buy the fine things
with which the ship was laden. When the captain saw this, he sent
patterns of the best things he had to the King of the country; who was
so much pleased with them, that he sent for the captain and the chief
mate to the palace. Here they were placed, as is the custom of the
country, on rich carpets, marked with gold and silver flowers. The King
and Queen were seated at the upper end of the room; and a number of
dishes, of the greatest rarities, were brought in for dinner; but,
before they had been on the table a minute, a vast number of rats and
mice rushed in, and helped themselves from every dish. The captain
wondered at this, and asked if these vermin were not very unpleasant.

"Oh, yes!" they said, "and the King would give half of his riches to get
rid of them; for they not only waste his dinner, as you see, but disturb
him in his bedroom, so that he is obliged to be watched while he is
asleep."

The captain was ready to jump for joy when he heard of this. He thought
of poor Dick's cat, and told the King he had a creature on board his
ship that would kill all the rats and mice. The King was still more
glad than the captain.

"Bring this creature to me," said he, "and if it can do what you say, I
will give you your ship full of gold for her."

The captain, to make quite sure of his good luck, answered, that she was
such a clever cat for catching rats and mice, that he could hardly bear
to part with her; but that to oblige His Majesty he would fetch her.

"Run, run!" said the Queen, "for I long to see the creature that will
do such service." Away went the captain to the ship while another dinner
was got ready. He came back to the palace soon enough to see the table
full of rats and mice again, and the second dinner likely to be lost in
the same way as the first. The cat did not wait for bidding, but jumped
out of the captain's arm, and in a few moments laid almost all the rats
and mice dead at her feet. The rest, in a fright, scampered away to
their holes.



The King and Queen were delighted to get rid of such a plague so easily.
They desired that the creature might be brought for them to look at. On
this, the captain called out: "Puss, puss!" and the cat ran and jumped
upon his knee. He then held her out to the Queen, who was afraid to
touch an animal that was able to kill so many rats and mice; but when
she saw how gentle the cat seemed, and how glad she was at being stroked
by the captain, she ventured to touch her too, saying all the time:
"Poot, poot," for she could not speak English. At last the Queen took
puss on her lap, and by degrees became quite free with her, till puss
purred herself to sleep. When the King had seen the actions of mistress
puss, and was told that she would soon have young ones, which might in
time kill all the rats and mice in his country, he bought the captain's
whole ship's cargo; and afterwards gave him a great deal of gold
besides, which was worth still more, for the cat. The captain then took
leave, and set sail with a fair wind, and arrived safe at London.

One morning, when Mr. Fitzwarren had come into the counting house, and
seated himself at the desk, somebody came tap, tap, tap, at the door.

"Who is there?" asked Mr. Fitzwarren.

"A friend," answered someone; and who should it be but the captain,
followed by several men carrying vast lumps of gold, that had been paid
him by the King of Barbary for the ship's cargo. They then told the
story of the cat, and showed the rich present that the King had sent to
Dick for her; upon which the merchantman called out to his servants:

"Go fetch him, we will tell him of the same;
Pray call him Mr. Whittington by name."

Mr. Fitzwarren now showed himself a really good man, for while some of
his clerks said so great a treasure was too much for such a boy as
Dick, he answered:

"I will not keep the value of a single penny from him! It is all his
own, and he shall have every farthing's worth of it."

He sent for Dick, who happened to be scouring the cook's kettles, and
was quite dirty; so that he wanted to excuse himself from going to his
master. Mr. Fitzwarren, however, made him come in, and ordered a chair
to be set for him, so that poor Dick thought they were making fun of
him, and began to beg his master not to play tricks with a poor boy,
but to let him go again to his work.

"Indeed, Mr. Whittington," said the merchant, "we are all in earnest
with you; and I heartily rejoice in the news these gentlemen have
brought you; for the captain has sold your cat to the King of Barbary,
and brought you, in return for her, more riches than I possess; and I
wish you may long enjoy them!"

Mr. Fitzwarren then told the men to open the great treasure they had
brought with them, and said, "Mr. Whittington has now nothing to do
but to put it in some place of safety."

Poor Dick hardly knew how to behave himself for joy. He begged his
master to take what part of it he pleased, since he owed it all to
his kindness.



"No, no," answered Mr. Fitzwarren, "this is all your own; and I have no
doubt you will use it well."

Dick next asked his mistress, and then Miss Alice, to accept a part of
his good fortune; but they would not, and at the same time told him that
his success afforded them great pleasure. But the poor fellow was too
kind-hearted to keep it all to himself; so he made a handsome present to
the captain, the mate, and every one of the sailors, and afterwards to
his good friend the footman, and the rest of Mr. Fitzwarren's servants;
and even to the ill-natured cook. After this, Mr. Fitzwarren advised
him to get himself dressed like a gentleman; and told him he was welcome
to live in his house till he could provide himself with a better.

When Whittington's face was washed, his hair curled, his hat cocked,
and he was dressed in a nice suit of clothes, he was as handsome as any
young man who visited at Mr. Fitzwarren's; so that Miss Alice, who had
been so kind to him, and thought of him with pity, now looked upon him
as fit to be her sweetheart; and the more so, no doubt, because
Whittington was now always thinking what he could do to oblige her,
and making her the prettiest presents that could be. Mr. Fitzwarren
soon saw their love for each other, and proposed to join them in
marriage; and to this they both readily agreed. A day for the wedding
was soon fixed; and they were attended to church by the Lord Mayor,
the Court of Aldermen, the Sheriffs, and a great number of the richest
merchants in London, whom they afterwards treated with a fine feast.

History tells us that Mr. Whittington and his lady lived in great
splendor, and were very happy. They had several children. He was Sheriff
of London in the year 1360, and several times afterwards Lord Mayor;
the last time, he entertained King Henry the Fifth, on his Majesty's
return from the famous Battle of Agincourt. In this company, the King,
on account of Whittington's gallantry, said:

"Never had prince such a subject;" and when Whittington was told this at
the table, he answered:

"Never had subject such a king."

Going with an address from the city, on one of the King's victories, he
received the honor of knighthood. Sir Richard Whittington supported many
poor; he built a church, and also a college, with a yearly allowance to
poor scholars, and near it raised a hospital. The figure of Sir Richard
Whittington, with his cat in his arms, carved in stone, was to be seen
till the year 1780, over the archway of the old prison of Newgate, that
stood across Newgate Street.





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