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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The National Nursery Book, by Unknown
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+Title: The National Nursery Book
+       With 120 illustrations
+
+Author: Unknown
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+Release Date: March 8, 2008 [EBook #24778]
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE NATIONAL NURSERY BOOK ***
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+THE
+
+NATIONAL NURSERY BOOK.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+   THE NATIONAL
+
+   NURSERY BOOK.
+
+   COMPRISING
+
+   RED RIDING-HOOD.
+   PUSS-IN-BOOTS.
+   MOTHER HUBBARD.
+   COCK ROBIN'S DEATH.
+   JACK AND BEAN-STALK.
+   TOM THUMB.
+   CINDERELLA.
+   THE THREE BEARS.
+   PUNCH AND JUDY.
+   THE PETS.
+   NURSERY SONGS.
+   NURSERY RHYMES.
+   NURSERY DITTIES.
+   NURSERY TALES.
+   NURSERY JINGLES.
+
+   WITH
+
+   _ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY ILLUSTRATIONS_.
+
+   London:
+   FREDERICK WARNE AND CO.,
+
+   BEDFORD STREET, COVENT GARDEN.
+   NEW YORK: SCRIBNER, WELFORD, AND ARMSTRONG.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+   RED RIDING-HOOD.
+   PUSS-IN-BOOTS.
+   MOTHER HUBBARD.
+   COCK ROBIN'S DEATH.
+   JACK AND THE BEAN-STALK.
+   TOM THUMB.
+   CINDERELLA.
+   THE THREE BEARS.
+   PUNCH AND JUDY.
+   THE PETS.
+   NURSERY SONGS.
+   NURSERY RHYMES.
+   NURSERY DITTIES.
+   NURSERY TALES.
+   NURSERY JINGLES.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE.
+
+
+The Publishers offer in this little volume well known and long loved
+stories to their young readers. The tales which have delighted the
+children of many generations will, they feel assured, be equally welcome
+in the nurseries of the present day, which, with the popularity and
+antiquity of the contents of the volume, justify them in styling it THE
+NATIONAL NURSERY BOOK.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+RED RIDING-HOOD.
+
+
+Once upon a time there lived on the borders of a great forest a woodman
+and his wife who had one little daughter, a sweet, kind child, whom
+every one loved. She was the joy of her mother's heart, and to please
+her, the good woman made her a little scarlet cloak and hood, and the
+child looked so pretty in it that everybody called her Little Red
+Riding-Hood.
+
+
+[Illustration: RED RIDING HOOD PREPARING FOR HER JOURNEY.]
+
+One day her mother told her she meant to send her to her grandmother--a
+very old woman who lived in the heart of the wood--to take her some
+fresh butter and new-laid eggs and a nice cake. Little Red Riding-Hood
+was very pleased to be sent on this errand, for she liked to do kind
+things, and it was so very long since she had seen her grandmother
+that she had almost forgotten what the dame looked like.
+
+[Illustration: LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD GATHERING FLOWERS.]
+
+
+_THE WOLF._
+
+The sun was shining brightly, but it was not too warm under the shade of
+the old trees, and Red Riding-Hood sang with glee as she gathered a
+great bunch of wild flowers to give to her grandmother. She sang so
+sweetly that a cushat dove flew down from a tree and followed her. Now,
+it happened that a wolf, a very cruel, greedy creature, heard her song
+also, and longed to eat her for his breakfast, but he knew Hugh, the
+woodman, was at work very near, with his great dog, and he feared they
+might hear Red Riding-Hood cry out, if he frightened her, and then they
+would kill him. So he came up to her very gently and said, "Good day,
+Little Red Riding-Hood; where are you going?"
+
+"To see my grandmother," said the child, "and take her a present from
+mother of eggs and butter and cake."
+
+"Where does your grandmamma live?" asked the wolf.
+
+"Quite in the middle of the wood," she replied.
+
+"Oh! I think I know the house. Good day, Red Riding-Hood." And the wolf
+ran off as fast as he could
+
+
+_AT PLAY IN THE WOOD._
+
+Little Red Riding-Hood was not in a hurry, and there were many things to
+amuse her in the wood. She ran after the white and yellow butterflies
+that danced before her, and sometimes she caught one, but she always let
+it go again, for she never liked to hurt any creature.
+
+[Illustration: THE WOLF FOLLOWS LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD.]
+
+And then there were the merry, cunning little squirrels to watch,
+cracking nuts on the branches of the old trees, and every now and then a
+rabbit would hurry away through the tall ferns, or a great bee come
+buzzing near her, and she would stop to watch it gathering honey from
+the flowers, and wild thyme. So she went on very slowly. By-and-by she
+saw Hugh, the woodman. "Where are you going, Little Red Riding-Hood,"
+said he, "all alone?"
+
+[Illustration: LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD CATCHING BUTTERFLIES.]
+
+"I am going to my grandmamma's," said the child. "Good day; I must make
+haste now, for it grows late."
+
+
+_GRANDMOTHER AND THE WOLF._
+
+While Little Red Riding-Hood was at play in the wood, the great wolf
+galloped on as fast as he could to the old woman's house. Grandmother
+lived all by herself, but once or twice a-day a neighbour's child came
+to tidy her house and get her food. Now, grandmother was very feeble,
+and often kept her bed; and it happened that she was in bed the day
+Little Red Riding-Hood went to see her. When the wolf reached the
+cottage door he tapped.
+
+"Who is there?" asked the old dame.
+
+"Little Red Riding-Hood, granny," said the wolf, trying to speak like
+the child.
+
+"Come in, my dear," said the old lady, who was a little deaf. "Pull the
+string and the latch will come up."
+
+The wolf did as she told him, went in, and you may think how frightened
+poor grandmother was when she saw him standing by her bed instead of
+Little Red Riding-Hood.
+
+
+_RED RIDING-HOOD AT THE DOOR._
+
+Very soon the wolf, who was quite hungry after his run, eat up poor
+grandmother. Indeed, she was not enough for his breakfast, and so he
+thought he would like to eat sweet Red Riding-Hood also. Therefore he
+dressed himself in granny's nightcap and got into bed, and waited for
+the child to knock at the door. But he waited a long time.
+
+[Illustration: THE WOLF AT THE GRANDMOTHER'S COTTAGE.]
+
+By and by Little Red Riding-Hood reached her grandmother's house, and
+tapped at the door.
+
+[Illustration: RED RIDING HOOD AT HER GRANDMOTHER'S DOOR.]
+
+"Come in," said the wolf, in a squeaking voice. "Pull the string, and
+the latch will come up."
+
+Red Riding-Hood thought grandmother must have a cold, she spoke so
+hoarsely; but she went in at once, and there lay her granny, as she
+thought, in bed.
+
+"If you please, grandmamma, mother sends you some butter and eggs," she
+said.
+
+"Come here, dear," said the wicked wolf, "and let me kiss you," and Red
+Riding-Hood obeyed.
+
+
+_THE WOLF AND THE CHILD._
+
+But when Red Riding-Hood saw the wolf she felt frightened. She had
+nearly forgotten grandmother, but she did not think she had been so
+ugly.
+
+"Grandmamma," she said, "what a great nose you have."
+
+"All the better to smell with, my dear," said the wolf.
+
+"And, grandmamma, what large ears you have."
+
+"All the better to hear with, my dear."
+
+"Ah! grandmamma, and what large eyes you have."
+
+"All the better to see with, my dear," said the wolf, showing his teeth,
+for he longed to eat the child up.
+
+"Oh, grandmamma, and what great teeth you have!" said Red Riding-Hood.
+
+[Illustration: LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD DISCOVERS THE WOLF.]
+
+"All the better to eat you up with," growled the wolf, and, jumping out
+of bed, he rushed at Red Riding-Hood and would have eaten her up, but
+just at that minute the door flew open and a great dog tore him down.
+The wolf and the dog were still fighting when Hugh, the woodman, came in
+and killed the wicked wolf with his axe.
+
+[Illustration: DEATH OF THE WOLF.]
+
+
+_DEATH OF THE WOLF._
+
+Little Red Riding-Hood threw her arms round the woodman Hugh's neck and
+kissed him, and thanked him again and again.
+
+"Oh, you good, kind Hugh," she said, "how did you know the wolf was
+here, in time to save me?"
+
+"Well," said Hugh, "when you were gone by, I remembered that a wolf had
+been seen about the wood lately, and I thought I would just come after
+you and see if you were safe. When we came near grandmother's house Trim
+sniffed and ran to the door and whined, and then he pushed it open--you
+had not shut it close--and rushed in, and I followed him, and between us
+we have killed the wolf."
+
+Then Hugh took the child home, and her mother and father could not thank
+him enough for saving Little Red Riding-Hood.
+
+
+
+
+PUSS IN BOOTS.
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a miller who had three sons. When he died he
+left his mill to the eldest son, his ass to the second son, and his cat
+to the youngest, who had always been his favourite.
+
+The two eldest sons resolved to live together; but they would not let
+their brother live with them, because he had only a cat. So the poor lad
+was very sorrowful, and wondered what he should do to get his bread.
