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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Bo-Peep Story Books + +Author: Anonymous + +Editor: Clara de Chatelain + +Release Date: May 13, 2008 [EBook #25461] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BO-PEEP STORY BOOKS *** + + + + +Produced by Marilynda Fraser-Cunliffe and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This +file was made using scans of public domain works in the +International Children's Digital Library.) + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 403px;"> +<img src="images/img.coverbpeep.jpg" width="403" height="550" alt="" title="cover" /> +</div> + + +<h1>BO-PEEP</h1> + + <h2>STORY BOOKS.</h2> + + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 465px;"> +<img src="images/illus_001.jpg" width="465" height="500" alt="" title="title page decoration" /> +</div> + + <h3>CINDERELLA,<br /> + THE PRINCESS ROSETTA,<br /> + FAIR ONE AND GOLDEN LOCKS,<br /> + BEAUTY AND THE BEAST,<br /> + LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD,<br /> + THE SLEEPING BEAUTY,<br /><br /></h3> + + <p class="center">NEW YORK:<br /> + LEAVITT & ALLEN BROS.,<br /> + No. 8 HOWARD STREET.</p> + + +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> + +<div class='centered'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="CONTENTS"> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Cinderella_or_the_Glass_Slipper">Cinderella; or, the Glass Slipper.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Beauty_and_the_Beast">Beauty and the Beast.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Princess_Rosetta">Princess Rosetta.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Little_Red_Riding_Hood">Little Red Riding Hood.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Sleeping_Beauty_in_the_Wood">The Sleeping Beauty in the Wood.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Fair_One_With_Golden_Locks">The Fair One With Golden Locks.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Old_Mother_Hubbard">Old Mother Hubbard.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Little_Bo-Peep">Little Bo-Peep.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Old_Woman_and_her_Eggs">The Old Woman and her Eggs.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Old_Mother_Goose">Old Mother Goose.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Story_of_the_Three_Bears">The Story of the Three Bears.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#Little_Goody_Two-Shoes">Little Goody Two-Shoes.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_House_that_Jack_Built">The House that Jack Built.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_STORY">Death & Burial of Cock Robin.</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h4><br /><br /><a name="Cinderella_or_the_Glass_Slipper" id="Cinderella_or_the_Glass_Slipper"></a>THE STORY</h4> + +<h4>OF</h4> + +<h2>Cinderella; or the Glass Slipper.</h2> + +<h4>Edited by Madame de Chatelain.<br /><br /></h4> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>Cinderella; or, the Glass Slipper.</h2> + + +<p>There once lived a gentleman, who, on becoming a widower, married a most +haughty woman for his second wife. The lady had two daughters by a +former marriage, equally proud and disagreeable as herself, while the +husband had one daughter, of the sweetest temper and most angelic +disposition, who was the complete counterpart of her late mother. No +sooner was the wedding over, than the stepmother began to show her bad +temper. She could not bear her stepdaughter's good qualities, that only +showed up her daughters' unamiable ones still more obviously, and she +accordingly compelled the poor girl to do all the drudgery of the +household. It was she who washed the dishes, and scrubbed down the +stairs, and polished the floors in my lady's chamber, and in those of +the two pert misses, her daughters; and while the latter slept on good +featherbeds in elegant rooms, furnished with full-length +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span>looking-glasses, their sister lay in a wretched garret on an old straw +mattress. Yet the poor thing bore this ill treatment very meekly, and +did not dare complain to her father, who was so besotted to his wife +that he would only have scolded her.</p> + +<p>When her work was done, she used to sit in the chimney corner amongst +the cinders, which had caused the nickname of <i>Cinderella</i> to be given +her by the family; yet, for all her shabby clothes, Cinderella was a +hundred times prettier than her sisters, let them be drest ever so +magnificently.</p> + +<p>It happened that the king's son gave a ball, to which he invited all the +nobility; and, as our two young ladies made a great figure in the world, +they were included in the list of invitations. So they began to be very +busy choosing what head-dress and which gown would be the most becoming. +Here was fresh work for poor Cinderella; for it was she, forsooth, who +was to starch and get up their ruffles, and iron all their fine linen; +and nothing but dress was talked about for days together. “I,” said the +eldest, “shall put on my red velvet dress, with my point-lace +trimmings.” “And I,” said the younger sister, “shall wear my usual +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span>petticoat, but shall set it off with my gold brocaded train and my +circlet of diamonds.” They sent for a clever tire-woman to prepare the +double rows of quilling for their caps, and they purchased a quantity of +fashionably cut patches. They called in Cinderella to take her advice, +as she had such good taste, and Cinderella not only advised them well, +but offered to dress their hair, which they were pleased to accept. +While she was thus busied, the sisters said to her, “And pray, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span>Cinderella, would you like to go to the ball!” “Nay, you are mocking +me,” replied the poor girl; “it is not for such as I to go to balls.” +“True enough,” rejoined they; “folks would laugh to see a Cinderella at +a court ball.”</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_002.jpg" width="500" height="449" alt="" title="CINDERELLA" /> +</div> + +<p>Any other but Cinderella would have drest their hair awry to punish them +for their impertinence, but she was so good natured that she dressed +them most becomingly. The two sisters were so delighted, that they +scarcely ate a morsel for a couple of days. They spent their whole time +before a looking-glass, and they would be laced so tight, to make their +waists as slender as possible, that more than a dozen stay-laces were +broken in the attempt.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_005.jpg" width="500" height="369" alt="" title="CINDERELLA" /> +</div> + +<p>The long-wished-for evening came at last, and off they set. Cinderella's +eyes followed them as long as she could, and then she was fain to weep. +Her godmother now appeared, and seeing her in tears inquired what was +the matter. “I wish—-I wish,” began the poor girl, but tears choked her +utterance. “You wish that you could go to the ball,” interrupted her +godmother, who was a fairy. “Indeed I do!” said Cinderella, with a sigh. +“Well, then, if you will be a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span> good girl, you shall go,” said her +godmother. “Now fetch me a pumpkin from the garden,” added she. +Cinderella flew to gather the finest pumpkin she could find, though she +could not understand how it was to help her to go to the ball. But, her +godmother having scooped it quite hollow, touched it with her wand, when +it was immediately changed into a gilt coach. She then went to the +mousetrap, where she found six live mice, and bidding Cinderella let +them out one by one, she changed each mouse into a fine dapple-grey<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span> +horse by a stroke of her wand. She next considered what she should do +for a coachman, when Cinderella proposed to look for a rat in the +rat-trap. “That's a good thought,” quoth her godmother, “so go and see.” +Sure enough, Cinderella returned with the rat-trap, in which were three +large rats. The fairy chose one who had a tremendous pair of whiskers, +and forthwith changed him into a coachman with the finest moustachios +ever seen. She then said: “Now go into the garden, and bring me six +lizards, which you will find behind the watering-pot.” These were no +sooner brought, than they were turned into six footmen, with laced +liveries, who got up behind the coach just as naturally as if they had +done nothing else all their lives. The fairy then said to Cinderella: +“Now here are all the means for going to the ball; are you not pleased?” +“But must I go in these dirty clothes?” said Cinderella, timidly. Her +godmother merely touched her with her wand, and her shabby clothes were +changed to a dress of gold and silver tissue, all ornamented with +precious stones. She next gave her the prettiest pair of glass slippers +ever seen. She now got into the carriage, after having been warned by +her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span> godmother upon no account to prolong her stay beyond midnight, as, +should she remain a moment longer at the ball, her coach would again +become a pumpkin, her horses mice, her footmen lizards, while her +clothes would return to their former shabby condition. Cinderella +promised she would not fail to leave the ball before midnight, and set +off in an ecstacy of delight. The king's son, on being informed that +some great princess, unknown at court, had just arrived, went to hand +her out of her carriage, and brought her into the hall where the company +was as<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span>sembled. The moment she appeared, all conversation was hushed, +the violins ceased playing, and the dancing stopped short, so great was +the sensation produced by the stranger's beauty. A confused murmur of +admiration fluttered through the crowd, and each was fain to exclaim +“How surpassingly lovely she is!” Even the king, old as he was, could +not forbear admiring her like the rest, and whispered to the queen, that +she was certainly the fairest and comeliest woman he had seen for many a +long day. The ladies were all busy examining her head-dress and her +clothes, in order to get similar ones the very next day, if, indeed, +they could meet with stuffs of such rich patterns, and find workwomen +clever enough to make them up.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_007.jpg" width="500" height="409" alt="" title="CINDERELLA" /> +</div> + +<p>After leading her to the place to which her rank seemed to entitle her, +the king's son requested her hand for the next dance, when she displayed +so much grace as to increase the admiration her beauty had raised in the +first instance. An elegant supper was next brought in, but the young +prince was so taken up with gazing at the fair stranger, that he did not +partake of a morsel. Cinderella went and sat by her sisters, sharing +with them the oranges and citrons<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span> the prince had offered her, much to +their surprise, as they did not recognise her in the least.</p> + +<p>When Cinderella heard the clock strike three-quarters past eleven, she +made a low curtsey to the whole assembly, and retired in haste. On +reaching home, she found her godmother, and after thanking her for the +treat she had enjoyed, she ventured to express a wish to return to the +ball on the following evening, as the prince had requested her to do. +She was still relating to her godmother all that had happened at court, +when her two sisters knocked at the door. Cinderella went and let them +in, pretending to yawn and stretch herself, and rub her eyes, and +saying: “How late you are!” just as if she was woke up out of a nap, +though, truth to say, she had never felt less disposed to sleep in her +life. “If you had been to the ball,” said one of the sisters, “you would +not have thought it late. There came the most beautiful princess ever +seen, who loaded us with polite attentions, and gave us oranges and +citrons.”</p> + +<p>Cinderella could scarcely contain her delight, and inquired the name of +the princess. But they replied that nobody knew her name, and that the +king's son<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span> was in great trouble about her, and would give the world to +know who she could be. “Is she, then, so very beautiful?” said +Cinderella, smiling. “Lord! how I should like to see her! Oh, do, my +Lady Javotte, lend me the yellow dress you wear every day, that I may go +to the ball and have a peep at this wonderful princess.” “A likely +story, indeed!” cried Javotte, tossing her head disdainfully, “that I +should lend my clothes to a dirty Cinderella like you!” Cinderella +expected to be refused, and was not sorry for it, as she would have been +puzzled what to do, had her sister really lent her the dress she begged +to have.</p> + +<p>On the following evening, the sisters again went to the court ball, and +so did Cinderella, drest even more magnificently than before. The king's +son never left her side, and kept paying her the most flattering +attentions. The young lady was nothing loth to listen to him; so it came +to pass that she forgot her godmother's injunctions, and, indeed, lost +her reckoning so completely, that, before she deemed it could be eleven +o'clock, she was startled at hearing the first stroke of midnight. She +rose hastily, and flew away like a startled fawn. The prince attempted +to follow<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span> her, but she was too swift for him; only, as she flew she +dropped one of her glass slippers, which he picked up very eagerly. +Cinderella reached home quite out of breath, without either coach or +footmen, and with only her shabby clothes on her back; nothing, in +short, remained of her recent magnificence, save a little glass slipper, +the fellow to the one she had lost. The sentinels at the palace gate +were closely questioned as to whether they had not seen a princess +coming out; but they answered they had seen no one except a shabbily +drest girl, who appeared to be a peasant rather than a young lady.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_009.jpg" width="500" height="388" alt="" title="CINDERELLA" /> +</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></p> + +<p>When the two sisters returned from the ball, Cinderella asked them +whether they had been well entertained; and whether the beautiful lady +was there? They replied, that she was; but that she had run away as soon +as midnight had struck, and so quickly as to drop one of her dainty +glass slippers, which the king's son had picked up, and was looking at +most fondly during the remainder of the ball; indeed, it seemed beyond a +doubt that he was deeply enamoured of the beautiful creature to whom it +belonged.</p> + +<p>They spoke truly enough; for, a few days afterwards, the king's son +caused a proclamation to be made, by sound of trumpet, all over the +kingdom, to the effect that he would marry her whose foot should be +found to fit the slipper exactly. So the slipper was first tried on by +all the princesses; then by all the duchesses; and next by all the +persons belonging to the court: but in vain. It was then carried to the +two sisters, who tried with all their might to force their feet into its +delicate proportions, but with no better success. Cinderella, who was +present, and recognised her slipper, now laughed, and said: “Suppose I +were to try?” Her sisters ridiculed such<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span> an idea; but the gentleman who +was appointed to try the slipper, having looked attentively at +Cinderella, and perceived how beautiful she was, said that it was but +fair she should do so, as he had orders to try it on every young maiden +in the kingdom. Accordingly, having requested Cinderella to sit down, +she no sooner put her little foot to the slipper, than she drew it on, +and it fitted like wax. The sisters were quite amazed; but their +astonishment increased ten fold, when Cinderella drew the fellow slipper +out of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span> her pocket, and put it on. Her godmother then made her +appearance; and, having touched Cinderella's clothes with her wand, made +them still more magnificent than those she had previously worn.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_013.jpg" width="500" height="398" alt="" title="CINDERELLA" /> +</div> + +<p>Her two sisters now recognised her for the beautiful stranger they had +seen at the ball; and, falling at her feet, implored her forgiveness for +their unworthy treatment, and all the insults they had heaped upon her +head. Cinderella raised them, saying, as she embraced them, that she not +only forgave them with all her heart, but wished for their affection. +She was then taken to the palace of the young prince, in whose eyes she +appeared yet more lovely than before, and who married her shortly after.</p> + +<p>Cinderella, who was as good as she was beautiful, allowed her sisters to +lodge in the palace, and gave them in marriage, that same day, to two +lords belonging to the court.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_015.jpg" width="500" height="416" alt="" title="CINDERELLA" /> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h4><br /><br /><a name="Beauty_and_the_Beast" id="Beauty_and_the_Beast"></a>THE STORY</h4> + +<h4>OF</h4> + +<h3>Beauty and the Beast.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_017.jpg" width="500" height="443" alt="" title="Beauty and the Beast" /> +</div> + +<h4>Edited by Madame de Chatelain.<br /><br /></h4><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>Beauty and the Beast.</h2> + + +<p>There was once a wealthy merchant who had three sons and three +daughters. The latter were extremely pretty, especially the youngest, +who, indeed, was called in childhood the little Beauty,—a nickname that +clung to her ever after, much to the jealous annoyance of her sisters. +Nor did she excel them more in beauty than in goodness. The two eldest +sisters were so proud of their father's fortune that they would not +condescend to herd with other merchants' daughters, but were always +dangling after persons of quality, and frequenting balls and plays, and +laughed at their youngest sister for spending her time in reading +instructive books. As they were known to be rich, many wealthy merchants +offered to marry them; but the two eldest replied, that they could not +think of anybody below a Duke, or at least an Earl, while Beauty +answered, that she thanked them for their good opinion, but that, being +still very young, she wished to remain a few years longer with her +father.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_019.jpg" width="500" height="413" alt="" title="Beauty and the Beast" /> +</div> + +<p>It happened that the merchant was suddenly ruined, and nothing was left +of all his vast property but a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span> small house in the country, whither, he +informed his children, they must now remove. The two eldest replied, +that for their parts they need not leave town, as they had plenty of +lovers who would be too happy to marry them even without a fortune. But +here they were strangely mistaken. Their lovers would not even look upon +them now; and, as they had made themselves odious by their pride, nobody +pitied them for their fall, though every one felt sorry for Beauty. +Indeed, several gentlemen offered to marry her, portionless as she was; +but she told them she could not resolve to abandon her father in his +misfortunes. The<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span> family now removed into the country, where the father +and his sons tilled the ground, while Beauty rose daily at four o'clock, +and did all the work in the house. At first this drudgery seemed very +hard, but after a time she grew stronger, and her health improved. When +her work was over she read, played on the harpsichord, or sang as she +sat at her spinning-wheel. As to her two sisters, they were perfectly +helpless, and a burden to themselves. They would rise at ten, and spend +the live-long day fretting for the loss of their fine clothes and gay +parties, and sneer at their sister for her low-born tastes, because she +put up with their unfortunate position so cheerfully.</p> + +<p>The family had spent about a year in their retreat, when the merchant +received a letter, informing him that a ship freighted with goods +belonging to him, that was thought to be lost, had just come into port. +At this unexpected news the two eldest sisters were half wild for joy, +as they now hoped they would soon leave the cottage; and when their +father was about to go and settle his business, they begged him to bring +them back all sorts of dresses and trinkets. When the father perceived +that Beauty did not ask for anything, he inquired what he should bring +her.