Was very hungry—and on bread and cheese
In equitable portions dined they then.
But up he starts—and lo! what is’t he hears
Clanged with great shock of sound from distant bells
Of Bow in Cheapside? Say they rightly thus?
“Return! return! great Whittington return!
Thou shalt of London’s City be Lord Mayor!”
Such were the words—or hope was much mistaken—
Such were the words. Backward again they hied,
He, and his cat, the solace of his sorrows,