+While he was sitting thinking about it, Puss jumped up on the table, and
+touched him with her paw.
+
+[Illustration: PUSS CONSOLING THE MILLER'S SON.]
+
+"My dear master," she said, "do not fret. I will get your living for
+you. Only you must buy me a pair of boots and give me a bag."
+
+[Illustration: PUSS CATCHING THE RABBITS.]
+
+The miller's son had very little money, but he thought it such a
+wonderful thing to hear a cat talk that he could not refuse her request.
+So he took Puss to the shoemaker's, and got him to make her a very smart
+pair of boots, and then he gave her a nice large bag.
+
+
+_THE RABBIT WARREN._
+
+Now, not far from the mill there was a rabbit warren, and Puss resolved
+to catch some rabbits for dinner. So she put some lettuce leaves and
+fine parsley into her bag, went into the warren, and held the bag very
+quietly open, hiding herself behind it. And little greedy rabbits, who
+knew no better, ran into it, to have a feast. Directly they were safe
+in, Puss pulled the string of the bag, and carried them off to her
+master. The miller's son killed them, and cooked one for dinner; but
+Puss took away the other, which was a very fine one, and hung it up for
+their next day's meal.
+
+But although their larder was thus provided, early the next day Puss
+took her bag and went again into the warren, and in the same manner
+caught two more fine young rabbits. But instead of carrying them home
+she walked to the king's palace and knocked at the door.
+
+
+_PUSS AT THE PALACE._
+
+The king's porter asked who was there. "I have brought a present to the
+king," said Puss. "Please let me see his majesty."
+
+The porter let her in, and when Puss came into the king's presence she
+made a low bow, and, taking a fine rabbit out of her bag, said, "My Lord
+Marquis of Carrabas sends this rabbit to your majesty with his
+respects."
+
+[Illustration: PUSS MAKES A PRESENT TO THE KING.]
+
+"I am much obliged to the marquis," said the king, and he ordered his
+head cook to dress the rabbit for dinner.
+
+[Illustration: PUSS CALLS ON THE OGRE.]
+
+By the king's side sat his daughter, a very beautiful lady. She ordered
+one of the attendants to give Puss a good cup of cream, which she
+liked very much; and she went home and told her master all she had done.
+The miller's son laughed; but every morning Puss caught a rabbit, and
+carried it to the palace with the same message.
+
+
+_THE OGRE._
+
+Now, in that country there lived a cruel ogre, who used to eat children,
+so everybody was afraid of him; but nobody could kill him, he was such a
+giant. One day Puss went to call on him. He received her civilly, for he
+did not care to eat cats, so Puss sat down, and began to talk:--"I
+hear," she said, "great Ogre, that you are so clever, that you can turn
+yourself into any creature you please."
+
+"Yes, so I can," said the ogre.
+
+"Dear me," said Puss, "how much I should like to see your ogreship do
+it."
+
+Then the ogre, who liked to show how clever he was, turned himself into
+a lion, and roared so loudly that Puss was quite frightened, and jumped
+out of the way. Then he changed back into an ogre again. Puss praised
+him a great deal, and then said, "Can your ogreship become a small
+animal as well as a large one?"
+
+"Oh, yes," said the vain ogre; and he changed himself into a little
+mouse. Directly Puss saw him in this form she jumped at him and killed
+him on the spot.
+
+
+_THE MARQUIS OF CARRABAS._
+
+Then Puss ran home and bade her master go and bathe in the river, and he
+should see what she would do for him. The miller's son obeyed; and while
+he was in the water, Puss took away all his clothes, and hid them under
+a large stone. Now, the king's carriage came in sight soon after, just
+as Puss had expected, for he always drove in that direction, and
+directly she saw it, she began to cry very loudly, "Help, help, for
+my Lord the Marquis of Carrabas." The king put his head out, and asked
+what was the matter.
+
+[Illustration: PUSS ASKS HELP FOR HIS MASTER.]
+
+"Oh, your majesty," said Puss, "my master the marquis was bathing, and
+some one has taken away his clothes. He will catch the cramp and be
+drowned."
+
+[Illustration: PUSS THREATENS THE REAPERS.]
+
+Then the king ordered one of his attendants to ride back to the palace
+and get a suit of his own clothes for the marquis, "who had so often
+sent him gifts," he said. And when they were brought, Puss took them to
+her master, and helped him to dress in them.
+
+
+_PUSS FRIGHTENS THE REAPERS._
+
+The miller's son looked quite like a gentleman in the king's clothes,
+and when he went to thank his majesty for them, the king asked him to
+get into the coach and he would drive him home. Then Puss told the
+coachman where to go, and ran on before and came to some reapers.
+"Reapers," said she, "if the king asks you whose field this is, say it
+belongs to the Marquis of Carrabas; if you don't say so, you shall be
+chopped up as small as mincemeat."
+
+The reapers were so frightened that they promised to obey her. And she
+ran on and told all the other labourers on the road to say the same. So
+when the king asked, "To whom do these fine fields belong?" the reapers
+answered, "To the Marquis of Carrabas." The herdsmen said the same of
+the cattle, and the king, turning to the miller's son, said, "My lord,
+you have a fine property." But all had belonged really to the ogre, for
+it was to his castle the cunning cat had told the coachman to drive.
+
+
+_THE CASTLE._
+
+At last the coach stopped at the Ogre's castle, and Puss came out, and
+bowing very low, said, "Your majesty and the princess are welcome to
+the castle of my Lord Marquis of Carrabas."
+
+[Illustration: THE KING AND PRINCESS VISIT THE MARQUIS.]
+
+The king was delighted, for it was indeed a very nice castle, full of
+riches. They sat down to a great feast, which Puss ordered to be served,
+and the king was so pleased with the miller's son and thought him such a
+good match for the princess, that he invited him to court, and in a
+little while gave him his daughter for his wife, and made him a prince.
+
+[Illustration: MARRIAGE OF THE MARQUIS AND PRINCESS.]
+
+You may be quite sure that the miller's son was very grateful to Puss
+for his good fortune, and she never had to catch mice for her dinner any
+more, for dainty meat and the best cream were every day given to Puss in
+Boots.
+
+
+
+
+OLD MOTHER HUBBARD.
+
+
+   Old Mother Hubbard
+   Went to the cupboard
+     To get her poor Dog a bone;
+   But when she came there
+   The cupboard was bare,
+     And so the poor Dog had none.
+
+[Illustration: OLD MOTHER HUBBARD AND HER DOG.]
+
+   She went to the baker's
+     To buy him some bread,
+   But when she came back
+     The poor Dog looked dead.
+
+[Illustration: THE DOG LOOKING DEAD.]
+
+   She went to the hatter's
+     To buy him a hat,
+   But when she came back
+     He was feeding the cat.
+
+   She went to the barber's
+     To buy him a wig,
+   But when she came back
+     He was dancing a jig.
+
+   She went to the joiner's
+     To buy him a coffin,
+   But when she came back
+     The poor Dog was laughing.
+
+   She took a clean dish
+     To get him some tripe,
+   But when she came back
+     He was smoking a pipe.
+
+[Illustration: THE DOG SMOKING A PIPE.]
+
+[Illustration: THE DOG STANDING ON HIS HEAD.]
+
+   She went to the ale-house
+     To get him some beer,
+   But when she came back
+     The Dog sat in a chair.
+
+   She went to the tavern
+     For white wine and red,
+   But when she came back
+    The Dog stood on his head.
+
+   She went to the fruiterer's
+     To buy him some fruit,
+   But when she came back
+     He was playing the flute.
+
+   She went to the tailor's,
+     To buy him a coat,
+   But when she came back
+     He was riding a goat.
+
+[Illustration: THE DOG PLAYING THE FLUTE.]
+
+[Illustration: THE DOG SPINNING.]
+
+   She went to the sempstress
+     To buy him some linen,
+   But when she came back
+     The Dog was a-spinning.
+
+   She went to the hosier's
+     To buy him some hose,
+   But when she came back
+     He was dressed in his clothes.
+
+   She went to the cobbler's
+     To buy him some shoes,
+   But when she came back
+     He was reading the news.
+
+   The Dame made a curtsey,
+     The Dog made a bow;
+   The Dame said, "Your servant;"
+     The Dog said, "Bow-wow!"
+
+[Illustration: THE DOG READING THE NEWS.]
+
+[Illustration: THE DOG MADE A BOW.]
+
+   This wonderful Dog
+     Was Dame Hubbard's delight;
+   He could sing, he could dance,
+     He could read, he could write.
+
+   So she gave him rich dainties
+     Whenever he fed,
+   And erected a monument
+     When he was dead.
+
+
+
+
+COCK ROBIN.
+
+
+   Who killed Cock Robin?
+     I, said the Sparrow,
+     With my bow and arrow.
+   I killed Cock Robin.
+
+[Illustration: THE SPARROW, COCK ROBIN, AND THE FISH.]
+
+[Illustration: THE LINNET, THE DOVE, AND COCK ROBIN.]
+
+   Who saw him die?
+     I, said the Fly,
+     With my little eye.
+   I saw him die.
+
+   Who caught his blood?