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span> “Why, since you ask me, dear father,” said she, “I should like you +to bring me a rose, as none grow in these parts.” Now, it was not that +Beauty particularly cared about his bringing a rose, only she would not +appear to blame her sisters, or to seem superior to them, by saying she +did not wish for anything. The good man set off, but when he reached the +port, he was obliged to go to law about the cargo, and it ended in his +returning as poor as he came. He was within thirty miles of home, when, +on passing by night through a large forest, he was overtaken by a heavy +fall of snow, and, having completely lost his way, he began to be afraid +he should die of hunger and cold, when of a sudden he perceived a light +at the end of a long long avenue of trees, and, on making for that +direction, he reached a splendid palace, where, to his surprise, not a +human being was stirring in any of the court-yards. His horse followed +him, and, seeing a stable-door open, walked in, and here the poor jaded +beast fed heartily on the hay and oats that filled the crib. The +merchant then entered the house, where he still saw nobody, but found a +good fire, and a table ready laid for one person, with the choicest +viands. Being completely drenched, he drew near the fire to dry his +clothes, saying to him<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span>self, “I hope the master of the house or his +servants will excuse the liberty I am taking, for no doubt it will not +be long before they make their appearance.” He then waited a +considerable while, still no one came, and by the time the clock struck +eleven, he was so exhausted with hunger that he took up a chicken, which +he devoured in two mouthfuls, and in a perfect tremor. He next drank +several glasses of wine, when, taking courage, he left the hall, and +crossed several suites of rooms most magnificently furnished. At last he +found a very nice chamber, and, as it was now past midnight, and he was +excessively tired, he closed the door and went to bed.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_023.jpg" width="500" height="370" alt="" title="Beauty and the Beast" /> +</div> + +<p>The merchant did not wake till ten o'clock on the following morning, +when he was surprised to find a new suit of clothes instead of his own, +which were spoiled. He now concluded the palace belonged to some +beneficent fairy; a notion which was completely confirmed on his looking +out of window, and seeing that the snow had given place to flowery +arbours and the most enchanting gardens. Having returned to the great +hall, where he had supped on the previous night, he saw a small table, +on which stood some chocolate ready for his breakfast. When his meal +was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span> finished, he went to look after his horse, and, as he happened to +pass under a bower of roses, he bethought him of Beauty's request, and +plucked a bunch to take home. No sooner had he done so than he heard a +frightful roar, and saw such a horrible beast stalking up to him that he +was ready to faint with alarm. “You are most ungrateful,” cried the +Beast, in a terrific voice. “I saved your life by admitting you into my +palace, and you reward me by stealing my roses, which I love beyond +everything else! You shall pay the forfeit with your life's blood.” The +poor merchant threw himself on his knees before the Beast, saying: +“Forgive<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span> me, my Lord, I did not know I should offend you by plucking a +rose for one of my daughters, in compliance with her wishes.” “I am not +a lord, but a beast,” answered the monster; “I hate flattery, and you +will not come over me with any fine speeches; but, as you say you have +daughters, I will forgive you, provided one of them comes willingly to +die in your stead, but swear that, should they refuse, you will return +in three months.” The merchant had not the most distant intention of +sacrificing one of his daughters, but wishing to see his children once +more before he died, he swore to return, and the Beast dismissed him, +telling him he need not go empty-handed, but that, if he returned to his +bed-chamber, he would find a large trunk, which he was at liberty to +fill with anything he fancied in the palace, and that it would be sent +after him. Somewhat comforted at the idea of leaving his children +provided for, the merchant returned to his room, where he found a +quantity of gold pieces; and having filled the trunk, he left the palace +in a far sadder mood than he had entered it. On reaching home, he gave +the roses to his daughter, saying: “Take them, Beauty: you little think +how dear they have cost your poor father.” And thereupon, he related all +that had befallen<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span> him. The two eldest sisters then began to rend the +air with their lamentations, and to upbraid Beauty for being the cause +of their father's death, because, forsooth, she didn't ask for dresses, +as they did, in order to seem wiser than they; and now she had not even +a tear for the mischief she had done. But Beauty replied, it were of +little use to weep, for that she was quite resolved to go, and die in +her father's stead. “No,” cried the three brothers, “we will go and seek +this monster, and either he or we shall perish.” But the merchant +assured them it was vain to attempt resisting the Beast's all-powerful +will, and that it was their duty to live to protect their sisters, as it +was his to sacrifice the few remaining years he could expect to enjoy. +Meanwhile, the merchant, having forgotten all about the trunk, was much +surprised to find it on retiring to his chamber; but he said nothing +about it for the present to his eldest daughters, as he knew they would +pester him to return to town.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_026.jpg" width="500" height="402" alt="" title="Beauty and the Beast" /> +</div> + +<p>When the day came that Beauty was to set out with her father, the two +heartless sisters rubbed their eyes with an onion to appear as if they +had cried a great deal, while her brothers shed real tears, as well as +the father himself. The horse took the right road<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span> of his own accord, +and, on reaching the palace, which was illuminated as before, he went at +once into the stable, while the father and daughter entered the great +hall, where two covers were laid on a table loaded with the most dainty +fare. After supper they heard a tremendous noise. Beauty shuddered on +seeing the Beast enter, and when he inquired whether she had come +willingly, she could not help trembling as she faltered out “Yes.” “Then +I am obliged for your kindness,” growled the Beast; and, turning to the +father, he added: “As for you—get you gone to-morrow, and never let me +see you here again. Good<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span> night, Beauty.” “Good night, Beast,” answered +she, and then the monster retired. The merchant again fell to entreating +his daughter to leave him, but the next morning she prevailed on him to +set out; which he, perhaps, would not have done, had he not felt a faint +hope that the Beast might, after all, relent. When he was gone, Beauty +could not help shedding some tears; after which she proceeded to examine +the various rooms of the palace, when she was surprised to find written +upon one of the doors, “Beauty's Apartment.” She opened it in haste, and +found a magnificently furnished room, and was much struck on seeing an +extensive library, a harpsichord, and music books; for she concluded +that, if she had only a day to live, such amusements would not have been +provided for her. Her surprise increased, on opening one of the books, +and seeing written in golden letters, “<i>Your wishes and commands shall +be obeyed: you are here the queen over everything</i>.” “Alas!” thought +she, “my wish would be to see what my poor father is now about.” No +sooner had she expressed this desire in her own mind, than she saw +depicted in a large looking-glass her father's arrival at home. Her +sisters came out to meet him, and, in spite of their<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span> affected sorrow, +it was plain enough that they rejoiced in their hearts at his returning +alone. This vision disappeared a moment afterwards, and Beauty felt +grateful to the Beast for complying with her wishes. At noon she found +dinner ready for her; and she was treated all the while to an excellent +concert, though she saw nobody. At night the Beast came, and asked leave +to sup with her, which of course she could not refuse, though she +trembled from head to foot. Presently he inquired whether she did not +think him very ugly. “Yes,” said Beauty, “for I cannot tell a lie; but I +think you very good.” The supper passed off pleasantly enough, and +Beauty had half recovered from her alarm, when he suddenly asked her +whether she would marry him. Though afraid of irritating him, she +faltered out: “No, Beast,” when he sighed so as to shake the whole +house, and saying: “Good night, Beauty,” in a sorrowful tone, left the +room, much to her relief, though she could not help pitying him from her +soul.</p> + +<p>Beauty lived in this manner for three months. The Beast came to supper +every night; and, by degrees, as she grew accustomed to his ugliness, +she esteemed him for his many amiable qualities. The only thing<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span> that +pained her was, that he never failed to ask her whether she would marry +him; and when, at last, she told him that she had the greatest +friendship though no love for him, he begged her at least to promise +never to leave him. Now Beauty had seen in her glass, that very morning, +that her father lay sick with grief at her supposed death; and, as her +sisters were married, and her brothers gone for soldiers, she had so +great a wish to go and see him, that she told the Beast she should die +if he refused her leave. “No,” said the Beast, “I would much rather your +poor Beast should die of grief for your absence. So you may go.” But +Beauty promised to return in a week; and the Beast having informed her +that she need only lay her ring on her toilet table before she went to +bed, when she meant to return, he wished her good night, and retired.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_030.jpg" width="500" height="379" alt="" title="Beauty and the Beast" /> +</div> + +<p>On awaking next morning, Beauty found herself in her father's cottage, +and his delight on seeing her alive soon restored his health. He sent +for her sisters, who presently came accompanied by their husbands, with +whom they lived very unhappily, as one was so vain of his person that he +thought nothing of his wife, and the other so sarcastic that he was +playing off his wit all day long on everybody around him,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span> and most of +all on his lady. The sisters were so jealous on finding Beauty +magnificently dressed, and hearing how kind the Beast was to her, that +they laid a plan for detaining her beyond the time allowed her to stay, +in hopes he would be so angry as to devour her. Accordingly, when the +week was over, they affected such grief at her departure, that Beauty +agreed to a stay another week, though she could not help reproaching +herself for so doing. But on the night of the tenth day, she dreamt she +saw the Beast lying half dead on the grass in the palace garden, and +waking all in tears, she got out of bed, laid her ring on<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span> the table, +and then went to bed again, where she soon fell asleep. She was quite +relieved, on waking, to find herself back in the palace, and waited +impatiently till supper time, but nine o'clock struck, and no Beast +appeared. Beauty then seriously feared she had caused his death, and +running into the garden towards the spot she had dreamt of, she saw the +poor Beast lying senseless on the grass. She threw herself upon his body +in despair, when feeling that his heart still beat, she ran to fetch +some water from a neighbouring stream, and threw it into his face. The +Beast opened his eyes<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span> saying in a faint voice: “You forgot your +promise, and I determined to starve myself to death; but since you are +come, I shall, at least, die happy.” “No! you shall not die, dear +Beast,” cried Beauty, “you shall live to be my husband, for I now feel I +really love you.” No sooner had she spoken these words, than the palace +was brilliantly illuminated, fireworks were displayed, and a band of +music struck up. The Beast had disappeared, and in his place, a very +handsome prince was at her feet, thanking her for having broken his +enchantment. “But where is my poor Beast?” said Beauty anxiously. “He is +now before you,” said the prince. “A wicked fairy condemned me to retain +that uncouth form till some beautiful maid had sufficient goodness to +love me in spite of my ugliness.” Beauty, most agreeably surprised, now +helped the prince to rise, and they returned to the palace, where she +found her father. The young pair were then married, and the prince and +his beautiful bride were heartily welcomed by his subjects, who had +mourned his absence, and over whom they reigned happily for many, many +long years.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_031.jpg" width="500" height="400" alt="" title="Beauty and the Beast" /> +</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h4><br /><br /><a name="Princess_Rosetta" id="Princess_Rosetta"></a>THE STORY</h4> + +<h4>OF</h4> + +<h3>Princess Rosetta.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 410px;"> +<img src="images/illus_033.jpg" width="410" height="500" alt="" title="Princess Rosetta" /> +</div> + +<h4>Edited by Madame de Chatelain.<br /><br /></h4><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>Princess Rosetta.</h2> + + +<p>There once lived a king and a queen who had two very fine boys. The +queen always invited the fairies, on the birth of her children, to +foretel their fortunes; so when, some years after, a daughter was born, +she again applied to her old friends. The little girl was so beautiful +that the fairies were struck with admiration; but when questioned by the +mother as to the future fate of Princess Rosetta (for such was her +name), they one and all pretended to have left their conjuring-book at +home, and said they would come another time. “Alas!” cried the queen, +“this bodes no good. Yet I do entreat you to tell me the worst.” The +more unwilling the fairies seemed to speak, the greater desire the queen +felt to know what was the matter; so at length the principal fairy said: +“We are afraid, Madam, that Rosetta will prove unlucky to her brothers, +and that they will die in some adventure on her account. That is all +that we are able to foresee about your pretty little girl.” They then +departed, and left the queen very sad.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 402px;"> +<img src="images/illus_035.jpg" width="402" height="500" alt="" title="Princess Rosetta" /> +</div> + +<p>Some time after, the queen was told that there was an old hermit, who +lived in the trunk of a tree, in a neighbouring wood, and whom everybody +went to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span> consult. So she went and consulted the hermit, and he answered, +that the best thing would be to shut the princess up in a tower, and +never allow her to go abroad. The queen thanked him, and having made him +a handsome present, came back and told the king what he had said. The +king immediately ordered a high tower to be built, and when it was +finished, he shut the princess up in it, though he went daily to see his +daughter, accompanied by the queen and the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span> two princes, who were +devotedly attached to their sister. By the time the princess was fifteen +years of age the king and queen fell ill and died the same day, to the +great grief of Rosetta and her brothers. The eldest son was now raised +to the throne, when he said to his brother: “It is time we should let +our sister out of the tower in which she has been so long shut up.” +Accordingly they crossed the garden, and having entered the tower, +Rosetta came to meet them, and said: “I hope, Sire, now that you are +king, you will let me out of this tower, where I am so tired of being +shut up.” And so saying she burst into tears. But the king told her not +to cry, and that she should not only leave the tower, but soon be +married. When Rosetta came down into the garden, she was delighted with +all she saw, and ran about like a child to gather flowers and fruit, +followed by her little dog Fretillon, who was as green as a parrot, and +had long ears, but who danced most admirably. But when the princess +caught sight of a peacock, she thought it the most beautiful creature in +the world, and asked her brothers what it was. On being told that it was +a bird that was occasionally eaten, she replied that it was a sin and a +shame to eat such a beautiful bird,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span> and added, that she would never +marry any one but the king of the peacocks, and then such a sacrilege +should be forbidden. “But, sister,” said the king, greatly astonished, +“where on earth can we find the king of the peacocks?” “That is your +look-out,” said the young princess; “all I can say is, that no one else +shall become my husband.”</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 471px;"> +<img src="images/illus_037.jpg" width="471" height="500" alt="" title="Princess Rosetta" /> +</div> + +<p>The two brothers then led her to the palace, whither she insisted on +having the peacock removed, and put into her chamber. All the ladies of +the court, who<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span> had not seen Rosetta, then came to pay their respects to +her, and brought her a variety of presents, which she received with such +infantine grace and pretty gratitude, as to delight everybody. The king +and his brother were thinking, meanwhile, how they should contrive to +find the king of the peacocks. At length they had Rosetta's picture +taken, and a speaking likeness it was, and with this they set off on +their difficult errand, leaving the princess to govern the kingdom +during their absence.</p> + +<p>They at last reached the kingdom of the Cockchafers, and such a buzzing +there was in it, that the king thought he should go deaf or mad. At +length he asked the one who appeared the most rational of the set, where +he could find the king of the peacocks. “Please your majesty,” replied +the cockchafer, “his kingdom is thirty thousand miles from hence, and +you have taken the longest road to reach it.” “And pray, how can you +know that?” said the king. “Because,” rejoined the cockchafer, “you and +we are old acquaintances, for we spend two or three months in your +gardens every year.” The king and his brother embraced the cockchafer +for joy, and then they dined together; and after admiring all the +curiosities of the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span> kingdom, where every leaf was worth a guinea, they +continued their journey, till they reached a country where they saw all +the trees were filled with peacocks, who made such a screeching that +they were to be heard at least two leagues off. The king now said to his +brother: “Should the king of the peacocks be himself a peacock, he will +be an odd husband for our sister. What a pity it is she ever imagined +that there existed such a king!” On reaching the capital, however, they +found it inhabited by men and women, who wore dresses made of peacocks' +feathers; and presently they saw the king coming out of his palace, in a +beautiful little golden carriage studded with diamonds, and drawn by +twelve peacocks. He was extremely handsome, and wore his fine, long, +curly flaxen hair flowing on his shoulders, surmounted by a crown of +peacocks' feathers. On perceiving the two strangers he stopped the +carriage, and inquired what had brought them to his kingdom. The king +and prince then said they came from afar to shew him a beautiful +portrait, and accordingly drew forth Rosetta's likeness. The king of the +peacocks after having attentively examined it, declared he could not +believe there really existed so beautiful a maiden in the world. Upon<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span> +which the prince informed him that his brother was a king, and that the +original of the portrait was their sister, the princess Rosetta, who was +a hundred times more beautiful than here represented, and that they came +to offer her to him in marriage, with a bushel of golden crowns for her +portion. “I should willingly marry her,” replied the king of the +peacocks, “but I must insist upon her being quite as beautiful as the +picture; and, should I find her inferior in the slightest respect, I +will put you both to death.” “Agreed!” cried the brothers. “Well, then,” +said the king, “you must go to prison till the princess arrives.” This +they willingly did, and then wrote off to their sister to come +immediately to marry the king of the peacocks, who was dying of love for +her; but they said nothing about their being shut up, for fear of +alarming her.</p> + +<p>The princess was half wild with joy when she heard the king of the +peacocks was really found, and she lost no time in setting off with her +nurse, her foster-sister, and her little green dog Fretillon, who were +the only companions she chose to take with her. They put to sea in a +vessel loaded with a bushel of golden crowns, and with clothes enough +for ten years, supposing the princess put on two new dresses every day.