Mrs. Barbauld would let you alone,
But I’ll have you to know I’m a Trimmer.
LITTLE JACK AND HIS TRIMMER.
SOME ACCOUNT OF WILLIAM WHISTON.
“That boy is the brother of Pam——.”—JOSEPH ANDREWS.
“WILLIAM certainly is fond of whist!”
This was an admission drawn, or extracted, as Cartwright would say, like a double tooth from the mouth of William’s mother; an amiable and excellent lady, who ever reluctantly confessed foibles in her family, and invariably endeavoured to exhibit to the world the sunny side of her children.
There can be no possibility of doubt that William was fond of whist. He doted on it. Whist was his first passion—his first love; and in whist he experienced no disappointment. The two were made for each other.