+     I, said the Fish,
+     With my little dish.
+   I caught his blood.
+
+   Who'll carry him to the grave?
+     I, said the Kite,
+     If it's not in the night.
+   I'll carry him to the grave.
+
+   Who'll carry the link?
+     I, said the Linnet,
+     I'll fetch it in a minute.
+   I'll carry the link.
+
+[Illustration: THE KITE AND COCK ROBIN.]
+
+[Illustration: THE OWL, THE BEETLE, AND COCK ROBIN.]
+
+   Who'll make his shroud?
+     I, said the Beetle,
+     With my thread and needle.
+   I'll make his shroud.
+
+   Who'll dig his grave?
+     I, said the Owl,
+     With my spade and shovel.
+   I'll dig his grave.
+
+   Who'll toll the bell?
+     I, said the Bull,
+     Because I can pull.
+   I'll pull the bell.
+
+[Illustration: THE BULL TOLLING THE BELL]
+
+[Illustration: THE ROOK AND THE LARK]
+
+   Who'll be the Parson?
+     I, said the Rook,
+     With my little book.
+   I'll be the Parson.
+
+   Who'll be the Clerk?
+     I, said the Lark,
+     If it's not in the dark.
+   I'll be the Clerk.
+
+   Who'll be chief mourner?
+     I, said the Dove,
+     For I mourn for my love.
+   I'll be chief mourner.
+
+   Who'll sing a psalm?
+     I, said the Thrush,
+     As she sat in a bush.
+   I'll sing a psalm.
+
+[Illustration: THE THRUSH.]
+
+[Illustration: SIGHING AND SOBBING FOR POOR COCK ROBIN.]
+
+   All the birds of the air
+     Fell a-sighing and sobbing
+   When they heard the bell toll
+     For poor Cock Robin.
+
+
+
+
+JACK & THE BEAN-STALK.
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a poor widow who lived in a little cottage
+with her only son Jack.
+
+[Illustration: JACK SELLS A COW FOR SOME BEANS.]
+
+Jack was a giddy, thoughtless boy, but very kind-hearted and
+affectionate. There had been a hard winter, and after it the poor woman
+had suffered from fever and ague. Jack did no work as yet, and by
+degrees they grew dreadfully poor. The widow saw that there was no means
+of keeping Jack and herself from starvation but by selling her cow; so
+one morning she said to her son, "I am too weak to go myself, Jack, so
+you must take the cow to market for me, and sell her." Jack liked going
+to market to sell the cow very much; but as he was on the way, he met a
+butcher who had some beautiful beans in his hand. Jack stopped to look
+at them, and the butcher told the boy that they were of great value, and
+persuaded him to sell the cow for them! And Jack was so silly as to
+consent to this foolish bargain.
+
+[Illustration: THE BEAN-STALK GROWS OUT OF SIGHT IN A NIGHT.]
+
+When he brought them home to his mother instead of the money she
+expected for her nice cow, she was very vexed and shed many tears,
+scolding Jack for his folly. He was very sorry; but, he said, he might
+as well make the best of his bargain, so he put the seed-beans into the
+ground close by the side of the steep hill under shelter of which their
+cottage was built, and went to bed. The next morning when he got up, he
+found that the beans had grown, till the bean stalks reached right over
+the top of the hill, and were lost to his sight. Greatly surprised, he
+called his mother, and they both gazed in silent wonder at the
+bean-stalk, which was not only of great height, but was thick enough to
+bear Jack's weight.
+
+"I wonder where it goes?" said Jack to his mother; "I think I will climb
+up and see."
+
+His mother wished him not to venture up this strange ladder, but Jack
+coaxed her to give her consent to the attempt, for he was certain there
+must be something wonderful in the bean-stalk.
+
+Jack instantly began to climb, and went up and up on the ladder-like
+bean till every thing he had left behind him, the cottage, the village,
+and even the tall church tower, looked quite little, and still he did
+not see the top of the bean stalk.
+
+Jack felt a little tired, and thought for a moment that he would go back
+again; but he was a very persevering boy, and he knew that the way to
+succeed in anything is not to give up. So after resting for a moment he
+went on, and at last reached the top of the bean, and found himself in a
+beautiful country, finely wooded; and not far from the place where he
+had got off the bean-stalk stood a fine and strong castle.
+
+Jack wondered very much that he had never heard of or seen this castle
+before; but when he reflected on the subject, he saw that it was as much
+separated from the village by the perpendicular rock on which it stood
+as if it were in another land.
+
+While Jack was standing looking at the castle, a very strange-looking
+woman came out of the wood and advanced towards him.
+
+[Illustration: JACK CLIMBS THE BEAN-STALK.]
+
+Jack took off his hat to the old lady, and she said, pointing to the
+castle, "Boy, that castle belongs to you. A wicked giant killed your
+father, and took it from your mother; try and win it back from the
+monster who now has it." As she ceased speaking she suddenly
+disappeared, and of course Jack knew she was a fairy.
+
+[Illustration: JACK ASKS ABOUT THE CASTLE.]
+
+He was much surprised; however, he walked up to the castle door and
+knocked, and an old giantess came out. She did not wait till he spoke,
+but pulled him in at once, for she thought he would make a nice supper
+for her when her husband was asleep. Just at that moment, however, she
+heard the giant's step approaching, so she put Jack into a press, and
+told him to hide there, or the giant would eat him. As soon as the Ogre
+came in, he cried in a terrible voice
+
+   "Fee, fa, fie, fo, fum,
+   I smell the breath of an Englishman."
+
+"Oh!" said his wife, "there is nobody here. You only smell a crow that
+is flying over the chimney." Then the giant sat down to dinner, which
+was quite ready, and when he had eaten a whole sheep, he said, "Bring me
+my hen."
+
+The giantess brought a hen, and put it on the table before him, and then
+she went away. "Lay," said the giant to the hen, and she laid a golden
+egg. Jack could see quite plainly through a little hole which he had
+bored in the door. Three times the giant said "Lay," and each time the
+hen laid a solid gold egg. Then the Ogre, being drowsy, shut his eyes,
+and soon snored very loudly. Directly Jack found that the giant was
+asleep, he stole out of the press, caught up the hen, ran out of the
+room, opened the door of the castle, which the giant had left ajar, and
+descended the bean-stalk as fast as he could go. His mother was glad to
+see him again, and much surprised at seeing the hen, which laid them
+three gold eggs every day. Jack's mother took them to the next town and
+sold them, and soon grew quite rich. Some time afterwards Jack made
+another journey up the bean-stalk to the giant's castle; but first he
+dyed his hair and disguised himself. The old woman did not know him
+again, and dragged him in as she had done before to eat him by-and-by;
+but once more she heard her husband coming and hid him in the press, not
+thinking that it was the same boy who had stolen the hen. She put him
+into the same press, and bade him stay quite still there, or the giant
+would eat him.
+
+[Illustration: THE HEN THAT LAYS GOLDEN EGGS.]
+
+Then the giant came in, saying:
+
+   "Fee, fa, fie, fo, fum,
+   I smell the breath of an Englishman."
+
+"Oh!" said his wife, "it is only the cowherd, who has just been here. We
+cannot spare him for your dinner."
+
+[Illustration: JACK TAKES THE GIANT'S MONEY-BAGS.]
+
+Then the giant sat down, and when he had eaten half an ox, he told his
+wife to bring his money-bags to him. She instantly went and fetched two
+large bags full of gold; and then left him to go about her usual
+house-work.
+
+The Ogre counted out the gold twice over, and then put it into the bags
+and tied them up. In a few minutes Jack heard him snore. He directly
+crept out of the press, seized the bags, and hurrying out of the castle,
+carried them home quite safely. Jack's mother was glad to see him safe
+at home again, and for a long time she would not let him go up the
+bean-stalk; but Jack knew he had not yet obeyed the fairy's command to
+win back the castle, so after a time he set off once more on this
+adventure, and tapped again at the castle door.
+
+The giantess, who was very stupid, did not know him again, but she
+stopped a minute before she took him in. She feared another robbery; but
+Jack's fresh cheeks looked so tempting that she could not resist him,
+and so she bade him come in.
+
+But at that moment she heard her husband's step approaching.
+
+Afraid of losing her supper, the Ogress at once shut Jack in the press;
+and she had hardly hidden him when the giant came in, saying as usual,
+
+   "Fee, fa, fie, fo, fum,
+   I smell the blood of an Englishman."
+
+"Oh no!" said his wife, "it is only the shepherd, who has been up with a
+sheep for your dinner."
+
+The giant sat down, and when he had eaten a whole sheep he said, "I
+should like some music; bring me my harp."
+
+The Ogress went and brought a golden harp to him, set it on the table,
+and went away. Then the Ogre said, "Play," to the harp, and it played so
+delightfully that Jack was charmed.
+
+[Illustration: JACK TAKES THE TALKING HARP.]
+
+By-and-by, however, the giant snored so loud that he could not hear the
+music; and Jack quickly stole out, and seizing the harp, ran away with
+it. But the harp was a fairy belonging to the giant, and as Jack ran, it
+cried out, "Master! Master!" The giant woke up slowly and rushed after
+Jack, but the boy was very nimble and outran him. You may imagine how
+fast Jack went down the bean-stalk this time, hearing all the while
+the tramp of the giant's feet behind him.