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_041.jpg" width="500" height="370" alt="" title="Princess Rosetta" /> +</div> + +<p>During the passage, the nurse kept asking the pilot how near they were +to the kingdom of peacocks; and when at last he told her they would soon +reach its shores, the wicked creature said, that if he would help her to +throw the princess into the sea, as soon as she should be asleep that +night, she could then dress up her daughter in her fine clothes, and +present her to the king of the peacocks for his bride, and that she +would give him gold and diamonds so as to make his fortune. The pilot +thought it a pity to drown such a fair princess; but the nurse having +plied him with wine until he was quite tipsy, he gave his consent,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span> and +when night came, he helped her and her daughter to take up Rosetta, when +she was fast asleep, mattress, feather-bed and all, and flung her into +the sea. Fortunately the bed was stuffed with phoenix's feathers, which +possess the virtue of not sinking, so that it kept floating like a +barge. Still, the waves wetted it by degrees, and Rosetta, feeling +uncomfortable, kept turning about in her sleep, till she woke her little +dog, who lay at the foot of her bed. Fretillon had a very fine scent, +and, as he smelt the soles and the cod, he barked aloud, which in turn +woke the fish, who began to swim about and run foul of the princess's +light craft, that kept twisting about like a whirlpool.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile the wicked nurse had reached the shore, where she and her +daughter found a hundred carriages waiting for them, drawn by a variety +of animals, such as lions, stags, bears, wolves, horses, oxen, eagles, +and peacocks. The coach intended for Princess Rosetta was drawn by six +blue monkeys, caparisoned with crimson velvet. The nurse had drest up +her daughter in the finest gown she could find, and loaded her head with +diamonds; in spite of which, she appeared so frightful, with her +squinting eyes, oily black hair, crooked legs, and humped shoulder, that +the persons<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span> sent by the king of the peacocks to receive her, were +struck with amazement at the sight of her. Being as cross as she was +ill-favoured, she asked them tartly whether they were all asleep, and +why they did not bring her something to eat; and then, distributing her +blows pretty freely, she threatened to have them all hung if they did +not shew a little more alacrity in doing her bidding. As she passed +along in state, the peacocks perched on the trees cried out, “Fie! what<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span> +an ugly creature!” which enraged her so that she ordered her guards to +go and kill all the peacocks; but they flew away and only laughed at her +the more. When the pilot heard and saw all this, he whispered to the +nurse: “We are in the wrong box, mistress;” but she bid him hold his +peace.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 436px;"> +<img src="images/illus_043.jpg" width="436" height="500" alt="" title="Princess Rosetta" /> +</div> + +<p>When the king came forth to meet her, accompanied by all his nobles, his +peacocks, and the foreign ambassadors staying at his court, preceded by +Rosetta's portrait at the end of a long pole, he was ready to die with +rage and vexation on seeing such a fright; and, without more ado, he +ordered her to be shut up, together with the nurse and the pilot, in the +tower prison. His rage next fell upon the two princes, whom he accused +of making game of him; and they were much surprised when, instead of +being released on their sister's arrival, they were transferred to a +horrible dungeon, where they remained up to their necks in water for +three days. At the end of that time, the king of the peacocks came and +insulted them through a loop-hole, and told them they were a couple of +adventurers, whom he would have hung; upon which, the elder prisoner +replied indignantly, that he was as good a king as himself, and that he +might<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span> some day repent his insolent behaviour. Seeing him so firm, the +king of the peacocks had almost a mind to release them at once, and send +them away with their sister, but one of his courtiers persuaded him that +his dignity required he should punish the strangers; so he had them +tried, and they were condemned to be executed for having told a +falsehood, and promising the king a beautiful bride, who had turned out +a horrible fright. When they heard this sentence, they protested so +vehemently that there must be some misunderstanding, which time would +clear up, that they obtained a week's respite. Meanwhile, the poor +princess, who was greatly surprised on waking to find herself in the +middle of the sea, began to weep bitterly, and fancied she had been cast +into the waves by order of the king of the peacocks. After being tossed +about for a couple of days, during which she would have died of hunger +had she not chanced to pass near a bed of oysters, Fretillon's incessant +barking attracted the notice of a good old man, who lived in a solitary +hut on the shore. Thinking some travellers had lost their way, he came +out to help them, when he was much surprised on beholding the princess +in her water bed, calling out to him to save her life. The old man ran<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span> +back to fetch a grapple, and towed the bed ashore with some difficulty, +and the princess having wrapt herself in the counterpane, followed him +to his cottage, where he lit a fire, and gave her some clothes that once +belonged to his late wife. Seeing that she must be a lady of high +degree, by the richness of the bed-clothes, which were of satin, +embroidered with gold and silver, the old man questioned her, and having +learnt her story, he offered to go and inform the king of her arrival, +reminding her that she would not have<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span> proper fare in his poor house. +But Rosetta would not hear of such a thing, and preferred borrowing a +basket, which she fastened to Fretillon's neck, saying, “Go and fetch me +pot-luck from the best kitchen in the town.” Fretillon set off; and, as +there was no better than the king's, he stole all that was in the pot, +and came back to his mistress. She then sent him back to the pantry to +fetch bread, wine, and fruit. Now, when the king of the peacocks wanted +to dine, there was nothing left, either in the pot or the pantry, so he +was in a great rage, and he ordered some joints to be roasted, that he +might, at least, make a good supper. But when evening came, the princess +sent Fretillon to fetch some joints from the best kitchen, and the +little dog again went to the palace, and, whipping the joints off the +spit while the cook's back was turned, he filled his basket and returned +home. The king having missed his dinner, wished to sup earlier than +usual, when again nothing was to be had, and he went to bed in a perfect +fury. The same thing happened the next day, both at dinner and at +supper, so that for three days the king never tasted a morsel; and this +might have gone on much longer had not a courtier concealed himself in +the kitchen, and disco<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span>vered the four-footed thief, and followed him to +the cottage. The king immediately ordered the inmates of the cottage and +the dog to be taken into custody, and determined they should be put to +death with the two strangers, whose respite was to expire on the morrow. +He then entered the hall of justice to judge the culprits. The old man +knelt before him, and told him Rosetta's whole story; and when the king +cast his eyes upon her, and saw how beautiful she was, he jumped for +joy, and untied the cords that bound her. Meantime the two princes were +sent for, together with the nurse and her daughter; and when they had +all met, Rosetta fell on her brothers' necks, while the guilty nurse and +her daughter, and the pilot, knelt down to implore forgiveness. The king +was so delighted that he pardoned them, and rewarded the old man +handsomely, and insisted on his remaining in his palace. The king of the +peacocks next did all he could to make up for the ill-usage the king and +the prince had suffered. The nurse returned the bushel of golden crowns +and Rosetta's fine clothes; and the wedding rejoicings lasted a whole +fortnight. So everybody was satisfied, not forgetting Fretillon, who was +fed with all sorts of dainties for the rest of his life.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 404px;"> +<img src="images/illus_046.jpg" width="404" height="500" alt="" title="Princess Rosetta" /> +</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h4><br /><br /><a name="Little_Red_Riding_Hood" id="Little_Red_Riding_Hood"></a>THE STORY</h4> + +<h4>OF</h4> + +<h3>Little Red Riding Hood.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_049.jpg" width="500" height="426" alt="" title="Little Red Riding Hood" /> +</div> + +<h4>Edited by Madame de Chatelain.<br /><br /></h4><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>Little Red Riding Hood.</h2> + + +<p>In a retired and pleasant village there once lived a little girl, who +was one of the prettiest children ever seen. Her mother loved her to +excess, and as to her grandmother, she was doatingly fond of her, and +looked upon her as the delight of her eyes, and the comfort of her +declining years. The good old dame had a little hood of scarlet velvet +made for her darling, which became her so daintily, that for miles round +she had been nicknamed Little Red Riding Hood.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_052.jpg" width="500" height="388" alt="" title="Little Red Riding Hood" /> +</div> + +<p>One day, when her mother had baked a batch of cakes, she said to Little +Red Riding Hood: “I hear your poor grandam has been ailing, so, prithee, +go and see if she be any better, and take her this cake and a little pot +of butter.” Little Red Riding Hood, who was a willing child, and always +ready to be useful, put the things into a basket, and immediately set +off for the village where her grandmother lived, which lay on the other +side of a thick wood. As she reached the outskirts of the forest, she +met a wolf,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span> who would have liked vastly to have devoured her at once, +had there not been some woodcutters near at hand, whom he feared might +kill him in turn. So he sidled up to the little girl, and said, in as +winning a tone as he could assume: “Good morning, Little Red Riding +Hood.” “Good morning, Master Wolf,” answered she, who had no idea of +being afraid of so civil spoken an animal. “And pray where may you be +going so early?” quoth the wolf. “I am going to my grandmother's,” +replied Little Red Riding Hood, who thought there could be no harm in +telling him. “And<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span> what are you carrying in your basket, my pretty +little maid?” continued the wolf, sniffing its contents. “Why, a cake +and a pot of butter,” answered simple Little Red Riding Hood, “because +grandmother has been ill.” “And where does poor grandmamma live?” +inquired the wolf, in a tone of great interest. “Down beyond the mill, +on the other side of the wood,” said she. “Well,” cried the wolf, “I +don't mind if I go and see her too. So I'll take this road, and do you +go through the wood, and we'll see which of us shall be there first.”</p> + +<p>Now, the wily wolf knew well enough that he would be the winner in such +a race. For, letting alone his four feet against poor Little Red Riding +Hood's two, he could dash through the underwood, and swim across a pond, +that would bring him by a very short cut to the old grandam's cottage, +while he shrewdly guessed that the little girl would stop to gather +strawberries, or to make up a posy, as she loitered along the pleasanter +but more roundabout path through the wood. And sure enough the wolf, who +cared neither for strawberries nor for flowers, made such good speed +that he had presently reached the grandmother's cot<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span>tage. Thump, thump, +went the wolf against the door. “Who is there?” cried the grandam from +within. “Only your grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood,” cried the wolf, +imitating the little girl's shrill infantine voice as best he might. “I +have come to bring you a cake and a pot of butter that mother sends +you.” The grandmother, being ill, was in bed, so she called out: “Lift +the latch, and the bolt will fall.” The wolf did so, and in he went, +and, without saying a word more, he fell upon the poor old creature, and +ate her up in no time, for he had not tasted food for the last three +days. He next shut the door, and, putting on the grandam's nightcap and +nightgown, he got into bed, drew the curtain, and buried his head in the +pillow, and kept laughing in his sleeve at the trick he meant to put +upon poor Little Red Riding Hood, and wondering how long she would be +before she came.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile Little Red Riding Hood rambled through the wood with +child-like glee, stopping every now and then to listen to the birds that +were singing so sweetly on the green boughs, and picking strawberries, +which she knew her grandam loved to eat with cream,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span> till she had nearly +filled her basket; nor had she neglected to gather all the pretty +flowers, red, blue, white, or yellow, that hid their sweet little heads +amidst the moss; and of these her apron was at last so full, that she +sat down under a tree to sort them and wind them into a wreath.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_055.jpg" width="500" height="395" alt="" title="Little Red Riding Hood" /> +</div> + +<p>While she was thus occupied, a wasp came buzzing along, and, delighted +at finding so many flowers without the trouble of searching for them, he +began to drink up their honey very voraciously. Little Red<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span> Riding Hood +knew well the difference of a wasp and a bee—how lazy the one, and how +industrious the other—yet, as they are all God's creatures, she +wouldn't kill it, and only said: “Take as much honey as you like, poor +wasp, only do not sting me.” The wasp buzzed louder, as if to thank her +for her kindness, and, when he had sipped his fill, flew away. +Presently, a little tom-tit, who had been hopping about on a bough +opposite, darted down on the basket, and pecked at one of the +strawberries. “Eat as much as you like, pretty tom-tit,” said Little Red +Riding Hood: “there will still be plenty left for grandam and for me.” +The tom-tit replied, “Tweat—tweat,” in his own eloquent language; and, +after gobbling up at least three strawberries, flew away, and was soon +out of sight. Little Red Riding Hood now bethought her it was time to go +on; so, putting her wreath into her basket, she tripped along demurely +enough till she came to a brook, where she saw an aged crone, almost +bent double, seeking for something along the bank. “What are you looking +for, goody?” said the little girl. “For water-cresses, my pretty maid,” +mumbled the poor old woman; “and a sorry trade it is, that does not<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span> +earn me half enough bread to eat.” Little Red Riding Hood thought it +very hard the poor old creature should work and be hungry too, so she +drew from her pocket a large piece of bread, which her mother had given +her to eat by the way, and said: “Sit down, goody, and eat this, and I +will gather your water-cresses for you.” The old woman willingly +accepted the offer, and sat down on a knoll, while Little Red Riding +Hood set to work in good earnest, and had presently filled her basket +with water-cresses. When her task was finished, the old crone rose up +briskly, and, patting the little maid's head, said, in quite a different +voice “Thank you, my pretty Little Red Riding Hood and now, if you +happen to meet the green huntsman as you go along, pray give him my +respects, and tell him there is game in the wind.” Little Red Riding +Hood promised to do so, and walked on; but presently she looked back to +see how the old woman was getting along, but, look as sharp as she +might, she could see no trace of her, nor of her water-cresses. She +seemed to have vanished clean out of sight. “It is very odd,” thought +Little Red Riding Hood to herself, “for surely I can walk faster than +she.” Then<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span> she kept looking about her, and prying into all the bushes, +to see for the green huntsman, whom she had never heard of before, and +wondered why the old woman had given her such a message. At last, just +as she was passing by a pool of stagnant water, so green that you would +have taken it for grass, and have walked into it, as Little Red Riding +Hood, who had never seen it before, though she had gone that same way +often enough, had nearly done, she perceived a huntsman clad in green +from top to toe, standing on the bank, apparently watching the flight of +some birds that were wheeling above his head. “Good morning, Master +Huntsman,” said Little Red Riding Hood; “the old water-cress woman sends +her service to you, and says there is game in the wind.” The huntsman +nodded assent, and bent his ear to the ground to listen, and then drew +out an arrow tipped with a green feather, and strung his bow, without +taking any further notice of Little Red Riding Flood, who trudged +onwards, wondering what it all meant.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_059.jpg" width="500" height="413" alt="" title="Little Red Riding Hood" /> +</div> + +<p>Presently the little girl reached her grandmother's well-known cottage, +and knocked at the door.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span> “Who is there?” cried the wolf, forgetting to +disguise his voice. Little Red Riding Hood was somewhat startled at +first; then thinking her grandam had a bad cold that made her very +hoarse, she answered, “It is your grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood, +who has brought you a cake and a little pot of butter, which mother +sends you.” The wolf then softened his voice a little, as he replied: +“Lift the latch, and the bolt will fall.” Little Red Riding Hood did as +she was told, and then entered the cottage. The<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span> wolf then hid his head +under the bed-clothes, and said: “Put the cake and the pot of butter on +the shelf, my dear, and then come and help me to rise.” Little Red +Riding Hood set down her basket, and then went and drew back the +curtain, when she was much surprised to see how oddly her grandmother +looked in her night-clothes. “Dear me! grandmamma,” said the little +girl, “what long arms you have got!” “The better to hug you, my child,” +answered the wolf.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_060.jpg" width="500" height="413" alt="" title="Little Red Riding Hood" /> +</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span></p> + +<p>“But, grandmamma, what long ears you have got!” persisted Little Red +Riding Hood.</p> + +<p>“The better to listen to you, my child,” replied the wolf.</p> + +<p>“But, grandmamma, what large eyes you have got!” continued the little +girl.</p> + +<p>“The better to see you, my child,” said the wolf.</p> + +<p>“But, grandmamma, what terrible large teeth you have got!” cried Little +Red Riding Hood, who now began to be frightened.</p> + +<p>“The better to eat you up,” exclaimed the wolf, who was just about to +make a spring at the poor little girl, when a wasp, who had followed her +into the cottage, stung the wolf in his nostril, and made him sneeze +aloud, which gave the signal to a tom-tit perched on a branch near the +open casement, who called out “Tweat—tweat,” which warned the green +huntsman, who accordingly let fly his arrow, that struck the wolf right +through the ear and killed him on the spot.</p> + +<p>Little Red Riding Hood was too frightened, even after the wolf had +fallen back dead, that she bounced out of the cottage, and, shutting the +door, darted<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span> into the forest like a frightened hare, and ran till she +was out of breath, when she dropped down quite exhausted under a tree. +Here she discovered that she had mistaken the road, when, to her great +relief, she espied her old friend the water-cress woman, at some +distance; and, feeling sure she could soon overtake the aged dame, she +again set off, calling out to her every now and then to stop. The old +crone, however, seemed too deaf to hear; and it was not till they had +reached the skirts of the forest that she turned round, when, to Little +Red Riding Hood's surprise, she perceived a young and beautiful being in +place of the decrepit creature she thought she was following. “Little +Red Riding Hood,” said the fairy, for such she was, “your goodness of +heart has saved you from a great danger. Had you not helped the poor old +water-cress woman, she would not have sent word to the green huntsman, +who is generally invisible to mortal eyes, to save you. Had you killed +the wasp, or driven away the tom-tit, the former could not have stung +the wolf's nostril and made him sneeze, nor the latter have given the +huntsman the signal to fly his shaft. In future, no wild beast shall +ever harm<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span> you, and the fairy folks will always be your friends.” So +saying, the fairy vanished, and Little Red Riding Hood hastened home to +tell her mother all that had befallen her; nor did she forget that night +to thank Heaven fervently for having delivered her from the jaws of the +wolf.