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ICK WHITTINGTON was a very little boy when his father and mother died; so little indeed, that he never knew them, nor the place where he was born. He strolled about the country as ragged as a colt, till he met with a waggoner who was going to London, and who gave him leave to walk all the way by the side of his waggon, without paying any thing for his passage; which obliged little Whittington very much, as he wanted to see London sadly; for he had heard that the streets were paved with gold; and he was willing to get a bushel of it; but how great was his disappointment, poor boy! when he saw the streets covered with dirt, instead of gold, and found himself in a strange place, without a friend, without food, and without money. Though