+
+[Illustration: THE GIANT BREAKS HIS NECK.]
+
+Just as he reached the bottom he saw the Ogre looking down on him.
+
+The next moment his great feet were on the bean-stalk.
+
+"Mother, mother! bring me the axe," cried Jack.
+
+His mother hastened with it, and just as the giant was half way down the
+bean-stalk, Jack succeeded in chopping it in halves; the lower half
+fell; the upper half swung away, and the giant, losing his hold, fell
+heavily to the ground on his head and broke his neck.
+
+The same moment the fairy again stood beside Jack, and touching the
+broken bean-stalk was turned into a flight of broad, easy steps.
+
+"Go up," she said, "and take possession of your own home, so long kept
+from you. The Ogress is dead, and there is no more danger. You have been
+brave and good. May you be happy."
+
+Jack thanked the fairy very warmly for her aid, and she again departed
+to Fairyland, after explaining to Jack that she had been the butcher who
+sold him the beans.
+
+
+
+
+TOM THUMB.
+
+
+In the days of good king Arthur there lived a countryman and his wife
+who, though they had plenty to eat and to drink, and a very comfortable
+cottage to live in, were not at all happy.
+
+They had no children, and they both wished very much for a baby. The
+wife was often in tears when her husband was out at work and she was all
+alone, because she had not an infant to take care of and nurse. One day,
+as she sat weeping by herself, more than usually sad, she said aloud,
+"If I only had a dear little baby, I should not care what it was like. I
+should be thankful for one if it were _no bigger than my husband's
+thumb_."
+
+Now it happened that the Queen of the Fairies was passing by, though the
+poor woman could not see her, and as she knew the farmer's wife was kind
+to the poor and likely to be a good mother, she thought she would grant
+her wish.
+
+[Illustration: THE FARMER'S WIFE CRYING BECAUSE SHE HAS NO BABY.]
+
+So about an hour or two afterwards the woman was much surprised to see
+standing by the table a very beautiful lady, dressed splendidly, with a
+glittering star on her forehead and a wand in her right hand, with a
+gem of great brilliancy at the top of it. But what delighted the woman
+most of all was a tiny cradle, made of a walnut shell, lined with
+velvet, in which lay the prettiest baby ever seen, but it was only just
+as large as a man's thumb. "See," said the fairy, "your wish is granted.
+Here is a baby for you. Take care of it; it is your own." The woman did
+not know how to thank the fairy enough; she was so delighted, and the
+queen went away quite pleased at having given so much happiness.
+
+[Illustration: THE FAIRY QUEEN BRINGING TOM THUMB TO HIS MOTHER.]
+
+Before the fairy went away, however, she gave the woman a little shirt
+of spider's web and a doublet of thistle-down for the baby.
+
+When the farmer came home he was very much pleased. He invited all his
+friends to the christening, and the child was named "Tom," after him,
+and "Thumb," because he was no bigger than one.
+
+The baby was very well, and merry, and grew, of course; but still it was
+very small.
+
+However, at last Tom thought himself quite a great boy, and begged his
+mother to make him a little suit of clothes, and she made him one; but
+with a great deal of trouble, they were so small.
+
+Tom was very often in mischief. He was so small that his mother used to
+put him on the table to play; and once she found him in the salt-box.
+
+[Illustration: TOM FALLS INTO THE PUDDING.]
+
+One day she was making a plum-pudding, and Tom stood by the side of the
+basin, and peeped over the edge; but he could not see into it very well,
+and while his mother was gone for some more flour, he drew himself up on
+the edge of the basin. Alas! he fell in and disappeared in the wet
+pudding, which for poor Tom was a huge morass.
+
+[Illustration: THE FALL OF THE PUDDING.]
+
+Tom would have cried out, but the pudding stuck his lips together, and
+his mother not missing him, stirred him up in the mixture, and put it
+and him into the pot. Tom no sooner felt the hot water than he danced
+about like mad; the woman was nearly frightened out of her wits to see
+the pudding come out of the pot and jump about, and she was glad to give
+it to a tinker who was passing that way. The tinker took the pudding and
+put it into a cloth, to carry it home to his family, who seldom tasted
+such a good dish.
+
+But by-and-by, as he was climbing over a stile, he happened to squeeze
+it, and Tom, who had made quite an arch over his own head in the dry
+pudding by this time, cried out from the middle of it, "Hallo, Pickens!"
+which so terrified the tinker that he let the pudding drop in the field
+and scampered off as fast as he could. The pudding fell to pieces in the
+fall, and Tom, creeping out, went home to his mother, whom he found in
+great trouble, because she could not find him.
+
+After this accident, Tom's mother never let him stay near her while she
+was cooking, but she was obliged to take him with her when she went out
+milking, for she dared not trust the little man in the house alone.
+
+A few days after his escape from the pudding, Tom went, with his mother,
+into the fields to milk the cows, and for fear he should be blown away
+by the wind, she tied him to a thistle with a small piece of thread.
+
+[Illustration: THE COW EATS TOM.]
+
+Very soon after, a cow eat up the thistle and swallowed Tom Thumb. His
+mother was in sad grief again; but Tom scratched and kicked in the cow's
+throat till she was glad to throw him out of her mouth again, and he was
+not at all hurt; but his mother became very anxious about her small son,
+who now gave her a great deal of trouble. Sometimes he fell into the
+milk-pail and was nearly drowned in the milk; once he was nearly killed
+by an angry chicken, and another time had a narrow escape from a cat.
+
+[Illustration: THE EAGLE FLIES AWAY WITH TOM.]
+
+One day Tom went ploughing with his father, who gave him a whip made of
+a barley straw, to drive the oxen with; but an eagle, flying by, caught
+him up in his beak, and carried him to the top of a great giant's
+castle, and dropped him on the leads. The giant was walking on the
+battlements and thought at first that it was a foreign bird which lay at
+his feet, but soon seeing that it was a small man, he picked Tom up with
+his finger and thumb, and put the poor little creature into his great
+mouth, but the fairy dwarf scratched the roof of the giant's mouth, and
+bit his great tongue, and held on by his teeth till the ogre, in a
+passion, took him out again and threw him over into the sea, which ran
+beneath the castle walls. Here a very large fish swallowed him up
+directly.
+
+Tom did not at all like swimming about in the fish, but by-and-by he
+felt it drawn upwards, and guessed at once that it was caught. And so it
+was; and being a very large fish, the fisherman thought it would make a
+good present for his beloved King Arthur. So he took it to the palace
+and begged the king to accept it.
+
+King Arthur was pleased with the poor man's affection, and ordered the
+fish to be carried to the kitchen and cooked for his own dinner. The
+fisherman took it to the cook, who admired it very much, but said it was
+very heavy. Then he laid it on a table and began to cut it open. You may
+imagine how he jumped with fear and wonder when Tom Thumb slipped out of
+the fish!
+
+The cook's cries brought the other servants, and soon everybody near ran
+to behold this wonder--the tiny man who came out of the fish.
+
+Tom begged for some water to wash himself, and when he was clean, the
+courtiers thought him so pretty and such a marvel that they ran to tell
+the king about him.
+
+[Illustration: TOM COMES OUT OF THE FISH.]
+
+Arthur was very much surprised; but he desired them to send the little
+man up after dinner to see him, and the Court tailor made haste at once
+to get ready a Court suit for Tom, which did not take him long to
+make; there were so few stitches in it!
+
+[Illustration: KING ARTHUR RECEIVING TOM THUMB.]
+
+As soon as the king's great punch-bowl was set on the royal table, Tom
+Thumb was carried to see the monarch, who was delighted with the little
+man. Tom walked on the King's hand, and danced on the Queen's. He became
+a great favourite with Arthur, who made him a knight. Such is the
+wonderful history of Tom Thumb, who did much good when he grew older,
+and thus proved that however small people are, they may be of use in the
+world. He was good and kind to his parents, and to everybody; and the
+old ballad says,--
+
+   "Such were his deeds and noble acts
+     In Arthur's court there shone,
+   As like in all the world beside
+     Was hardly seen or known."
+
+
+
+
+CINDERELLA.
+
+
+Cinderella's mother died while she was a very little child, leaving her
+to the care of her father and her step-sisters, who were very much older
+than herself; for Cinderella's father had been twice married, and her
+mother was his second wife. Now, Cinderella's sisters did not love her,
+and were very unkind to her. As she grew older they made her work as a
+servant, and even sift the cinders; on which account they used to call
+her in mockery "Cinderella." It was not her real name, but she became
+afterwards so well known by it that her proper one has been forgotten.
+
+She was a very sweet-tempered, good girl, however, and everybody (except
+her cruel sisters) loved her.
+
+[Illustration: CINDERELLA AT HOME.]
+
+It happened, when Cinderella was about seventeen years old, that the
+King of that country gave a ball, to which all ladies of the land,
+and among the rest the young girl's sisters, were invited. And they made
+her dress them for the ball, but never thought of allowing her to go
+there.