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_063.jpg" width="500" height="405" alt="" title="Little Red Riding Hood" /> +</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h4><br /><br /><a name="The_Sleeping_Beauty_in_the_Wood" id="The_Sleeping_Beauty_in_the_Wood"></a>THE STORY</h4> + +<h4>OF THE</h4> + +<h3>Sleeping Beauty in the Wood.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_065.jpg" width="500" height="420" alt="" title="Sleeping Beauty in the Wood" /> +</div> + +<h4>Edited by Madame de Chatelain.<br /><br /></h4><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>The Sleeping Beauty in the Wood.</h2> + + +<p>There once lived a king and queen, who had been married many years +without having any children, which was a subject of great sorrow to +them. So when at length it pleased Heaven to send them a daughter, there +was no end to the rejoicings that were made all over the kingdom, nor +was there ever so grand a christening seen before. All the fairies in +the land were invited to stand godmothers to the little princess, in the +hope that each would endow her with some gift, as was customary in those +days; by which means she would be adorned with every perfection and +accomplishment that could be devised.</p> + +<p>When the christening was over, the company returned to the king's +palace, where a banquet was prepared for the fairies, seven in number, +who had graced the ceremony with their presence. Before each fairy was +laid a splendid cover, with a case of massive gold containing a knife, a +fork, and a spoon of the purest gold, ornamented with diamonds and +rubies. Just<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span> as they were going to sit down, in came an aged fairy who +had not been invited, because, having remained shut up in a tower for +more than fifty years, she was supposed to be either dead or under the +influence of some spell. The king immediately ordered a cover to be laid +for her, but he could not give her a golden case like the others, as +only seven had been made, for the seven fairies. The old crone +consequently thought herself treated with disrespect, and muttered +sundry threats betwixt her teeth, which happened to be overheard by one +of the young fairies, who, fearing she might bestow some fatal gift on +the baby princess, had no sooner risen from table than she went and +concealed herself behind the tapestry-hangings, in order that she might +speak the last, and be able to neutralize, if possible, any mischief the +ill-natured hag might intend doing.</p> + +<p>The fairies now began to bestow their gifts. The youngest endowed her +with surpassing beauty; another gave her wit; a third imparted grace; a +fourth promised that she should dance to perfection; a fifth, that she +should sing like a nightingale; and the sixth, that she should play on +all sorts of instruments in the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span> most exquisite manner. It was now the +old fairy's turn to speak; when, coming forward, with her head shaking +from spite still more than from age, she declared the princess would +prick her hand with a spindle, and die of the wound.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_069.jpg" width="500" height="381" alt="" title="Sleeping Beauty in the Wood" /> +</div> + +<p>This terrible sentence fell like a damp upon all the company, and there +was no one present but what shed tears. But just then the young fairy +came out from behind the tapestry-hangings, and said aloud: “Be +comforted, O king and queen: your daughter shall not die<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span> of the wound. +For although I have not the power to undo completely the mischief worked +by an older fairy, and though I cannot prevent the princess from +pricking her hand with a spindle, yet, instead of dying, she shall only +fall into a sleep, that will last a hundred years, at the end of which a +king's son will come and wake her.”</p> + +<p>Notwithstanding the fairy's words, the king, in hopes of averting such a +misfortune altogether, published an edict forbidding any person to make +use of spindles, or even to keep them in their house, under pain of +death.</p> + +<p>Some fifteen or sixteen years afterwards, it happened that the king and +queen went to visit one of their summer palaces; when the young +princess, running one morning all over the rooms, in the frolicsome +spirits of youth, at length climbed up one of the turrets, and reached a +little garret, where she found an old woman busy spinning with a +distaff. The poor soul had never even heard of the king's edict, and did +not dream that she was committing high treason by using a spindle.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span></p> + +<p>“What are you doing, goody?” cried the princess. “I am spinning, my +pretty dear,” replied the old woman, little thinking she was speaking to +a princess. “Oh! how amusing it must be,” cried the princess, “I should +so like to try! Pray show me how to set about it.” But no sooner had she +taken hold of the spindle, than, being somewhat hasty and careless, and +likewise because the fairies had ordered it to come to pass, she pricked +her hand, and fell down in a dead faint.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_071.jpg" width="500" height="385" alt="" title="Sleeping Beauty in the Wood" /> +</div> + +<p>The good old woman becoming alarmed, called<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span> aloud for help, and a +number of attendants flocked round the princess, bathed her temples with +water, unlaced her stays, and rubbed the palms of her hands, but all to +no purpose. The king, who had come up stairs on hearing the noise they +made, now recollected what the fairies had foretold, and seeing there +was no help for it, ordered the princess to be laid on a bed, +embroidered in gold and silver, in the most magnificent room in the +palace. She looked as lovely as an angel, while thus lying in state, +though not dead, for the roses of her complexion and the coral of her +lips<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span> were unimpaired; and though her eyes remained closed, her gentle +breathing showed she was only slumbering. The king ordered her to be +left quite quiet, until the time should come when she was to awake. The +good fairy who had saved her life, by condemning her to sleep for a +hundred years, was in the kingdom of Mataquin, some twelve thousand +miles off, when the accident occurred; but, having quickly heard the +news through a little dwarf, who possessed a pair of seven-league boots, +she lost no time in coming to see her royal friends, and presently +arrived at the palace in a fiery chariot drawn by dragons. The king went +to hand her out of the carriage. She approved of all he had done; but, +being extremely prudent, she foresaw that when the princess would come +to wake she would be puzzled what to do on finding herself all alone in +a large palace, and therefore adopted the following expedient. She +touched with her wand all the ladies in waiting, maids of honour, +ladies' maids, gentlemen, officers, stewards, cooks, scullions, running +footmen, guards, porters, pages, valets, in short, every human being in +the palace, except their two majes<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span>ties; she next went into the stables, +and touched all the horses, with their grooms, the large dogs in the +court-yard, and, lastly, the princess's little lapdog, that lay beside +her on the bed. No sooner had she done so, than one and all fell into a +sound sleep that was to last till their mistress should wake, in order +to be ready to attend her the moment she would require their services. +Even the spits before the fire, that were roasting some savoury +partridges and pheasants, seemed in a manner to fall asleep, as well as +the fire itself. And all this was but the work of a moment, fairies +being never very long doing their spiriting.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_072.jpg" width="500" height="364" alt="" title="Sleeping Beauty in the Wood" /> +</div> + +<p>The king and queen, after having kissed their beloved child, without +waking her, left the palace, and published a decree forbidding any one +to approach the spot. But this proved quite a needless precaution, for +in a quarter of an hour's time there sprung up all around the park such +a quantity of trees, both great and small, and so thick a tangle of +briars and brambles, that neither man nor beast could have found means +to pass through them; in short, nothing<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span> but the topmost turrets of the +castle could be seen, and these were only discernible at a distance. So +that it seemed the fairy was determined the princess's slumber should +not be disturbed by idle curiosity.</p> + +<p>At the end of one hundred years, the son of the king who then reigned +over the land, and who did not belong to the same family as the sleeping +princess, happened to go a hunting one day in that neighbourhood, and, +catching a glimpse of the turrets peeping above a thick wood, inquired +what building it was that he saw. Every one answered according to what +they had heard. Some said it was an old castle, that was haunted; +others, that it was a place of meeting for all the witches in the land; +while the most prevailing opinion was, that it belonged to an ogre, who +was in the habit of stealing little children, and carrying them home to +eat them unmolested, and nobody could follow him, since he alone had the +power of penetrating through the thicket. The prince did not know what +to make of all these different accounts, when an old peasant said to +him: “Please your royal highness, it is now above fifty years since I +heard my father tell that the most beautiful princess ever seen<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span> was +concealed in this palace, where she was condemned to sleep for a hundred +years, at the end of which she was to be awakened by a king's son, whose +bride she was destined to become.”</p> + +<p>On hearing this, the young prince's fancy was so inflamed with the hope +of being himself the hero destined to end the enchantment, that he +immediately determined to ascertain how far the legend might prove true. +No sooner did he reach the wood, than the large trees, as well as the +briars and brambles, opened a passage for him of their own accord. He +now advanced towards the castle, which he could perceive at the end of a +long avenue, but, to his surprise, he found that none of his attendants +had been able to follow him, the trees having closed upon them the +moment he had passed through. Nevertheless, he proceeded on his way +without the least concern, for a young prince who begins to feel himself +in love must needs be brave. So he entered the outer court-yard, where +he witnessed a sight that might have appalled one less resolute than +himself. The image of death was everywhere present. The bodies of men +and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span> animals lay strewn about, apparently lifeless, and the silence was +truly awful. Still, he soon perceived, by the rubicund noses and jolly +faces of the porters, that they were only asleep; while their goblets, +still retaining a few drops of wine, proved beyond a doubt that sleep +had surprised them in the midst of a drunken bout. He then passed +through a large court, paved with marble, and entered the guard-room, +where he found a double row of soldiers shouldering their carbines, and +snoring loudly. He next crossed through several rooms, full of ladies +and gentlemen in waiting,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span> some standing and some sitting, but all fast +asleep; and at length entered a gilt chamber, where, upon a magnificent +bed, the curtains of which were drawn back, he saw reclining a princess, +apparently about sixteen, and of the most resplendent beauty that had +ever met his sight. He felt impressed with such admiration for her +loveliness that he could not refrain from bending his knee before her.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_077.jpg" width="500" height="432" alt="" title="Sleeping Beauty in the Wood" /> +</div> + +<p>Just at that moment the period of the enchantment came to a close, the +princess awoke, and, looking at him with more fondness than a first +interview would seem to warrant, she exclaimed: “Is it you, dear prince? +How long I've been waiting for you!” The prince was so charmed by these +words, and the manner in which they were uttered, that, feeling quite at +a loss how to express his gratitude and delight, he could only assure +the fair sleeper that he loved her far better than he did himself. But +though he did not make any set speeches, his conversation was only the +more acceptable to the princess, who, on her part, was much less timid +and awkward than her lover, which is not to be wondered at, as we may +fairly conclude that she had had ample time—namely,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span> a century—to +consider what she should say to him, for it is not to be supposed but +what the good fairy gave her agreeable dreams during her long slumber. +However that may be, they now talked for about four hours, without +having said half of what they had to say to each other.</p> + +<p>All the inmates of the palace having awoke at the same time as the +princess, each began to discharge the duties of his or her office; and, +as they were not all in love, like their mistress, they felt very +hungry. The lady in waiting, out of all patience, at length told the +princess that supper was ready. The prince then gave her his hand to +help her to rise, for she was ready dressed in the most magnificent +clothes, though he took care not to observe that they were cut on the +pattern of those of his grandmother, and that she wore a ruff, which was +not now in fashion, but she looked quite as beautiful as if her dress +had been more modern.</p> + +<p>They then went into the hall of looking-glasses, where they supped to +the sound of music, which was well executed by an orchestra of violins +and hautboys<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span> although the tunes they played were at least a century out +of date. After supper, the chaplain united the happy pair, and the next +day they left the old castle and returned to court, where the king was +delighted to welcome back the prince and his lovely bride, who was +thenceforward nicknamed, both by her contemporaries and by the +chroniclers who handed down the legend, the Sleeping Beauty in the Wood.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_080.jpg" width="500" height="378" alt="" title="Sleeping Beauty in the Wood" /> +</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h4><br /><br />THE STORY</h4> + +<h4>OF THE</h4> + +<h3><a name="The_Fair_One_With_Golden_Locks" id="The_Fair_One_With_Golden_Locks"></a>Fair One with Golden Locks.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 404px;"> +<img src="images/illus_081.jpg" width="404" height="500" alt="" title="Fair One with Golden Locks" /> +</div> + +<h4>Edited by Madame de Chatelain.<br /><br /></h4><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>The Fair One With Golden Locks.</h2> + + +<p>There was once a princess who had such a beautiful head of hair, +streaming down in curls to her feet, and brilliant as a sunbeam, that +she was universally called the Fair One with Golden Locks. A +neighbouring king, having heard a great deal of her beauty, fell in love +with her upon hearsay, and sent an ambassador with a magnificent suite +to ask her in marriage, bidding him be sure and not fail to bring the +princess home with him. The ambassador did his best to fulfil the king's +commands, and made as fair a speech as he could to persuade the lady; +but, either she was not in a good temper that day, or his eloquence +failed to move her, for she answered, that she thanked the king, but had +no mind to marry. So the ambassador returned home with all the presents +he had brought, as the princess would not accept anything of a suitor +whom she refused, much to the grief of the king, who had made the most +splendid preparations to receive her, never doubting but what she would +come.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 426px;"> +<img src="images/illus_083.jpg" width="426" height="500" alt="" title="Fair One with Golden Locks" /> +</div> + +<p>Now there happened to be at court a very handsome young man, named +Avenant, who observed, that had he been sent to the Fair One with Golden +Locks,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span> he would certainly have persuaded her to come; whereupon some +ill-natured persons, who were jealous of the favour he enjoyed, repeated +his words to the king, as though he had meant to boast that, being +handsomer than his majesty, the princess would certainly have followed +him. This threw the king into such a rage, that he ordered poor Avenant +to be thrown into a dungeon, where he had nothing but straw to lie upon, +and where he would have died of exhaustion had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span> it not been for a little +spring that welled forth at the foot of the tower in which he was +confined. One day, when he felt as if he were near his end, he could not +help exclaiming: “What have I done? and what can have hardened the +king's heart against the most faithful of all his subjects?” It chanced +that the king passed by just as he uttered these words, and, being +melted by his former favourite's grief, he ordered the prison door to be +opened, and bid him come forth. Avenant fell at his feet, entreating to +know the cause of his disgrace. “Did you not make game both of myself +and my ambassador?” said the king; “and did you not boast, that had I +sent you to the Fair One with Golden Locks, you would have prevailed on +her to return with you?” “True, Sire,” replied Avenant; “for I should +have set forth all your great qualities so irresistibly, that I am +certain she could not have said nay. Methinks there is no treason in +that.” The king was so convinced of his innocence, that he straightway +released Avenant from prison and brought him back to the palace. After +having given him a good supper, the king took him into his cabinet, and +confessed to him that he was still so in love with the Fair One with +Golden Locks, that he had a great<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span> mind to send him to obtain her hand, +and meant to prepare a splendid equipage befitting the ambassador of a +great nation. But Avenant said: “That is not necessary. Only give me a +good horse and the necessary credentials, and I will set off to-morrow.”</p> + +<p>On the following morning Avenant left the court, and set out alone on +his journey, thinking as he went of all the fine things he should say to +the princess, and stopping ever and anon, when any pretty conceit came +into his head, to jot it down on his tablets. One day as he halted for +this purpose in a lovely meadow by the side of a rivulet, he perceived a +large golden carp that lay gasping upon the grass, having jumped so high +to snap at the flies, that she had overreached herself, and was unable +to get back into the water. Avenant took pity on her, and, gently +lifting her up, restored her to her native element. The carp took a +plunge to refresh herself, then reappearing on the surface she said: +“Thanks, Avenant, for having saved my life. I will do you a good turn if +ever I can.” So saying she dived back into the water, leaving Avenant +greatly surprised at her civility.</p> + +<p>Another time, he saw a crow closely pursued by a large eagle, when, +thinking it would be a shame not<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span> to defend the weak against the strong, +he let fly an arrow that brought the cruel bird of prey to the ground, +while the crow perched upon a tree in great delight, crying: “It was +very generous of you, Avenant, to help a poor crow like me. But I will +prove grateful, and do you a good turn whenever I can.”</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 412px;"> +<img src="images/illus_086.jpg" width="412" height="500" alt="" title="Fair One with Golden Locks" /> +</div> + +<p>Avenant was pleased with the crow's good feelings and continued his +journey; when, some days after, as<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span> he crossed a thick wood, he heard an +owl hooting, as if in great distress. After looking about him on all +sides, Avenant found the poor owl had got entangled in a net. He soon +cut the meshes, and set him free. The owl soared aloft, then, wheeling +back, cried, “Avenant, I was caught, and should have been killed without +your help. But I am grateful, and will do you a good turn when I can.”</p> + +<p>Such were the principal adventures that befel Avenant on his journey. +When, at last, he reached the capital, where resided the Fair One with +Golden Locks, it appeared so magnificent that he thought he should be +lucky indeed if he could persuade her to leave such wonders, to come and +marry the king, his master. He, however, determined to do his best; so, +having put on a brocaded dress, with a richly-embroidered scarf, and +hung round his neck a small basket, containing a beautiful little dog he +had bought on the road, he asked for admittance at the palace gate with +such graceful dignity that the guards all bowed respectfully, and the +attendants ran to announce the arrival of another ambassador, named +Avenant, from the king, her neighbour.