+
+[Illustration: CINDERELLA DRESSING HER SISTERS FOR THE BALL.]
+
+"I wish you would take me to the ball with you," said Cinderella,
+meekly.
+
+"Take you, indeed!" answered the elder sister, with a sneer; "it is no
+place for a cinder-sifter: stay at home and do your work."
+
+When they were gone, Cinderella, whose heart was very sad, sat down and
+cried bitterly; but as she sat sorrowful, thinking of the unkindness of
+her sisters, a voice called to her from the garden, and she went out to
+see who was there. It was her godmother, a good old Fairy.
+
+"Do not cry, Cinderella," she said; "you also shall go to the ball,
+because you are a kind, good girl. Bring me a large pumpkin."
+
+Cinderella obeyed, and the Fairy, touching it with her wand, turned it
+into a grand coach. Then she desired Cinderella to go to the trap, and
+bring her a rat. The girl obeyed, and a touch of the Fairy's wand turned
+him into a very smart coachman. Two mice were turned into footmen; four
+grasshoppers into white horses. Next, the Fairy touched Cinderella's
+rags, and they became rich satin robes, trimmed with point lace.
+Diamonds shone in her hair and on her neck and arms, and her kind
+godmother thought she had seldom seen so lovely a girl. Her old shoes
+became a charming pair of glass slippers, which shone like diamonds.
+
+"Now go to the ball, my love," she said, "and enjoy yourself. But
+remember, you must leave the room before the clock strikes _eleven_. If
+you do not your dress will return to its original rags. I approve of
+pleasure, but not of dissipation, and I expect that you will show your
+gratitude by obeying me."
+
+Cinderella kissed and thanked her godmother. Then she stepped into her
+coach and drove off, with her footmen behind, in great style. The Fairy,
+when she was gone, returned to Fairyland.
+
+Cinderella was received at the King's palace with great respect. The
+Lord Chamberlain bowed low to her, thinking she must be a very great
+lady by her dress and carriage, and he showed her at once into the
+ball-room.
+
+[Illustration: THE FAIRY GODMOTHER.]
+
+She was so beautiful that everybody looked at her, and wondered who she
+was; and the Prince asked her to dance with him, and afterwards would
+dance with no one else.
+
+[Illustration: ARRIVAL AT THE PALACE.]
+
+But she made haste to leave a little before the hour fixed, and had time
+to undress before her sisters came home. They told her a beautiful
+Princess had been at the ball, with whom the Prince was delighted. They
+did not know it was Cinderella herself, and she was amused to hear them
+admire her grace and beauty, and say that they were sure she was a royal
+lady.
+
+The Prince was quite vexed when supper-time came, and he could not find
+his beautiful partner, and no one had seen her leave the room. But in
+hopes of beholding her again, he persuaded the King to give another
+grand ball. As soon as her sisters were gone to it, Cinderella's
+godmother arrived.
+
+"You were so good and obedient last time, that I shall let you go out
+again," said she to the young girl.
+
+And once more the rat, mice, grasshoppers, and pumpkin (which had gone
+back to their original shapes after the first ball) were turned into the
+grand carriage and attendants, and Cinderella, in rose-coloured satin
+and rubies, went to the royal ball.
+
+Directly the Prince saw her, he asked her to dance, and would have no
+other partner, and as he led her past her two unkind sisters, she saw
+them look at her dress with envious eyes, and knew that they wished they
+were as beautiful, and as well-dressed as she was.
+
+But in the midst of her enjoyment, Cinderella remembered the Fairy's
+command, and at half-past ten glided out of the room, and drove home
+again. Her sisters found her waiting to undress them in her usual rags,
+and kept her up to tell her how beautiful the unknown Princess was, and
+how well she was dressed.
+
+Again the Prince was vexed at the sudden disappearance of the beautiful
+stranger, and once more he persuaded the King to give a grand State
+ball.
+
+"I wonder if Princess Beauty will be there!" said the sisters to
+Cinderella. "We must have new dresses, for she is so splendid. She makes
+every one look shabby."
+
+[Illustration: CINDERELLA DANCES WITH THE PRINCE.]
+
+Cinderella smiled as she helped them to dress. She was sure the Fairy
+would let her go to the ball too. And she was right. Her godmother,
+pleased with her obedience, came in good time, and Cinderella, dressed
+in blue satin and pearls, went in the same style as before.
+
+[Illustration: CINDERELLA RUNS HOME AND LOSES HER SLIPPER.]
+
+The Prince would scarcely let her out of his sight, and Cinderella, who
+was getting a little spoiled by all the flattery she heard, began to
+think more of herself and less of the Fairy; so the time stole on, till
+glancing up at the clock, she saw it wanted only five minutes to eleven.
+
+At once she darted out of the room, and ran through the palace as fast
+as she could go, but as she reached the hall, she lost one of her
+precious glass slippers! She did not stop to pick it up, but rushed to
+the door. Alas! the clock had struck ELEVEN. She found no coach, only a
+pumpkin, and the rat and mice ran quickly away when they saw her; while
+all her fine dress turned to rags, and she had to run home alone in the
+darkness of the night.
+
+The Prince was very much surprised when he missed Cinderella again, and
+leaving the ball, went in search of her. He asked all the attendants,
+but no one had seen her, and when enquiry was made of the porter, he
+said that no one had gone out of the palace except a poor ragged
+beggar-girl.
+
+However, the Prince's search was rewarded by his finding the glass
+slipper, which he well knew belonged to the unknown Princess. He loved
+Cinderella so much that he now resolved to marry her; and as he felt
+sure that no one else could wear such a tiny shoe as hers was, he sent
+out a herald to proclaim that whichever lady in his kingdom could put on
+this glass slipper should be his wife.
+
+All the great ladies who wished to be a Princess tried to put it on, but
+in vain. Cinderella's sisters tried, but could not get it on, and then
+Cinderella asked if she might try. They laughed at her; but the Prince,
+hearing of her wish, sent for her. She went with her sisters in her poor
+dress, but very clean, and at once put on the slipper. Then she drew the
+fellow of it from her pocket, and slipped it on her other foot.
+
+The Prince, who had thought the moment he saw her that the poor girl was
+very much like the beautiful Princess, was delighted. He insisted on
+Cinderella telling him her story, which she did very modestly, and all
+listened with wonder.
+
+[Illustration: CINDERELLA TRIES ON THE SLIPPER.]
+
+As her tale ended, the Fairy godmother suddenly entered the room, and
+placing her godchild's hand in the Prince's, said:
+
+"Take this young girl for your wife, Prince; she is good and patient,
+and as she has known how to submit to injustice meekly, she will know
+how to reign justly."
+
+[Illustration: CINDERELLA MARRIED TO THE PRINCE.]
+
+So Cinderella was married to the Prince in great state, and they lived
+together very happily. She forgave her sisters, and treated them always
+very kindly, and the Prince had great cause to be glad that he had found
+the glass slipper.
+
+
+
+
+THE THREE BEARS.
+
+
+Once upon a time three bears lived in a nice little house in a great
+forest.
+
+There was the Father Bear, the Mother Bear, and the Baby Bear.
+
+They had each a bed to sleep in, a chair to sit on, and a basin and
+spoon for eating milk or honey, which was their favourite food.
+
+One morning the three bears resolved on taking a walk before breakfast;
+but before they went out, they poured their warm milk into their basins,
+that it might get cool by the time they came back.
+
+[Illustration: THE BEARS AT BREAKFAST.]
+
+When the milk was poured out, the three bears set out for a walk.
+
+[Illustration: THE BEARS OUT FOR A WALK.]
+
+Mr. and Mrs. Bear walked arm-in-arm, and Baby ran by their side.
+
+"WHAT A FINE DAY IT IS!" growled Mr. Bear.
+
+"WHAT A FINE DAY IT IS!" said Mrs. Bear.
+
+"What a fine day!" squeaked little Bear.
+
+And so it was.
+
+The sun shone brightly though it was low in the sky, and its rays
+glittered on the fine webs on the grass. The leaves shivered in the soft
+breeze; the wood-pigeon cooed; the lark sang loud enough to make himself
+hoarse; the sparrows chirped; the bee buzzed, and a yellow butterfly
+perched on great Bear's nose.
+
+"What a squeaky noise these creatures make!" said big Bear, as he
+brushed off the butterfly. "What a pity it is they have not _our_ deep
+voices."
+
+"Yes," said Mrs. Bear; "you have a much finer voice than the lark. I
+should like to hear him growl as you do."
+
+"Oh, my dear, you are too kind; my growl is nothing to the lion's."
+
+And thus conversing, the bears walked on.
+
+Now there lived in the same forest a sweet little girl, who was called
+Golden Hair. She was the Woodman's daughter, and her hair looked just
+like sunbeams. She knew every tree in the greenwood, and every flower in
+it. She loved the birds, and liked to listen to their song; and
+everything in the wood loved Golden Hair. The trees bent down their
+lower branches to touch her glittering head as she passed; the birds
+sang sweeter as she glided by. The lark's song in the sky was--
+
+"Come up, come up, Golden Hair; here is your happy home."
+
+"Coo, I love you; coo, I love you!" cooed the wood-pigeon, as she
+passed.
+
+"Twit, twit, pretty child," said the sparrow.
+
+"Oh, you darling," sang the blackbird; and Golden Hair laughed with
+glee, for she liked to be loved.
+
+[Illustration: LITTLE GOLDEN HAIR.]
+
+As to the butterflies, they flew after her, and rested on her hair, and
+tickled her cheeks; but she never tried to catch them.
+
+[Illustration: GOLDEN HAIR PEEPING INTO THE BEARS' HOUSE.] She would
+not frighten or vex them for anything. She loved all the creatures, and
+that is why they loved her.
+
+Love makes love.
+
+Dear little Golden Hair, she went on singing merrily through the
+greenwood, saying sometimes to herself--
+
+"I wish I could sing as well as the lark!"
+
+By-and-by Little Golden Hair reached the Bears' house. She had never
+seen it before, and she wondered who lived there. A window was open, and
+Golden Hair peeped in.
+
+"Dear me," thought the child, "whose house can it be! There is a table
+and three chairs, and three basins of hot milk, all steaming, and nobody
+to drink it. But I don't see any work or books, or anything else. I
+think I will go in and see who lives here."
+
+So she tapped at the door, and cried, "Is any one at home?"
+
+But there was no answer. Then Golden Hair stepped in very carefully,
+and looked about her.
+
+She could not see any one, nor hear anybody snoring, so she walked into
+the Bears' parlour.
+
+There was a fire, which made the room cheerful, and the hot milk looked
+very inviting; it quite seemed to say, "Come and have some breakfast;"
+and the early spring air had made Golden Hair rather cold, and very
+hungry; so she sat down by the fire in the little Bear's chair. It was
+too small for her, but she did not quite sit down at first. In a moment
+she got up again, and went round the table and tasted the milk in all
+the basins. Little Bear's was the nicest, because it had sugar in it,
+and Golden Hair thought it was good. So she took the basin and sat down
+again in Little Bear's chair, took his spoon, and ate up _all_ his milk.
+Now this was very wrong. A tiny bear is only a tiny bear; still, he has
+a right to keep his own things. But Golden Hair did not know any better.
+Unluckily, Baby Bear's chair was, as we have said, too small for her;
+she broke the seat and fell through, basin and all.
+
+[Illustration: GOLDEN HAIR EATS THE LITTLE BEAR'S BREAKFAST.]
+
+Then Golden Hair went upstairs, and there she saw three beds all in a
+row. Golden Hair lay down on Father Bear's bed first, but that was too
+long for her; then she lay down on Mother Bear's bed, and that was too
+wide for her; last of all she lay down on Baby Bear's bed, and there she
+fell asleep, for she was tired.
+
+[Illustration: THE LITTLE BEAR GRIEVES FOR HIS BROKEN CHAIR.]
+
+By-and-by the bears came home. Baby Bear saw that his chair was broken
+and thrown down, and he cried in a very squeaky voice,
+
+"SOMEBODY HAS BEEN HERE;" and Father Bear growled,
+
+"SOMEBODY HAS BEEN HERE;"
+
+And Mother Bear growled, more softly,
+
+"SOMEBODY HAS BEEN HERE."
+
+Then they went to the table and looked at their breakfasts, and Father
+Bear growled, "WHO HAS TOUCHED MY BASIN?"
+
+And Mother Bear growled, "WHO HAS TOUCHED MY BASIN?"
+
+And Tiny Bear squeaked, "SOMEBODY HAS BROKEN MINE!"
+
+And then Tiny Bear began to cry, for he was very fond of his own basin
+and his own chair; and, besides, he was very hungry after his long walk
+in the forest.
+
+It really did seem a shame. Then the three bears thought they would go
+over their house, to see who had been in it, and to try if they could
+find the thief.
+
+They went upstairs to their bedroom, which was over their other room,
+and as soon as they saw the tumbled beds Father Bear growled,
+
+"WHO HAS BEEN LYING ON MY BED?"
+
+And Mother Bear growled
+
+"WHO HAS BEEN LYING ON MY BED?"
+
+And Tiny Bear squeaked out,
+
+"Oh! here is a little girl in my bed; and it must be she who has eaten
+my breakfast and broken my chair."
+
+[Illustration: THE BEARS FIND GOLDEN HAIR IN LITTLE BEAR'S BED.]
+
+Then Father Bear growled,
+
+"LET US EAT HER UP;"
+
+And Mother Bear growled, "LET US EAT HER UP;"
+
+And Tiny Bear squeaked,
+
+"LET US EAT HER UP."
+
+[Illustration: GOLDEN HAIR ESCAPES FROM THE BEARS.]
+
+The noise they made woke Golden Hair, and you may imagine how frightened
+she was when she saw the three bears. She started out of bed, and jumped
+at once out of the window. The bears rushed after her, and Father Bear
+caught her golden hair in his teeth, but she left a lock behind, and
+still ran on. Then the three bears all jumped out after her, but they
+fell one on the top of the other and rolled over and over, and while
+they were picking themselves up, little Golden Hair ran home, and they
+were not able to catch her.
+
+But I do not think she had acted rightly (though she did not deserve to
+be eaten up); it was very wrong to break little Bear's chair and eat his
+milk, and I think Golden Hair will have to take great care to keep out
+of the reach of the THREE BEARS.
+
+
+
+
+PUNCH AND JUDY.
+
+
+   Mr. Punch and his wife
+   Led a terrible life,
+     Very much like a dog and a cat;
+   Till, one summer morn
+   A baby was born,
+     A darling all dimples and fat.
+
+[Illustration: PUNCH, JUDY, AND THE BABY.]
+
+   Mrs. Judy was proud,
+   And the nurses allowed
+     That they never had seen such a child;
+   And the proud mother thought
+   When her baby she brought
+     To her husband, "It must make him mild."
+
+[Illustration: PUNCH AND THE BABY.]
+
+   Mr. Punch was quite pleased;
+   The poor baby he seized,
+     And danced up and down in great joy.
+   "Oh, my Judy," he cried,
+   "With a father's just pride,
+     I look on our beautiful boy."
+
+   But the baby soon cried;
+   Punch's temper was tried,
+     And in a great passion he flew;
+   He shook the poor child,
+   And, with rage growing wild,
+     The babe o'er the balcony threw.
+
+   Judy, greatly displeased,
+   A thick stick at once seized,
+     And began her stern husband to beat;
+   "O you monster," she cried,
+   As her weapon she plied,
+     "You deserve the same ending to meet."
+
+[Illustration: PUNCH AND JUDY.]
+
+   On his arms and his head
+   Her blows fell like lead;
+     She wonder'd such treatment he stood!
+   Beating and battering,
+   She made such a clattering,
+     It sounded like chopping up wood.
+
+[Illustration: PUNCH KILLS JUDY.]
+
+   Of his beating quite tired,
+   Punch's patience expired;
+     He snatched the stick out of her hands,
+   And gave Judy a blow
+   Which, alas, laid her low,
+     And above her a conqueror stands.
+
+   Then he danced and he sang,
+   And such nonsense began,
+     That we laughed, though we couldn't tell why;
+   For in such a sad case
+   It were much more our place
+     For Judy's misfortunes to cry.
+
+[Illustration: PUNCH AND THE CONSTABLE.]
+
+   But the constable see!--
+   "Are you come here for me?"
+     Cries Punch, as he dances about.
+   "Yes, yes; come to jail,
+   'Tis a terrible tale,"
+     Said the constable, "you must come out,
+
+   "And be tried for your life,
+   For thus killing your wife;
+     In prison, meantime, you'll abide."
+   "Oh no, I won't go,"
+   Cried Punch, and a blow
+     He gave the poor man in his side.
+
+[Illustration: PUNCH, TOBY, AND THE CLOWN.]
+
+   Now Punch had a pet
+   Whom we must not forget,
+     A dog known as Toby by name;
+   A clown from a show
+   One day came to know
+     If Punch would not sell him the same.
+
+   But Punch would not part
+   From his dog, for his heart
+     (Though a wooden one) to him was true.
+   He cried, "Give me a kiss,
+   Dear Toby, I wis
+     I never will sever from you."
+
+[Illustration: PUNCH AND THE DOCTOR.]
+
+   But Jack Ketch comes at last;
+   Punch's frolics are past,
+     There is no one his cause to befriend;
+   His nonsense and fun
+   Are all, alas, done;
+     He has come to a very bad end!
+
+   If he were not of wood
+   It would not be good
+     To laugh at the harm he has done;
+   But 'twas only pretence,
+   And there was not much sense
+     In his crimes, or his grief, or his fun.
+
+[Illustration: PUNCH AND JACK KETCH.]
+
+   For a great many years,
+   Punch's laughter and tears,
+     Have amused both the child and the man;
+   So I think at the last,
+   For the sake of the past
+     We will keep him as long as we can.
+
+
+
+
+THE PETS.