</p> + +<p>The princess bid her women fetch the blue bro<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span>caded satin gown, and +dress her hair with fresh wreaths of flowers; and, when her toilet was +completed, she entered her audience chamber, where Avenant was waiting +for her. Though dazzled at the sight of her rare beauty, he nevertheless +delivered an eloquent harangue, which he wound up by entreating the +princess not to give him the pain of returning without her. “Gentle +Avenant,” replied she, “your speech is fair; but you must know, that, a +month ago I let fall into the river a ring that I value above my +kingdom, and I made a vow at the time, that I would never listen to a +marriage proposal from anybody, unless his ambassador recovered my lost +treasure. So you see, were you to talk till doomsday, you could not +shake my determination.”</p> + +<p>Avenant, though surprised and vexed at such an answer, made a low bow, +and requested the princess's acceptance of the dog, the basket, and the +scarf he wore; but she refused his proffered gifts, and bid him consider +of what she had said.</p> + +<p>Avenant went to bed supperless that night; nor could he close his eyes +for a long while, but kept lamenting that the princess required +impossible things to put him off the suit he had undertaken. But his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span> +little dog Cabriole bid him be of good cheer, as fortune would no doubt +favour him; and though Avenant did not much rely on his good luck, he at +length fell asleep from sheer exhaustion.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 426px;"> +<img src="images/illus_089.jpg" width="426" height="500" alt="" title="Fair One with Golden Locks" /> +</div> + +<p>The next morning Cabriole woke up his master who dressed himself and +went to take a walk. His feet insensibly carried him to the river side, +when he heard a voice calling out: “Avenant! Avenant!” He looked about +him, but seeing no one, was proceeding<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span> on his way, when Cabriole, who +was looking at the water, cried: “Why, master, as I'm alive, it is a +golden carp that is hailing you.” Upon which the carp approached, +saying: “You saved my life in the meadow, and I promised to be grateful. +So here is the ring you are seeking for, gentle Avenant.”</p> + +<p>He then hastened to the palace, and, requesting an audience of the +princess, he presented her the ring, and asked whether she had any +objection now to marry his master? On seeing her ring she was greatly +amazed; but, being intent on putting him off once more, she replied: +“Since you are so ready to fulfil my behests, most gracious Avenant, I +pray you do me another service, without which I cannot marry. There +lives not far from hence a giant named Galifron, who has threatened to +ravage my kingdom unless I granted him my hand. But I could not resolve +to marry a monster who is as tall as a tower, who carries cannons in his +pocket to serve for pistols, and whose voice is so loud that people grow +deaf if they approach too near him. He is daily killing and eating my +subjects, and if you want to win my good graces on your master's behalf, +you must bring me the giant's head.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span>”</p> + +<p>Avenant was taken somewhat aback at this proposal; yet, after a few +moments reflection, he said, “Well, madam, I am ready to fight Galifron; +and, though I may not conquer, I can, at least, die the death of a +hero.” The princess, who had never expected Avenant would consent, now +sought to dissuade him from so rash an attempt; but all she could say +proved vain; and, having equipped himself for the fight, he mounted his +horse and departed.</p> + +<p>As he approached Galifron's castle, he found the road strewed with the +bones and carcases of those whom he had devoured or torn to pieces; and +presently the giant emerged from a wood, when, seeing Avenant with his +sword drawn, he ran at him with his iron club, and would have killed him +on the spot, had not a crow come and pecked at his eyes, and made the +blood stream down his face; so that, while he aimed his blows at random, +Avenant plunged his sword up to the hilt into his heart. Avenant then +cut off his head, and the crow perched on a tree, saying: “I have not +forgotten how you saved my life by killing the eagle. I promised to do +you a good turn, and I have kept my word.” “In truth I am greatly +beholden to you, master crow,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span>” quoth Avenant, as he mounted his horse, +and rode off with Galifron's head.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_092.jpg" width="500" height="428" alt="" title="Fair One with Golden Locks" /> +</div> + +<p>When he reached the city, the inhabitants gathered round him, and +accompanied him with loud cheers to the palace. The princess, who had +trembled for his safety, was delighted to see him return. “Now madam,” +said Avenant, “I think you have no excuse left for not marrying my liege +lord.” “Yes, indeed I have,” answered she; “and I shall still refuse him +unless you procure me some water from the fountain of beauty. This water +lies in a grotto, guarded by two dragons. Inside the grotto is a large<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span> +hole full of toads and serpents, by which you descend to a small cellar +containing the spring. Whoever washes her face with this water retains +her beauty, if already beautiful, or becomes beautiful, though ever so +ugly. It makes the young remain young, and the old become young again. +So you see, Avenant, I cannot leave my kingdom without carrying some of +this water away with me.” “Methinks, madam,” observed Avenant, “you are +far too beautiful to need any such water; but, as you seek the death of +your humble servant, I must go and die.”</p> + +<p>Accordingly, Avenant set out with his faithful little dog, and at last +reached a high mountain, from the top of which he perceived a rock as +black as ink, whence issued clouds of smoke. Presently out came a green +and yellow dragon, whose eyes and nostrils were pouring forth fire, and +whose tail had at least a hundred coils. Avenant drew his sword, and +taking out a phial given him by the Fair One with Golden Locks, said to +Cabriole, “I shall never be able to reach the water; so, when I am +killed, fill this phial with my blood, and take it to the princess, that +she may see what she has cost me, and then go and inform the king, my +master, of the fate that has befallen me.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span>” While he was speaking, a +voice called out: “Avenant! Avenant!” and he perceived an owl in the +hollow of a tree, who said: “You freed me from the bird-catcher's net, +and I promised to do you a good turn. So give me your phial, and I will +go and fetch the water of beauty.” And away flew the owl, who, knowing +all the turnings and windings of the grotto, soon returned bearing back +his prize. After thanking the owl most heartily, Avenant lost no time in +going back to the palace, where he presented the bottle to the princess, +who now agreed to set out with him for his master's kingdom.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 409px;"> +<img src="images/illus_095.jpg" width="409" height="500" alt="" title="Fair One with Golden Locks" /> +</div> + +<p>On reaching the capital, the king came forth to meet the Fair One with +Golden Locks, and made her the most sumptuous presents. They were then +married, amid great festivities and rejoicings; but the queen, who loved +Avenant in her heart, could not forbear incessantly reminding the king, +that had it not been for Avenant she would never have come, and that it +was he alone who had procured her the water of beauty that was to +preserve her ever youthful and beautiful. So it happened that some +meddling bodies went and told the king that she preferred Avenant to +himself, when he became so jealous that he ordered<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span> his faithful subject +to be thrown into prison, and fed upon nothing but bread and water. When +the Fair One with Golden Locks heard of his disgrace, she implored the +king to release him, but the more she entreated, the more obstinately +his majesty refused. The king now imagined that his wife perhaps did not +think him handsome enough, so he had a mind to try the effects of +washing his face with the water of beauty. Accordingly, one night he +took the phial from off the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span> mantel-piece in the queen's bed-chamber, +and rubbed his face well before he went to bed. But, unfortunately, a +short time previous the phial had been broken by one of the maids, as +she was dusting, and, to avoid a scolding, she had replaced it by a +phial which she found in the king's cabinet, containing a wash similar +in appearance, but deadly in its effects. The king went to sleep, and +died. Cabriole ran to his master to tell him the news, when Avenant bid +him go and remind the queen of the poor prisoner. So Cabriole slipped in +amongst the crowd of courtiers who had assembled on the king's death, +and whispered to her majesty: “Do not forget poor Avenant.” The queen +then called to mind all he had suffered on her account, and hastening to +the tower, she took off his chains with her own white hands, and +throwing the royal mantle over his shoulders, and placing a gold crown +on his head, she said: “I choose you for my husband, Avenant, and you +shall be king.” Everybody was delighted at her choice, the wedding was +the grandest ever seen, and the Fair One with Golden Locks, and her +faithful Avenant, lived happily to a good old age.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + + <h1>BO-PEEP<br /> + STORY BOOKS.</h1> + + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_097.jpg" width="500" height="454" alt="" title="BO-PEEP STORY BOOKS" /> +</div> + + <h3>OLD MOTHER HUBBARD,<br /> + LITTLE BO-PEEP, &C.,<br /> + THE THREE BEARS,<br /> + LITTLE GOODY TWO-SHOES,<br /> + HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT,<br /> + DEATH OF COCK ROBIN.</h3> + + <p class="center">NEW YORK:<br /> + LEAVITT & ALLEN BROS.,<br /> + No. 8 HOWARD STREET.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h4><a name="Old_Mother_Hubbard" id="Old_Mother_Hubbard"></a>THE STORY</h4> + +<h4>OF</h4> + +<h3>Old Mother Hubbard.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 406px;"> +<img src="images/illus_098.jpg" width="406" height="500" alt="" title="Old Mother Hubbard" /> +</div> + +<h4>Edited by Madame de Chatelain.</h4><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>Old Mother Hubbard.</h2> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Old Mother Hubbard</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Went to the cupboard,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To give her poor dog a bone;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But when she came there</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The cupboard was bare.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And so the poor dog had none.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span></p> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;"> +<img src="images/illus_100.jpg" width="200" height="108" alt="" title="Old Mother Hubbard" /> +</div> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She went to the baker's</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To buy him some bread,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Poor doggy was dead.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span></p> +</div> + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;"> +<img src="images/illus_101.jpg" width="200" height="152" alt="" title="Old Mother Hubbard" /> +</div> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She went to the joiner's</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To buy him a coffin,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The dog was a-laughing</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span></p> +</div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 178px;"> +<img src="images/illus_102.jpg" width="178" height="200" alt="" title="Old Mother Hubbard" /> +</div> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She took a clean dish</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To get him some tripe.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">He was smoking his pipe.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span></p> +</div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 142px;"> +<img src="images/illus_103.jpg" width="142" height="200" alt="" title="Old Mother Hubbard" /> +</div> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She went to the ale-house</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To get him some beer,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And when she came back,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Doggy sat in a chair.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span></p> +</div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 170px;"> +<img src="images/illus_104.jpg" width="170" height="200" alt="" title="Old Mother Hubbard" /> +</div> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She went to the tavern</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">For white wine and red,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The dog stood on his head.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span></p> +</div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 180px;"> +<img src="images/illus_105.jpg" width="180" height="200" alt="" title="Old Mother Hubbard" /> +</div> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She went to the hatter's</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To buy him a hat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">He was feeding the cat.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span></p> +</div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 146px;"> +<img src="images/illus_106.jpg" width="146" height="200" alt="" title="Old Mother Hubbard" /> +</div> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She went to the barber's</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To buy him a wig,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">He was dancing a jig.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></p> +</div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 138px;"> +<img src="images/illus_107.jpg" width="138" height="200" alt="" title="Old Mother Hubbard" /> +</div> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She went to the fruiterer's</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To buy him some fruit,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">He was playing the flute.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span></p> +</div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 210px;"> +<img src="images/illus_108.jpg" width="210" height="250" alt="" title="Old Mother Hubbard" /> +</div> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She went to the tailor's</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To buy him a coat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">He was riding a goat.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span></p> +</div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 158px;"> +<img src="images/illus_109.jpg" width="158" height="200" alt="" title="Old Mother Hubbard" /> +</div> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She went to the cobbler's</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To buy him some shoes,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">He was reading the news.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span></p> +</div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;"> +<img src="images/illus_110.jpg" width="200" height="250" alt="" title="Old Mother Hubbard" /> +</div> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She went to the sempstress</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To buy him some linen,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The dog was a-spinning.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span></p> +</div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 125px;"> +<img src="images/illus_111.jpg" width="125" height="200" alt="" title="Old Mother Hubbard" /> +</div> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She went to the hosier's</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To buy him some hose,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">He was dressed in his clothes.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span></p> +</div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;"> +<img src="images/illus_112.jpg" width="450" height="426" alt="" title="Old Mother Hubbard" /> +</div> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The dame made a curtsey,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The dog made a bow;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The dame said, “Your servant,”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The dog said, “Bow, wow!”</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span></p> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h3><br /><br /><a name="Little_Bo-Peep" id="Little_Bo-Peep"></a>Little Bo-Peep;</h3> + +<h4>AND</h4> + +<h4>OTHER TALES.</h4> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_113.jpg" width="500" height="379" alt="" title="Little Bo-Peep" /> +</div> + +<h4>Edited by Madame de Chatelain.<br /><br /></h4><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>Little Bo-Peep.</h2> + +<div class="cpoem1"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And cannot tell where to find 'em;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Leave them alone, and they'll come home,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And bring their tails behind 'em.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And dreamt she heard them bleating;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When she awoke, she found it a joke,</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">For still they all were fleeting.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Then up she took her little crook,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Determined for to find them;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">For they'd left their tails behind them.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">It happened one day, as Bo-peep did stray</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Unto a meadow hard by;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">There she espied their tails side by side,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">All hung on a tree to dry.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And over the hillocks she raced;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">That each tail should be properly placed.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span></p> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 440px;"> +<img src="images/illus_117.jpg" width="440" height="500" alt="" title="Little Bo-Peep" /> +</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="The_Old_Woman_and_her_Eggs" id="The_Old_Woman_and_her_Eggs"></a>The Old Woman and her Eggs.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_119.jpg" width="500" height="377" alt="" title="The Old Woman and her Eggs" /> +</div> + +<div class="cpoem1"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">There was an old woman, as I've heard tell,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She went to the market her eggs for to sell,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She went to the market, all on a market day,</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And she fell asleep on the king's highway.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">There came a little pedlar, his name it was Stout,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He cut off her petticoats all round about;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He cut off her petticoats up to her knees,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Until her poor knees began for to freeze.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When the little old woman began to awake,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She began to shiver, and she began to shake;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Her knees began to freeze, and she began to cry,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">“Oh lawk! oh mercy on me! this surely can't be I.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">“If it be not I, as I suppose it be,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I have a little dog at home, and he knows me;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">If it be I, he will wag his little tail,</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But if it be not I, he'll bark and he'll rail.”</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Up jumped the little woman, all in the dark,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Up jump'd the little dog, and he began to bark;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The dog began to bark, and she began to cry,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">“O lawk! oh mercy on me! I see it is not I.”</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_119.jpg" width="500" height="377" alt="" title="The Old Woman and her Eggs" /> +</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Old_Mother_Goose" id="Old_Mother_Goose"></a>Old Mother Goose.