+
+
+_THE SHEEP._
+
+The sheep is a very useful animal. Its wool, sheared off, makes us cloth
+and flannel, and all kinds of woollen goods; and its flesh, called
+mutton, is a chief part of our food. When sheep are little they are
+called lambs, and are very playful, pretty creatures.
+
+[Illustration: SHEEP.]
+
+Sheep soon learn to know the voice of their shepherd, and will follow
+it. In Eastern countries the shepherd walks before his flock, and they
+are led by his voice. There are dogs called sheep-dogs, which take care
+of the flocks, and protect the sheep, and keep them together. In some
+countries these dogs have often to fight with wolves, which attack the
+sheep and carry them off whenever they can; but the dogs are quite able
+to keep the wolf away when they are trained to do so.
+
+[Illustration: RABBITS.]
+
+On the Scottish hills the sheep-dog is often obliged to seek his charge
+in the snow-drifts, and to help get out a poor sheep or lamb which has
+got buried in it. Sheep love green meadows and pure water. You remember,
+I dare say, the beautiful Psalm, "The Lord is my shepherd, therefore I
+shall lack nothing."
+
+
+_RABBITS._
+
+Are the favourite pets of boys. They are merry little creatures, and it
+is an amusing sight to watch them running over the green turf about
+their warren, when they are free. They have many enemies, however, such
+as dogs, foxes, and weasels. But, in spite of their enemies, rabbits
+live a merry life together.
+
+There are a great many different kinds of tame rabbits; some are white,
+with pink eyes and long ears. Rabbits have many young ones. One pair
+will have fifty-six little rabbits in a year. So it is lucky many other
+creatures feed on them. If they were left to increase, they would soon
+eat up every stalk of corn and all the green herbs.
+
+The native country of the rabbit is Spain. In the Orkney Islands, where
+there are great numbers of rabbits, the wild ones are of a grey colour,
+and in winter time almost white.
+
+The fur of the rabbit is much used for making hats. They are good for
+food also.
+
+
+_THE COW._
+
+Is a very valuable animal; indeed I do not know what we should do
+without her. She gives us milk and butter, cheese and cream; her skin is
+of great use, and her flesh is often eaten as beef. Cows grow fond of
+those who are kind to them.
+
+[Illustration: COW AND CALF.]
+
+There are a great many different kinds of cows; some red, some black,
+some brindled, white or spotted. Herefordshire cows have white faces.
+The ancient Britons had great numbers of fine cows; and wild cattle
+were common in our country seven hundred years ago. In the neighbourhood
+of London, in Henry II.'s reign, there was a large forest which
+contained a great many wild bulls and cows.
+
+[Illustration: THE DONKEY.]
+
+The cow is a good mother, very fond of her calf. The bull is a very
+bold, fierce animal. It has a great dislike to the colour red, and will
+run after and if it can toss any one wearing it. In Spain they have a
+cruel sport, called bull fights, between these brave animals and men on
+horseback.
+
+The flesh of the cow and ox is called beef; that of the calf is veal.
+
+
+_THE DONKEY._
+
+This patient and useful animal is supposed to have come at first from
+the East, where it still continues to be of a greater size and of a much
+better appearance. They were as valuable there in former ages as horses;
+great men and judges rode on asses. The ass is very fond of its foal,
+and can be attached to its master if kindly treated. Its milk is thought
+very good for consumptive people. It is very sure-footed, and strong,
+and able to carry heavy burdens.
+
+The Donkey is a very useful animal to the poor. It can do a great deal
+of work on very coarse and cheap food. Thistles make a dainty dinner for
+the ass. It is patient and gentle, but occasionally very obstinate; a
+fault chiefly produced in the poor beast by ill-usuage.
+
+Children should never be cruel to this poor animal, but treat it kindly,
+and it will not then be stubborn and slow, but will do its best to carry
+them.
+
+
+_THE COCK, THE HEN, AND THE CHICKENS._
+
+Here is a fine farm-yard family! very useful friends of ours. The cock,
+who is a brave, spirited bird, wakes us up in the morning by crowing;
+the hen lays us eggs for breakfast, and when the wee chicks are big
+enough, they are very good food, as roast chicken. The cock teaches us
+watchfulness; the hen, motherly love.
+
+[Illustration: THE COCK, THE HEN, AND THE CHICKENS.]
+
+There are many different kinds of fowls. The largest are the tall Cochin
+Chinas; the smallest the pert little Bantams. It is a great amusement
+for children to have a few fowls to feed, and take care of. Feeding them
+and finding their eggs is one of the country child's pleasures.
+
+The hen sits on her eggs for three weeks; and when the chicks are
+hatched, she takes the greatest care of them, gathering them under her
+wings when danger is near or the weather is at all cold; and she is
+ready to fight a hawk or even a dog in defence of her little ones.
+
+Fowls feed on barley or any kind of grain, and pick up worms, &c., in
+their run. Stinging-nettles are very good food for chickens.
+
+
+_THE HORSE._
+
+This noblest of animals is believed to be a native of Arabia; but was in
+our islands before the Romans came here. The first money coined in
+Britain was stamped with the figure of a horse.
+
+[Illustration: THE HORSE.]
+
+The horse has a wonderful memory. He never forgets a place to which he
+has once been taken. He loves his master if well treated; and in battles
+he displays the greatest courage and joy. He also understands sounds,
+and loves music. Indeed, the horse may be called the friend of man, and
+deserves all the kindness we can show him.
+
+The Arabs bring up their horses with their children in their own tents;
+and the steed thus reared is very sensible and gentle. An Arab will not
+sell his favourite horse for any sum, however large: it is as dear to
+him as his children.
+
+
+_THE GOAT._
+
+The goat is a very useful animal. Its flesh is very good, though English
+people seldom eat it. Its milk is very good also, and of use to people
+in consumption. The most beautiful gloves are made from its skin.
+
+[Illustration: GOATS.]
+
+Goats abound on the Welsh mountains; it is, indeed, an animal that loves
+the great hills. The Welsh goats are white; they are very active, and
+walk on the brink of precipices, and take the most wonderful leaps. The
+scent of a goat is unpleasant, but it is thought to prevent infection
+amongst cattle.
+
+Horses are very fond of goats. They are more common in France than with
+us. In that country one sees a goat with nearly every flock of sheep.
+
+Goats' flesh is called "kid." Do you remember how Jacob deceived his
+father with the skin and meat of a kid of the goats?
+
+[Illustration: PIGS.]
+
+
+
+
+NURSERY SONGS.
+
+
+     Little Miss Muffet
+     She sat on a tuffet,
+   Eating of curds and whey.
+     There came a great spider,
+     Who sat down beside her,
+   And frightened Miss Muffet away.
+
+[Illustration: LITTLE MISS MUFFET.]
+
+[Illustration: PAT-A-CAKE, PAT-A-CAKE.]
+
+   Pat-a-cake, Pat-a-cake, baker's man,
+   Make me a cake as fast as you can;
+   Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,
+   And send it home for Tommy and me.
+
+   Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
+   Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;
+   All the king's horses and all the king's men
+   Could not set Humpty Dumpty up again.
+
+[Illustration: HUMPTY DUMPTY.]
+
+[Illustration: YOUNG LAMBS TO SELL!]
+
+   Young lambs to sell!--young lambs to sell!
+   If I had as much money as I could tell,
+   I never would cry, Young lambs to sell!
+   Young lambs to sell!--young lambs to sell!
+   I never would cry, Young lambs to sell!
+
+[Illustration: LITTLE ROBIN REDBREAST SAT UPON A TREE.]
+
+   Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,
+   Up went Pussy-cat, and down went he;
+   Down came Pussy-cat, and away Robin ran;
+   Says little Robin Redbreast, "Catch me if you can."
+   Little Robin Redbreast jumped upon a wall,
+   Pussy-cat jumped after him and almost got a fall;
+   Little Robin chirped and sang, and what did Pussy say?
+   Pussy-cat said "Mew," and Robin jumped away.
+
+[Illustration: HANDY SPANDY, JACK-A-DANDY.]
+
+   Handy Spandy Jack-a-Dandy
+   Loved plumcake and sugar candy;
+   He bought some at a grocer's shop,
+   And out he came, hop, hop, hop.
+
+[Illustration: LITTLE BOY BLUE.]
+
+   Little Boy Blue, come blow up your horn,
+   The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
+   Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?
+   He is under the hay-cock fast asleep.
+
+[Illustration: THIS LITTLE PIG WENT TO MARKET.]
+
+   This little pig went to market;
+   This little pig stayed at home;
+   This pig had a piece of bread-and-butter;
+   This little pig had none;
+   This little pig said, "Wee, wee, wee!
+   I can't find my way home."
+
+
+
+
+NURSERY RHYMES.
+
+
+   Little Jack Horner sat in a corner,
+     Eating his Christmas Pie;
+   He put in his thumb, and pulled out a plum,
+     And said, "What a good boy am I!"
+
+[Illustration: LITTLE JACK HORNER.]
+
+[Illustration: TO MARKET, TO MARKET.]
+
+   To market, to market, to buy a fat pig;
+   Home again, home again, jiggetty-jig.
+   To market, to market, to buy a fat hog;
+   Home again, home again, jiggetty-jog.