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_121.jpg" width="500" height="386" alt="" title="Old Mother Goose" /> +</div> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Old Mother Goose, when</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">She wanted to wander,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Would ride through the air</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">On a very fine gander.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Mother Goose had a house</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">'Twas built in a wood,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where an owl at the door</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">For sentinel stood.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">This is her son Jack,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">A plain-looking lad,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He is not very good,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Nor yet very bad.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She sent him to market,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">A live goose he bought;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">“Here, mother,” says he,</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">“It will not go for nought.”</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Jack's goose and her gander</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Grew very fond,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">They'd both eat together,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Or swim in one pond.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Jack found one morning,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">As I have been told,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">His goose had laid him</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">An egg of pure gold.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Jack rode to his mother,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The news for to tell;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She call'd him a good boy,</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And said it was well.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Jack sold his gold egg</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To a rogue of a Jew,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Who cheated him out of</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The half of his due.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Then Jack went a-courting,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">A lady so gay,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">As fair as the lily</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And sweet as the May.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The Jew and the Squire</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Came close at his back,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And began to belabour</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The sides of poor Jack.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">They threw the gold egg</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">In the midst of the sea;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But Jack he jump'd in,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And got it back presently.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The Jew got the goose,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Which he vow'd he would kill,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Resolving at once</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">His pockets to fill.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Jack's mother came in,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And caught the goose soon,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And, mounting its back,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">flew up to the moon.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span></p> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h4><br /><br /><a name="The_Story_of_the_Three_Bears" id="The_Story_of_the_Three_Bears"></a>THE STORY</h4> + +<h4>OF</h4> + +<h3>The Three Bears.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_123.jpg" width="500" height="412" alt="" title="The Three Bears" /> +</div> + +<h4>Edited by Madame de Chatelain.<br /><br /></h4><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>The Story of the Three Bears.</h2> + + +<p>Once upon a time there were Three Bears, who lived together in a house +of their own, in a wood. One of them was a Little, Small, Wee Bear; and +one was a Middle-sized Bear, and the other was a Great, Huge Bear. They +had each a pot for their porridge; a little pot for the Little, Small, +Wee Bear; and a middle-sized pot for the Middle Bear; and a great pot +for the Great, Huge Bear. And they had each a chair to sit in; a little +chair for the Little, Small, Wee Bear; and a middle-sized chair for the +Middle Bear; and a great chair for the Great, Huge Bear. And they had +each a bed to sleep in; a little bed for the Little, Small, Wee Bear; a +middle-sized bed for the Middle Bear; and a great bed for the Great, +Huge Bear.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_129.jpg" width="500" height="468" alt="" title="The Three Bears" /> +</div> + +<p>One day, after they had made the porridge for their breakfast, and +poured it into their porridge-pots, they walked out into the wood while +the porridge was cooling, that they might not burn their mouths by +beginning too soon to eat it. And while they were walking, a little girl +named Silver-hair came to the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span> house. First she looked in at the window, +and then she peeped in at the keyhole; and seeing nobody in the house, +she lifted the latch. The door was not fastened, because the Bears were +good Bears, who did nobody any harm, and never suspected that anybody +would harm them. So little Silver-hair opened the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span> door, and went in; +and well pleased she was when she saw the porridge on the table. If she +had been a good little girl, she would have waited till the Bears came +home, and then, perhaps, they would have asked her to breakfast; for +they were good Bears,—a little rough or so, as the manner of Bears is, +but for all that very good-natured and hospitable.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 384px;"> +<img src="images/illus_131.jpg" width="384" height="500" alt="" title="The Three Bears" /> +</div> + +<p>So first she tasted the porridge of the Great, Huge Bear, and that was +too hot for her. And then she tasted the porridge of the Middle Bear, +and that was too cold for her. And then she went to the porridge of the +Little, Small, Wee Bear, and tasted that; and that was neither too hot +nor too cold, but just right; and she liked it so well, that she ate it +all up.</p> + +<p>Then little Silver-hair sate down in the chair of the Great, Huge Bear, +and that was too hard for her. And then she sate down in the chair of +the Middle Bear, and that was too soft for her. And then she sate down +in the chair of the Little, Small, Wee Bear, and that was neither too +hard nor too soft, but just right. So she seated herself in it, and +there she sate till the bottom of the chair came out, and down came +her's, plump upon the ground.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 406px;"> +<img src="images/illus_133.jpg" width="406" height="500" alt="" title="The Three Bears" /> +</div> + +<p>Then little Silver-hair went up stairs into the bed-chamber in which the +Three Bears slept. And first she lay down upon the bed of the Great, +Huge Bear; but that was too high at the head for her. And next she lay +down upon the bed of the Middle Bear; and that was too high at the foot +for her. And then she lay down upon the bed of the Little, Small, Wee +Bear;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span> and that was neither too high at the head nor at the foot, but +just right. So she covered herself up comfortably, and lay there till +she fell fast asleep.</p> + +<p>By this time the Three Bears thought their porridge would be cool +enough; so they came home to breakfast. Now little Silver-hair had left +the spoon of the Great, Huge Bear standing in his porridge.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p> <big>“Somebody has been at my porridge!”</big></p></div> + +<p>said the Great, Huge Bear, in his great, rough, gruff voice. And when +the Middle Bear looked at his, he saw that the spoon was standing in it +too.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p> “Somebody has been at my porridge!”</p></div> + +<p>said the Middle Bear, in his middle voice.</p> + +<p>Then the Little, Small, Wee Bear looked at his, and there was the spoon +in the porridge-pot, but the porridge was all gone.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>“<i>Somebody has been at my 'porridge, and has eaten it all up!</i>”</p></div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span></p> + +<p>said the Little, Small, Wee Bear, in his little, small wee voice.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 441px;"> +<img src="images/illus_135.jpg" width="441" height="500" alt="" title="The Three Bears" /> +</div> + + +<p>Upon this the Three Bears, seeing that some one had entered their house, +and eaten up the Little, Small, Wee Bear's breakfast, began to look +about them. Now little Silver-hair had not put the hard<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span> cushion +straight when she rose from the chair of the Great, Huge Bear.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p> <big>“Somebody has been sitting in my chair!”</big></p></div> + +<p>said the Great, Huge Bear, in his great, rough, gruff voice.</p> + +<p>And little Silver-hair had squatted down the soft cushion of the Middle +Bear.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p> “Somebody has been sitting in my chair!”</p></div> + +<p>said the Middle Bear, in his middle voice.</p> + +<p>And you know what little Silver-hair had done to the third chair.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>“<i>Somebody has been sitting in my chair, and has sat the bottom of +it out!</i>”</p></div> + +<p>said the Little, Small, Wee Bear, in his little, small wee voice.</p> + +<p>Then the Three Bears thought it necessary that they should make further +search; so they went up<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span> stairs into their bed-chamber. Now little +Silver-hair had pulled the pillow of the Great, Huge Bear out of its +place.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p> <big>“Somebody has been lying in my bed!”</big></p></div> + +<p>said the Great, Huge Bear, in his great, rough, gruff voice.</p> + +<p>And little Silver-hair had pulled the bolster of the Middle Bear out of +its place.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p> “Somebody has been lying in my bed!”</p></div> + +<p>said the Middle Bear, in his middle voice.</p> + +<p>And when the Little, Small, Wee Bear came to look at his bed, there was +the bolster in its place; and the pillow in its place upon the bolster; +and upon the pillow was little Silver-hair's pretty head,—which was not +in its place, for she had no business there.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>“<i>Somebody has been lying in my bed,—and here she is!</i>”</p></div> + +<p>said the Little, Small, Wee Bear, in his little, small, wee voice.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 426px;"> +<img src="images/illus_138.jpg" width="426" height="500" alt="" title="The Three Bears" /> +</div> + +<p>Little Silver-hair had heard in her sleep the great, rough, gruff voice +of the Great, Huge Bear; but she was so fast asleep that it was no more +to her than the roaring of wind, or the rumbling of thunder. And she had +heard the middle voice of the Middle Bear, but it was only as if she had +heard some one speak<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span>ing in a dream. But when she heard the little, +small, wee voice of the Little, Small, Wee Bear, it was so sharp, and so +shrill, that it awakened her at once. Up she started; and when she saw +the Three Bears on one side of the bed, she tumbled out at the other,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span> +and ran to the window. Now the window was open, because the Bears, like +good, tidy Bears, as they were, always opened their bed-chamber window +when they got up in the morning. Out little Silver-hair jumped; and away +she ran into the wood, and the Three Bears never saw anything more of +her.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 403px;"> +<img src="images/illus_139.jpg" width="403" height="500" alt="" title="Little Goody Two-Shoes" /> +</div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span></p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h4><br /><br /><a name="Little_Goody_Two-Shoes" id="Little_Goody_Two-Shoes"></a>THE STORY</h4> + +<h4>OF</h4> + +<h3>Little Goody Two-Shoes.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 401px;"> +<img src="images/illus_141.jpg" width="401" height="500" alt="" title="Little Goody Two-Shoes" /> +</div> + +<h4>Edited by Madame de Chatelain.<br /><br /></h4><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>Little Goody Two-Shoes.</h2> + + +<p>All the world must know that Goody Two-Shoes was not a little girl's +real name. No; her father's name was Meanwell, and he was for many years +a large farmer in the parish where Margery was born; but by the +misfortunes he met with in business, and the wickedness of Sir Timothy +Gripe, and a farmer named Graspall, he was quite ruined.</p> + +<p>Care and discontent shortened the life of little Margery's father. Her +poor mother survived the loss of her husband but a few days, and died of +a broken heart, leaving Margery and her little brother to the wide +world; but, poor woman! it would have melted your heart to have seen how +frequently she raised her head while she lay speechless, to survey with +pitying looks her little orphans, as much as to say: “Do, Tommy,—do, +Margery, come with me.” They cried, poor things, and she sighed away her +soul, and, I hope, is happy.</p> + +<p>It would both have excited your pity and have done your heart good, to +have seen how fond these two little ones were of each other, and how, +hand in hand, they trotted about. They were both very ragged, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span> Tommy +had two shoes, but Margery had but one. They had nothing to support them +but what they picked from the hedges, or got from the poor people, and +they slept every night in a barn. Their relations took no notice of +them: no, they were rich, and ashamed to own such a poor ragged girl as +Margery, and such a dirty curly-pated boy as Tommy.</p> + +<p>Mr. Smith was a very worthy clergyman, who lived in the parish where +little Margery and Tommy were born; and having a relation come to see +him, who was a charitable, good man, he sent for these children to him. +The gentleman ordered little Margery a new pair of shoes, gave Mr. Smith +some money to buy her clothes, and said he would take Tommy, and make +him a little sailor; and, accordingly, had a jacket and trowsers made +for him.</p> + +<p>After some days, the gentleman intended to go to London, and take little +Tommy with him. The parting between these two little children was very +affecting. They both cried, and they kissed each other a hundred times. +At last Tommy wiped off her tears with the end of his jacket, and bid +her cry no more, for that he would come to her again when he returned +from sea.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span></p> + +<p>Nothing could have supported little Margery under the affliction she was +in for the loss of her brother but the pleasure she took in her two +shoes. She ran to Mrs. Smith as soon as they were put on, and stroking +down her ragged apron, cried out: “Two Shoes, Ma'am! see Two Shoes!” And +so she behaved to all the people she met, and by that means obtained the +name of Little Goody Two-Shoes.</p> + +<p>Little Margery saw how good and how wise Mr. Smith was, and concluded +that this was owing to his great learning; therefore she wanted of all +things to learn to read. For this purpose, she used to meet the little +boys and girls as they came from school, borrow their books, and sit +down and read till they returned. By this means she soon got more +learning than any of her playmates, and laid the following plan for +instructing those who were more ignorant than herself. She found that +only twenty-six letters were required to spell all the words; but as +some of these letters are large, and some small, she with her knife cut +out of several pieces of wood ten sets of each. And having got an old +spelling-book, she made her companions set up the words they wanted to +spell.</p> + +<p>The usual manner of spelling, or carrying on the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span> game, as they called +it, was this: suppose the word to be spelt was plum-pudding (and who can +suppose a better?), the children were placed in a circle, and the first +brought the letter p, the next l, the next u, the next m, and so on till +the whole was spelt; and if any one brought a wrong letter, he was to +pay a fine or play no more. This was their play; and every morning she +used to go round to teach the children. I once went her rounds with her, +and was highly diverted.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 433px;"> +<img src="images/illus_145.jpg" width="433" height="500" alt="" title="Little Goody Two-Shoes" /> +</div> + +<p>It was about seven o'clock in the morning, when we<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span> set on this +important business, and the first house we came to was Farmer Wilson's. +Here Margery stopped, and ran up to the door,—tap, tap, tap! “Who's +there?” “Only little Goody Two-Shoes,” answered Margery, “come to teach +Billy.” “Oh, little Goody,” says Mrs. Wilson, with pleasure in her face. +“I am glad to see you! Billy waits you sadly, for he has learned his +lesson.” Then out came the little boy. “How do, Doody Two-Shoes?” says +he, not able to speak plain. Yet this little boy had learned all his +letters; for she threw down the small alphabet mixed together, and he +picked them up, called them by their right names, and put them all in +order. She then threw down the alphabet of capital letters, and he +picked them all up, and having told their names, placed them rightly.</p> + +<p>The next place we came to was Farmer Simpson's. “Bow, wow, wow!” says +the dog at the door. “Sir-rah!” says his Mistress, “why do you bark at +little Two-Shoes? Come in, Madge; here's Sally wants you sadly, she has +learned all her lesson.” “Yes, that's what I have,” replied the little +one, in the country manner; and immediately taking the letters, she set +up these syllables:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span>—</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">ba be bi bo bu</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">da de di do du</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">ma me mi mo mu</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">sa se si so su</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>and gave them their exact sounds as she composed them; after which she +set up many more, and pronounced them likewise.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 381px;"> +<img src="images/illus_147.jpg" width="381" height="500" alt="" title="Little Goody Two-Shoes" /> +</div> + +<p>After this, little Two-Shoes taught Sally to spell words of one +syllable, and she soon set up pear, plum,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span> top, ball, pin, puss, dog, +hog, doe, lamb, sheep, rat, cow, bull, cock, hen, and many more.</p> + +<p>The next place we came to was Gaffer Cook's cottage. Here a number of +poor children were met to learn, and all came round little Margery at +once; who, having pulled out her letters, asked the little boy next to +her what he had for dinner. He answered “Bread.” “Well, then,” says she, +“set up the first letter.” He put up the B, to which, the next added r, +and the next e, the next a, the next d, and it stood thus, Bread.</p> + +<p>“And what had you, Polly Comb, for your dinner?” “Apple-Pie,” answered +the little girl. Upon which the next in turn set up a great A, the two +next a p, each, and so on till the two words Apple and Pie were united, +and stood thus, Apple-Pie. The next had potatoes, the next beef and +turnips, which were spelt, with many others, till the game was finished. +She then set them another task, and after the lessons were done we +returned home.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>Who does not know Lady Ducklington, or who does not know that she was +buried in this parish? Well, I never saw so grand a funeral. All the +country round came to see the burying, and it was late before<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span> it was +over; after which, in the night, or rather very early in the morning, +the bells were heard to jingle in the steeple, which frightened the +people prodigiously. They flocked to Will Dobbins, the clerk, and wanted +him to go and see what it was; but William would not open the door. At +length Mr. Long, the rector, hearing such an uproar in the village, went +to the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span> clerk to know why he did not go into the church, and see who was +there. “I go, sir!” says William; “why, I would be frightened out of my +wits.” “Give me the key of the church,” says Mr. Long. Then he went to +the church, all the people following him. As soon as he had opened the +door, who do you think appeared? Why, little Two-Shoes, who, being +weary, had fallen asleep in one of the pews during the funeral service, +and was shut in all night. She immediately asked Mr. Long's pardon for +the trouble she had given him, and said she should not have rung the +bells, but that she was very cold, and hearing Farmer Boult's man go +whistling by, she was in hopes he would have gone for the key to let her +out.