+
+   Taffy was a Welshman,
+     Taffy was a thief;
+   Taffy came to my house
+     And stole a piece of beef.
+   I went to Taffy's house,
+     Taffy was from home;
+   Taffy came to my house
+     And stole a marrow bone.
+
+[Illustration: TAFFY WAS A WELSHMAN.]
+
+[Illustration: BAA, BAA, BLACK SHEEP.]
+
+   Baa, baa, black sheep,
+     Have you any wool?
+   Yes, marry, have I,
+     Three bags full:
+   One for my master,
+     One for my dame;
+   But none for the little girl
+     That cries in the lane.
+
+[Illustration: PRETTY MAID, PRETTY MAID.]
+
+   Pretty maid, pretty maid, where have you been?
+   Gathering a posie to give to the Queen.
+
+[Illustration: MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARY.]
+
+   Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
+     How does your garden grow?
+   Silver bells and cockle-shells,
+     And columbines all of a row.
+
+[Illustration: LITTLE BO-PEEP.]
+
+   Little Bo-Peep has lost his sheep,
+     And cannot tell where to find them
+   Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
+     And bring their tails behind them.
+
+   Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep,
+     And dreamt he heard them bleating
+   When he awoke, he found it a joke,
+     For still they all were fleeting.
+
+   Then up he took his little crook,
+     Determined for to find them;
+   He found them indeed, but it made his heart bleed,
+     For they'd left their tails behind them.
+
+[Illustration: HOT CROSS BUNS.]
+
+           Hot Cross Buns!
+           Hot Cross Buns!
+   One a penny, two a penny, Hot Cross Buns.
+           Hot Cross Buns!
+           Hot Cross Buns!
+   If you have no daughters, give them to your sons.
+
+[Illustration: THE CAT AND FIDDLE.]
+
+     Hey diddle diddle,
+     The cat and the fiddle,
+   The cow jumped over the moon,
+     The little dog laughed
+     To see the sport,
+   While the dish ran after the spoon.
+
+[Illustration: THE QUEEN OF HEARTS.]
+
+   The Queen of Hearts,
+   She made some tarts
+     Upon a summer day;
+   The Knave of Hearts,
+   He stole those tarts,
+     And took them quite away.
+
+   The King of Hearts,
+   He missed those tarts,
+     And beat the knave full sore;
+   The Knave of Hearts
+   Brought back those tarts,
+     And vowed he'd steal no more.
+
+[Illustration: I HAD A LITTLE HUSBAND.]
+
+   I had a little husband,
+     No bigger than my thumb;
+   I put him in a pint-pot,
+     And there I bid him drum.
+
+   I bought a little horse,
+     That galloped up and down;
+   I bridled him and saddled him,
+     And sent him out of town.
+
+   I gave him some garters,
+     To garter up his hose,
+   And a little handkerchief
+     To wipe his pretty nose.
+
+[Illustration: GOOSEY, GOOSEY, GANDER.]
+
+   Goosey, Goosey Gander,
+     Where shall I wander?
+   Up stairs, down stairs,
+     In my lady's chamber.
+
+   There I met an old man
+     That would not say his prayers;
+   I took him by the left leg,
+     And threw him down stairs.
+
+[Illustration: LITTLE POLLY FLINDERS.]
+
+   Little Polly Flinders,
+   Sat among the cinders,
+     Warming her pretty little toes;
+   Her mother came and caught her,
+   And scolded her little daughter,
+     For spoiling her nice new clothes.
+
+[Illustration: DING DONG BELL.]
+
+       Ding Dong Bell,
+       Pussy's in the well.
+       Who put her in?
+       Little Tommy Lin.
+       Who pulled her out?
+       Little Tommy Trout.
+   What a naughty boy was that,
+   To drown poor little Pussy cat,
+   Who never did him any harm,
+   But killed the mice in his father's barn.
+
+[Illustration: "MULTIPLICATION IS VEXATION."]
+
+   Multiplication is vexation;
+     Division is as bad;
+   The Rule of Three doth puzzle me,
+     And Practice drives me mad.
+
+[Illustration: THE DAPPLE-GREY PONY.]
+
+   I had a little pony,
+     His name was Dapple Grey,
+   I lent him to a lady,
+     To ride a mile away.
+
+   She whipped him, she slashed him,
+     She rode him through the mire;
+   I would not lend my pony now,
+     For all the lady's hire.
+
+[Illustration: OLD WOMAN, OLD WOMAN, SAYS I.]
+
+   Old woman, old woman, old woman say I,
+   O whither, O whither, O whither so high?
+   To sweep the cobwebs off the sky.
+   Shall I go with you? Ay, by-and-by.
+
+[Illustration: DAME TROT AND HER CAT.]
+
+   Dame Trot and her cat
+     Led a peaceable life
+   When they were not troubled
+     With other folks' strife.
+
+   When Dame had her dinner
+     Puss near her would wait,
+   And was sure to receive
+     A nice piece from her plate.
+
+[Illustration: SIMPLE SIMON.]
+
+   Simple Simon met a pieman
+     Going to the fair;
+   Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
+     "Let me taste your ware."
+
+   Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
+     "Show me first your penny."
+   Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
+     "Indeed, I have not any."
+
+   Simple Simon went a-fishing
+     For to catch a whale;
+   All the water he had got
+     Was in his mother's pail.
+
+[Illustration: MARY HAD A PRETTY BIRD.]
+
+   Mary had a pretty bird,
+     With feathers bright and yellow,
+   Slender legs--upon my word,
+     He was a pretty fellow.
+
+   The sweetest notes he always sang,
+     Which much delighted Mary;
+   And near the cage she'd ever sit,
+     To hear her own Canary.
+
+[Illustration: IS JOHN SMITH WITHIN?]
+
+   Is John Smith within?
+     Yes, that he is.
+   Can he set a shoe?
+     Ay, marry, two;
+   Here a nail and there a nail,
+     Tick, tack, too.
+
+[Illustration: GUY FAWKES.]
+
+   Please to remember
+   The fifth of November,
+   Gunpowder treason and plot.
+   I know no reason
+   Why gunpowder treason
+   Should ever be forgot.
+
+[Illustration: JACK AND JILL.]
+
+   Jack and Jill went up the hill
+     To fetch a pail of water.
+   Jack fell down and broke his crown,
+     And Jill came tumbling after.
+
+[Illustration: LITTLE FRED.]
+
+   When little Fred went to bed,
+   He always said his prayers.
+   He kissed mamma and then papa,
+   And straightway went upstairs.
+
+[Illustration: LITTLE TOM TUCKER.]
+
+   Little Tommy Tucker,
+     Sings for his supper.
+   What shall he eat?
+     White bread and butter.
+   How shall he cut it
+     Without e'er a knife?
+   How will he be married
+     Without e'er a wife.
+
+[Illustration: WHERE ARE YOU GOING, MY PRETTY MAID?]
+
+   Where are you going, my pretty maid?
+   I'm going a milking, sir, she said.
+   May I go with you, my pretty maid?
+   You're kindly welcome, sir, she said.
+   What is your fortune, my pretty maid?
+   My face is my fortune, sir, she said.
+   Then I won't marry you, my pretty maid.
+   Nobody asked you, sir, she said.
+
+[Illustration: RIDE A COCK-HORSE.]
+
+   Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
+   To see an old lady upon a white horse;
+   Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
+   And so she makes music wherever she goes.
+
+[Illustration: SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE.]
+
+   Sing a song of sixpence,
+     A bag full of rye;
+   Four-and-twenty blackbirds
+     Baked in a pie.
+
+   When the pie was opened
+     The birds began to sing.
+   Was not that a dainty dish
+     To set before the king?
+
+   The king was in his countinghouse,
+     Counting out his money;
+   The queen was in the parlour,
+     Eating bread and honey.
+
+   The maid was in the garden,
+     Hanging out the clothes;
+   'Long came a blackbird
+     And snapt off her nose.
+
+[Illustration: TOM, TOM, THE PIPER'S SON.]
+
+   Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
+   Stole a pig and away he run!
+   The pig was eat, and Tom was beat,
+   And Tom went roaring down the street.
+
+[Illustration: OLD KING COLE.]
+
+     Old King Cole
+     Was a merry old soul,
+   And a merry old soul was he!
+     He called for his pipe,
+     And he called for his bowl,
+   And he called for his fiddlers three.
+
+     Every fiddler he had a fiddle,
+     And a very fine fiddle had he!
+   Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee went the fiddlers.
+     Oh, there's none so rare
+     As can compare
+   With King Cole and his fiddlers three!
+
+[Illustration: FOUR-AND-TWENTY TAILORS WENT TO KILL A SNAIL.]
+
+   Four-and-twenty tailors went to kill a snail;
+   The best man among them durst not touch her tail.
+   She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow.
+   Run, tailors, run, or she'll kill you all e'en now.
+
+[Illustration: HUSH-A-BY BABY.]
+
+   Hush-a-by, baby, thy cradle is green;
+   Father's a nobleman; mother's a queen;
+   Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring,
+   And Johnny's a drummer and drums for the king.
+
+
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