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 381px;"> +<img src="images/illus_149.jpg" width="381" height="500" alt="" title="Little Goody Two-Shoes" /> +</div> + +<p>The people were ashamed to ask little Madge any questions before Mr. +Long, but as soon as he was gone they all got round her to satisfy their +curiosity, and desired she would give them a particular account of all +that she had heard or seen.</p> + +<p>“I went to the church,” said Goody Two-Shoes, “as most of you did last +night, to see the funeral, and being very weary, I sat down in Mr. +Jones's pew, and fell fast asleep. At eleven o'clock I awoke; I started +up, and could not at first tell where I was, but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span> after some time I +recollected the funeral, and soon found that I was shut up in the +church. It was dismally dark, and I could see nothing; but while I was +standing in the pew something jumped upon me behind, and laid, as I +thought, its hands over my shoulders. Then I walked down the church +aisle, when I heard something pit pat, pit pat, pit pat, come after me, +and something touched my hand that seemed as cold as a marble monument. +I could not think what it was, yet I knew it could not hurt me, and +therefore I made myself easy; but being very cold, and the church being +paved with stones, which were very damp, I felt my way as well as I +could to the pulpit, in doing which something rushed by me, and almost +threw me down. At last I found out the pulpit, and having shut the door, +I laid down on the mat and cushion to sleep, when something pulled the +door, as I thought, for admittance, which prevented my going to sleep. +At last it cried: 'Bow, wow, wow!' and I knew it must be Mr. Sanderson's +dog, which had followed me from their house to the church; so I opened +the door and called,' Snip! Snip!' and the dog jumped upon me +immediately. After this, Snip and I lay down together, and had a +comfortable nap; for when<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span> I awoke it was almost light. I then walked up +and down all the aisles of the church to keep myself warm; and then I +went to Lord Ducklington's tomb, and I stood looking at his cold marble +face and his hands clasped together, till hearing Farmer Boult's man go +by, I went to the bells and rung them.”</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>There was in the same parish a Mrs. Williams, who kept a college for +instructing little gentlemen and ladies in the science of A B C, who was +at this time very old and infirm, and wanted to decline this important +trust. This being told to Sir William Dove, he sent for Mrs. Williams, +and desired she would examine little Two-Shoes, and see whether she was +qualified for the office. This was done, and Mrs. Williams made the +following report in her favour: namely, that little Margery was the best +scholar, and had the best head and the best heart of any one she had +examined. All the country had a great opinion of Mrs. Williams, and this +character gave them also a great opinion of Mrs. Margery, for so we must +now call her.</p> + +<p>The room in which Mrs. Margery taught her scholars was very large and +spacious, and as she knew that nature intended children should be always +in action<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span> she placed her different letters of alphabets all round the +school, so that every one was obliged to get up and fetch a letter, for +to spell a word, when it came to their turn; which not only kept them in +health, but fixed the letters firmly in their minds.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 461px;"> +<img src="images/illus_153.jpg" width="461" height="500" alt="" title="Little Goody Two-Shoes" /> +</div> + +<p>One day as Mrs. Margery was going through the next village, she met with +some wicked boys who had taken a young raven, which they were going to +throw at. She wanted to get the poor creature out of their cruel hands, +and therefore gave them a penny for him,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span> and brought him home. She +called him by the name of Ralph, and a fine bird he was.</p> + +<p>Now this bird she taught to speak, to spell, and to read; and as he was +fond of playing with the large letters, the children used to call them +Ralph's Alphabet.</p> + +<p>Some days after she had met with the raven, as she was walking in the +fields, she saw some naughty boys who had taken a pigeon and tied a +string to its legs, in order to let it fly and draw it back again when +they pleased; and by this means they tortured the poor bird with the +hopes of liberty and repeated disappointment. This pigeon she also +bought, and taught him how to spell and read, though not to talk. He was +a very pretty fellow, and she called him Tom. And as the raven Ralph was +fond of the large letters, Tom the pigeon took care of the small ones.</p> + +<p>The neighbours knowing that Mrs. Two-Shoes was very good, as, to be +sure, nobody was better, made her a present of a little skylark. She +thought the lark might be of use to her and her pupils, and tell them +when it was time to get up. “For he that is fond of his bed, and lies +till noon, lives but half his days, the rest being lost in sleep, which +is a kind of death.”</p> + +<p>Some time after this a poor lamb had lost its dam,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span> and the farmer being +about to kill it, she bought it of him, and brought him home with her to +play with the children, and teach them when to go to bed; for it was a +rule with the wise men of that age (and a very good one, let me tell +you) to “Rise with the lark, and lie down with the lamb.” This lamb she +called Will, and a pretty fellow he was.</p> + +<p>No sooner was Tippy, the lark, and Will, the ba-lamb, brought into the +school, than that sensible rogue Ralph, the raven, composed the +following verse, which every good little boy and girl should get by +heart:—</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">“<i>Early to bed, and early to rise,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;"><i>Is the way to be healthy, wealthy, and wise.</i>”</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Soon after this, a present was made to Mrs. Margery of a little dog, +whom she called Jumper. He was always in a good humour, and playing and +jumping about, and therefore he was called Jumper. The place assigned +for Jumper was that of keeping the door, so that he might have been +called the porter of a college, for he would let nobody go out nor any +one come in, without leave of his mistress.</p> + +<p>Billy, the ba-lamb, was a cheerful fellow, and all the children were +fond of him; wherefore Mrs. Two-<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span>Shoes made it a rule that those who +behaved best should have Will home with them at night, to carry their +satchel on his back, and bring it in the morning. Mrs. Margery, as we +have frequently observed, was always doing good, and thought she could +never sufficiently gratify those who had done anything to serve her. +These generous sentiments naturally led her to consult the interest of +her neighbours; and as most of their lands were meadow, and they +depended much on their hay, which had been for many years greatly +damaged by the wet weather, she contrived an instrument to direct them +when to mow their grass with safety, and prevent their hay being +spoiled. They all came to her for advice, and by that means got in their +hay without damage, while most of that in the neighbouring village was +spoiled. This occasioned very great noise in the country, and so greatly +provoked were the people who resided in the other parishes that they +absolutely accused her of being a witch, and sent old Gaffer Goosecap, a +busy fellow in other people's concerns, to find out evidence against +her. The wiseacre happened to come to her school when she was walking +about with the raven on one shoulder, the pigeon on the other, the lark +on her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span> hand, and the lamb and the dog by her side; which indeed made a +droll figure, and so surprised the man, that he cried out: “A witch! a +witch! a witch!”</p> + +<p>Upon this, she laughingly answered: “A conjuror! a conjuror!” and so +they parted. But it did not end thus, for a warrant was issued out +against Mrs. Margery, and she was carried to a meeting of the justices, +whither all the neighbours followed her.</p> + +<p>At the meeting, one of the justices, who knew little of life and less of +the law, behaved very badly, and though nobody was able to prove +anything against her, asked who she could bring to her character. “Who +can you bring <i>against</i> my character, sir,” says she. “There are people +enough who would appear in my defence, were it necessary; but I never +supposed that any one here could be so weak as to believe there was any +such thing as a witch. If I am a witch, this is my charm, and (laying a +barometer upon the table) it is with this,” says she, “that I have +taught my neighbours to know the state of the weather.”</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 369px;"> +<img src="images/illus_158.jpg" width="369" height="500" alt="" title="Little Goody Two-Shoes" /> +</div> + +<p>All the company laughed; and Sir William Dove, who was on the bench, +asked her accusers how they could be such fools as to think there was +any such thing as a witch. And then he gave such an account<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span> of Mrs. +Margery and her virtue, good sense, and prudent behaviour, that the +gentlemen present returned her public thanks for the great service she +had done the country. One gentleman in particular, Sir Charles Jones, +had conceived such a high opinion of her, that he offered her a +considerable sum to take the care of his family, and the education of +his daughter, which, however, she refused but this gentleman sending +for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span> her afterwards, when he had a dangerous fit of illness, she went, +and behaved so prudently in the family and so tenderly to him and his +daughter, that he would not permit her to leave his house, but soon +after made her proposals of marriage. She was truly sensible of the +honour he intended her, but would not consent to be made a lady till he +had provided for his daughter. All things being settled, and the day +fixed, the neighbours came in crowds to see the wedding; for they were +all glad that one who had been such a good little girl, and was become +such a virtuous and good woman, was going to be made a lady. But just as +the clergyman had opened his book, a gentleman richly dressed ran into +the church, and cried: “Stop! stop!” This greatly alarmed the +congregation, and particularly the intended bride and bridegroom, whom +he first accosted, desiring to speak with them apart. After they had +been talking a few moments, the people were greatly surprised to see Sir +Charles stand motionless, and his bride cry and faint away in the +stranger's arms. This seeming grief, however, was only a prelude to a +flood of joy, which immediately succeeded; for you must know that this +gentleman so richly dressed was little Tommy<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span> Meanwell, Mrs. Margery's +brother, who was just come from sea, where he had made a large fortune, +and hearing, as soon as he landed, of his sister's intended wedding, had +ridden post to see that a proper settlement was made on her, which he +thought she was now entitled to, as he himself was able to give her an +ample fortune. They soon returned to the communion-table, and were +married in tears, but they were tears of joy.</p> + +<p>Sir Charles and Lady Jones lived happily for many years. Her ladyship +continued to visit the school in which she had passed so many happy +days, and always gave the prizes to the best scholars with her own +hands. She also gave to the parish several acres of land to be planted +yearly with potatoes, for all the poor who would come and fetch them for +the use of their families; but if any took them to sell, they were +deprived of that privilege ever after. And these roots were planted and +raised from the rent arising from a farm which she had assigned over for +that purpose. In short, she was a mother to the poor, a physician to the +sick, and a friend to those in distress. Her life was the greatest +blessing, and her death the greatest calamity that ever was felt in the +neighbourhood.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h4><br /><br /><a name="The_House_that_Jack_Built" id="The_House_that_Jack_Built"></a>THE STORY</h4> + +<h4>OF</h4> + +<h3>The House that Jack Built.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_161.jpg" width="500" height="410" alt="This is the house that Jack built." title="" /> +<span class="caption"><span class="smcap">This</span> is the house that Jack built.</span> +</div> + +<h4>Edited by Madame de Chatelain.<br /><br /></h4><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h2>The House that Jack Built.</h2> + + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_162.jpg" width="500" height="410" alt="" title="The House that Jack Built." /> +</div> + + +<div class="cpoem1"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">This is the malt,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That lay in the house that Jack built.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span></p> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_163.jpg" width="500" height="409" alt="" title="The House that Jack Built" /> +</div> + + + + +<div class="cpoem1"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">This is the rat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That ate the malt,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That lay in the house that Jack built.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span></p> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_164.jpg" width="500" height="407" alt="" title="The House that Jack Built" /> +</div> + +<div class="cpoem1"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">This is the cat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That kill'd the rat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That ate the malt,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That lay in the house that Jack built.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span></p> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_165.jpg" width="500" height="394" alt="" title="The House that Jack Built" /> +</div> + + +<div class="cpoem1"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">This is the dog,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That worried the cat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That kill'd the rat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That ate the malt,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That lay in the house that Jack built.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span></p> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_166.jpg" width="500" height="387" alt="" title="The House that Jack Built" /> +</div> + + +<div class="cpoem1"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">This is the cow with the crumpled horn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That toss'd the dog,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That worried the cat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That kill'd the rat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That ate the malt,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That lay in the house that Jack built.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span></p> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 421px;"> +<img src="images/illus_167.jpg" width="421" height="500" alt="" title="The House that Jack Built" /> +</div> + +<div class="cpoem1"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">This is the maiden all forlorn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That toss'd the dog,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That worried the cat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That kill'd the rat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That ate the malt,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That lay in the house that Jack built.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span></p> +</div> + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 432px;"> +<img src="images/illus_168.jpg" width="432" height="500" alt="" title="The House that Jack Built" /> +</div> + +<div class="cpoem1"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">This is the man all tatter'd and torn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That toss'd the dog,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That worried the cat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That kill'd the rat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That ate the malt,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That lay in the house that Jack built.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span></p> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 443px;"> +<img src="images/illus_169.jpg" width="443" height="500" alt="" title="The House that Jack Built" /> +</div> + + +<div class="cpoem1"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">This is the priest all shaven and shorn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That married the man all tatter'd and torn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That toss'd the dog,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That worried the cat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That kill'd the rat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That ate the malt,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That lay in the house that Jack built.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span></p> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 455px;"> +<img src="images/illus_170.jpg" width="455" height="500" alt="" title="The House that Jack Built" /> +</div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span></p> + +<div class="cpoem1"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">This is the cock that crow'd in the morn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That married the man all tatter'd and torn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That toss'd the dog,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That worried the cat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That kill'd the rat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That ate the malt,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That lay in the house that Jack built.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span></p> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 389px;"> +<img src="images/illus_172.jpg" width="389" height="500" alt="" title="The House that Jack Built" /> +</div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span></p> + +<div class="cpoem1"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">This is the farmer who sow'd the corn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That kept the cock that crow'd in the morn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That married the man all tatter'd and torn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That toss'd the dog,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That worried the cat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That kill'd the rat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That ate the malt,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That lay in the house that Jack built.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span></p> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/illus_174.jpg" width="400" height="500" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span></p> + +<div class="cpoem1"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">This is the horse, and the hound, and the horn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That belong'd to the farmer who sow'd the corn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That kept the cock that crow'd in the morn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That married the man all tatter'd and torn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That toss'd the dog,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That worried the cat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That kill'd the rat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That ate the malt,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That lay in the house that Jack built.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span></p> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h4><br /><br /><a name="THE_STORY" id="THE_STORY"></a>THE STORY</h4> + +<h4>OF THE</h4> + +<h3>Death & Burial of Cock Robin.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_177.jpg" width="500" height="438" alt="" title="Death &Burial of Cock Robin." /> +</div> + +<h4>Edited by Madame de Chatelain.<br /><br /></h4><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>THE STORY</h3> + +<h4>OF THE</h4> + +<h3>Death and Burial of Cock Robin.</h3> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Who kill'd Cock robin?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I, said the Sparrow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With my bow and arrow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I kill'd Cock Robin.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span></p> +</div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_180.jpg" width="500" height="415" alt="" title="Death and Burial of Cock Robin" /> +</div> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Who saw him die?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I, said the Fly,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With my little eye,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I saw him die.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span></p> +</div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_181.jpg" width="500" height="401" alt="" title="Death and Burial of Cock Robin" /> +</div> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Who caught his blood?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I, said the Fish,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With my little dish,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I caught his blood.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span></p> +</div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_182.jpg" width="500" height="414" alt="" title="Death and Burial of Cock Robin" /> +</div> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Who'll make his shroud?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I, said the Beetle,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With my little needle,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I'll make his shroud.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span></p> +</div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 434px;"> +<img src="images/illus_183.jpg" width="434" height="500" alt="" title="Death and Burial of Cock Robin" /> +</div> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Who'll dig his grave?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I, said the Owl,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With my spade and showl,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I'll dig his grave.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span></p> +</div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_184.jpg" width="500" height="390" alt="" title="Death and Burial of Cock Robin" /> +</div> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Who'll be the parson?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I, said the Rook,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With my little book,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I'll be the parson.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span></p> +</div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_185.jpg" width="500" height="366" alt="" title="Death and Burial of Cock Robin" /> +</div> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Who'll be the clerk?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I, said the Lark,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">If it's not in the dark,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I'll be the clerk.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span></p> +</div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_186.jpg" width="500" height="435" alt="" title="Death and Burial of Cock Robin" /> +</div> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Who'll carry him to the grave?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I, said the Kite,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">If it's not in the night,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I'll carry him to the grave.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span></p> +</div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_187.jpg" width="500" height="446" alt="" title="Death and Burial of Cock Robin" /> +</div> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Who'll carry the link?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I, said the Linnet,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I'll fetch it in a minute,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I'll carry the link.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span></p> +</div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_188.jpg" width="500" height="454" alt="" title="Death and Burial of Cock Robin" /> +</div> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Who'll be chief mourner?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I, said the Dove,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">For I mourn for my love,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I'll be chief mourner.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span></p> +</div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 488px;"> +<img src="images/illus_189.jpg" width="488" height="500" alt="" title="Death and Burial of Cock Robin" /> +</div> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Who'll sing a psalm?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I, said the Thrush,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">As I sit in a bush,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I'll sing a psalm.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span></p> +</div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/illus_190.jpg" width="500" height="421" alt="" title="Death and Burial of Cock Robin" /> +</div> + +<div class="cpoem"> +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Who'll toll the bell?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I, said the Bull,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Because I can pull,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">So, Cock Robin, farewell.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span></p> +</div> +<div class="cpoem"> +<p><br /><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;"><i>All the birds of the air</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>Fell a sighing and sobbing,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;"><i>When they heard the bell toll</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>For poor Cock Robin.</i></span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<div class="trans-note"> +<p class="center">Transcriber's note:</p> + 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Bo-Peep Story Books + +Author: Anonymous + +Editor: Clara de Chatelain + +Release Date: May 13, 2008 [EBook #25461] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BO-PEEP STORY BOOKS *** + + + + +Produced by Marilynda Fraser-Cunliffe and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This +file was made using scans of public domain works in the +International Children's Digital Library.) + + + + + + + + + + BO-PEEP + + STORY BOOKS. + + [Illustration] + + CINDERELLA, + THE PRINCESS ROSETTA, + FAIR ONE AND GOLDEN LOCKS, + BEAUTY AND THE BEAST, + LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD, + THE SLEEPING BEAUTY, + + NEW YORK: + LEAVITT & ALLEN BROS., + No. 8 HOWARD STREET. + + + * * * * * + + +THE STORY + +OF + +=Cinderella; or the Glass Slipper=. + +[Illustration] + +=Edited by Madame de Chatelain.= + + + + +=Cinderella; or, the Glass Slipper.= + + +There once lived a gentleman, who, on becoming a widower, married a most +haughty woman for his second wife. The lady had two daughters by a +former marriage, equally proud and disagreeable as herself, while the +husband had one daughter, of the sweetest temper and most angelic +disposition, who was the complete counterpart of her late mother. No +sooner was the wedding over, than the stepmother began to show her bad +temper. She could not bear her stepdaughter's good qualities, that only +showed up her daughters' unamiable ones still more obviously, and she +accordingly compelled the poor girl to do all the drudgery of the +household. It was she who washed the dishes, and scrubbed down the +stairs, and polished the floors in my lady's chamber, and in those of +the two pert misses, her daughters; and while the latter slept on good +featherbeds in elegant rooms, furnished with full-length +looking-glasses, their sister lay in a wretched garret on an old straw +mattress. Yet the poor thing bore this ill treatment very meekly, and +did not dare complain to her father, who was so besotted to his wife +that he would only have scolded her. + +When her work was done, she used to sit in the chimney corner amongst +the cinders, which had caused the nickname of _Cinderella_ to be given +her by the family; yet, for all her shabby clothes, Cinderella was a +hundred times prettier than her sisters, let them be drest ever so +magnificently. + +It happened that the king's son gave a ball, to which he invited all the +nobility; and, as our two young ladies made a great figure in the world, +they were included in the list of invitations. So they began to be very +busy choosing what head-dress and which gown would be the most becoming. +Here was fresh work for poor Cinderella; for it was she, forsooth, who +was to starch and get up their ruffles, and iron all their fine linen; +and nothing but dress was talked about for days together. "I," said the +eldest, "shall put on my red velvet dress, with my point-lace +trimmings." "And I," said the younger sister, "shall wear my usual +petticoat, but shall set it off with my gold brocaded train and my +circlet of diamonds." They sent for a clever tire-woman to prepare the +double rows of quilling for their caps, and they purchased a quantity of +fashionably cut patches. They called in Cinderella to take her advice, +as she had such good taste, and Cinderella not only advised them well, +but offered to dress their hair, which they were pleased to accept. +While she was thus busied, the sisters said to her, "And pray, +Cinderella, would you like to go to the ball!" "Nay, you are mocking +me," replied the poor girl; "it is not for such as I to go to balls." +"True enough," rejoined they; "folks would laugh to see a Cinderella at +a court ball." + +[Illustration] + +Any other but Cinderella would have drest their hair awry to punish them +for their impertinence, but she was so good natured that she dressed +them most becomingly. The two sisters were so delighted, that they +scarcely ate a morsel for a couple of days. They spent their whole time +before a looking-glass, and they would be laced so tight, to make their +waists as slender as possible, that more than a dozen stay-laces were +broken in the attempt. + +[Illustration] + +The long-wished-for evening came at last, and off they set. Cinderella's +eyes followed them as long as she could, and then she was fain to weep. +Her godmother now appeared, and seeing her in tears inquired what was +the matter. "I wish---I wish," began the poor girl, but tears choked her +utterance. "You wish that you could go to the ball," interrupted her +godmother, who was a fairy. "Indeed I do!" said Cinderella, with a sigh. +"Well, then, if you will be a good girl, you shall go," said her +godmother. "Now fetch me a pumpkin from the garden," added she. +Cinderella flew to gather the finest pumpkin she could find, though she +could not understand how it was to help her to go to the ball. But, her +godmother having scooped it quite hollow, touched it with her wand, when +it was immediately changed into a gilt coach. She then went to the +mousetrap, where she found six live mice, and bidding Cinderella let +them out one by one, she changed each mouse into a fine dapple-grey +horse by a stroke of her wand. She next considered what she should do +for a coachman, when Cinderella proposed to look for a rat in the +rat-trap. "That's a good thought," quoth her godmother, "so go and see." +Sure enough, Cinderella returned with the rat-trap, in which were three +large rats. The fairy chose one who had a tremendous pair of whiskers, +and forthwith changed him into a coachman with the finest moustachios +ever seen. She then said: "Now go into the garden, and bring me six +lizards, which you will find behind the watering-pot." These were no +sooner brought, than they were turned into six footmen, with laced +liveries, who got up behind the coach just as naturally as if they had +done nothing else all their lives. The fairy then said to Cinderella: +"Now here are all the means for going to the ball; are you not pleased?" +"But must I go in these dirty clothes?" said Cinderella, timidly. Her +godmother merely touched her with her wand, and her shabby clothes were +changed to a dress of gold and silver tissue, all ornamented with +precious stones. She next gave her the prettiest pair of glass slippers +ever seen. She now got into the carriage, after having been warned by +her godmother upon no account to prolong her stay beyond midnight, as, +should she remain a moment longer at the ball, her coach would again +become a pumpkin, her horses mice, her footmen lizards, while her +clothes would return to their former shabby condition. Cinderella +promised she would not fail to leave the ball before midnight, and set +off in an ecstacy of delight. The king's son, on being informed that +some great princess, unknown at court, had just arrived, went to hand +her out of her carriage, and brought her into the hall where the company +was assembled. The moment she appeared, all conversation was hushed, +the violins ceased playing, and the dancing stopped short, so great was +the sensation produced by the stranger's beauty. A confused murmur of +admiration fluttered through the crowd, and each was fain to exclaim +"How surpassingly lovely she is!" Even the king, old as he was, could +not forbear admiring her like the rest, and whispered to the queen, that +she was certainly the fairest and comeliest woman he had seen for many a +long day. The ladies were all busy examining her head-dress and her +clothes, in order to get similar ones the very next day, if, indeed, +they could meet with stuffs of such rich patterns, and find workwomen +clever enough to make them up. + +[Illustration] + +After leading her to the place to which her rank seemed to entitle her, +the king's son requested her hand for the next dance, when she displayed +so much grace as to increase the admiration her beauty had raised in the +first instance. An elegant supper was next brought in, but the young +prince was so taken up with gazing at the fair stranger, that he did not +partake of a morsel. Cinderella went and sat by her sisters, sharing +with them the oranges and citrons the prince had offered her, much to +their surprise, as they did not recognise her in the least. + +When Cinderella heard the clock strike three-quarters past eleven, she +made a low curtsey to the whole assembly, and retired in haste. On +reaching home, she found her godmother, and after thanking her for the +treat she had enjoyed, she ventured to express a wish to return to the +ball on the following evening, as the prince had requested her to do. +She was still relating to her godmother all that had happened at court, +when her two sisters knocked at the door. Cinderella went and let them +in, pretending to yawn and stretch herself, and rub her eyes, and +saying: "How late you are!" just as if she was woke up out of a nap, +though, truth to say, she had never felt less disposed to sleep in her +life. "If you had been to the ball," said one of the sisters, "you would +not have thought it late. There came the most beautiful princess ever +seen, who loaded us with polite attentions, and gave us oranges and +citrons." + +Cinderella could scarcely contain her delight, and inquired the name of +the princess. But they replied that nobody knew her name, and that the +king's son was in great trouble about her, and would give the world to +know who she could be. "Is she, then, so very beautiful?" said +Cinderella, smiling. "Lord! how I should like to see her! Oh, do, my +Lady Javotte, lend me the yellow dress you wear every day, that I may go +to the ball and have a peep at this wonderful princess." "A likely +story, indeed!" cried Javotte, tossing her head disdainfully, "that I +should lend my clothes to a dirty Cinderella like you!" Cinderella +expected to be refused, and was not sorry for it, as she would have been +puzzled what to do, had her sister really lent her the dress she begged +to have. + +On the following evening, the sisters again went to the court ball, and +so did Cinderella, drest even more magnificently than before. The king's +son never left her side, and kept paying her the most flattering +attentions. The young lady was nothing loth to listen to him; so it came +to pass that she forgot her godmother's injunctions, and, indeed, lost +her reckoning so completely, that, before she deemed it could be eleven +o'clock, she was startled at hearing the first stroke of midnight. She +rose hastily, and flew away like a startled fawn. The prince attempted +to follow her, but she was too swift for him; only, as she flew she +dropped one of her glass slippers, which he picked up very eagerly. +Cinderella reached home quite out of breath, without either coach or +footmen, and with only her shabby clothes on her back; nothing, in +short, remained of her recent magnificence, save a little glass slipper, +the fellow to the one she had lost. The sentinels at the palace gate +were closely questioned as to whether they had not seen a princess +coming out; but they answered they had seen no one except a shabbily +drest girl, who appeared to be a peasant rather than a young lady. + +[Illustration] + +When the two sisters returned from the ball, Cinderella asked them +whether they had been well entertained; and whether the beautiful lady +was there? They replied, that she was; but that she had run away as soon +as midnight had struck, and so quickly as to drop one of her dainty +glass slippers, which the king's son had picked up, and was looking at +most fondly during the remainder of the ball; indeed, it seemed beyond a +doubt that he was deeply enamoured of the beautiful creature to whom it +belonged. + +They spoke truly enough; for, a few days afterwards, the king's son +caused a proclamation to be made, by sound of trumpet, all over the +kingdom, to the effect that he would marry her whose foot should be +found to fit the slipper exactly. So the slipper was first tried on by +all the princesses; then by all the duchesses; and next by all the +persons belonging to the court: but in vain. It was then carried to the +two sisters, who tried with all their might to force their feet into its +delicate proportions, but with no better success. Cinderella, who was +present, and recognised her slipper, now laughed, and said: "Suppose I +were to try?" Her sisters ridiculed such an idea; but the gentleman who +was appointed to try the slipper, having looked attentively at +Cinderella, and perceived how beautiful she was, said that it was but +fair she should do so, as he had orders to try it on every young maiden +in the kingdom. Accordingly, having requested Cinderella to sit down, +she no sooner put her little foot to the slipper, than she drew it on, +and it fitted like wax. The sisters were quite amazed; but their +astonishment increased ten fold, when Cinderella drew the fellow slipper +out of her pocket, and put it on. Her godmother then made her +appearance; and, having touched Cinderella's clothes with her wand, made +them still more magnificent than those she had previously worn. + +[Illustration] + +Her two sisters now recognised her for the beautiful stranger they had +seen at the ball; and, falling at her feet, implored her forgiveness for +their unworthy treatment, and all the insults they had heaped upon her +head. Cinderella raised them, saying, as she embraced them, that she not +only forgave them with all her heart, but wished for their affection. +She was then taken to the palace of the young prince, in whose eyes she +appeared yet more lovely than before, and who married her shortly after. + +Cinderella, who was as good as she was beautiful, allowed her sisters to +lodge in the palace, and gave them in marriage, that same day, to two +lords belonging to the court. + + + + +THE STORY + +OF + +=Beauty and the Beast=. + +[Illustration] + +=Edited by Madame de Chatelain.= + + + + +=Beauty and the Beast.= + + +There was once a wealthy merchant who had three sons and three +daughters. The latter were extremely pretty, especially the youngest, +who, indeed, was called in childhood the little Beauty,--a nickname that +clung to her ever after, much to the jealous annoyance of her sisters. +Nor did she excel them more in beauty than in goodness. The two eldest +sisters were so proud of their father's fortune that they would not +condescend to herd with other merchants' daughters, but were always +dangling after persons of quality, and frequenting balls and plays, and +laughed at their youngest sister for spending her time in reading +instructive books. As they were known to be rich, many wealthy merchants +offered to marry them; but the two eldest replied, that they could not +think of anybody below a Duke, or at least an Earl, while Beauty +answered, that she thanked them for their good opinion, but that, being +still very young, she wished to remain a few years longer with her +father. + +[Illustration] + +It happened that the merchant was suddenly ruined, and nothing was left +of all his vast property but a small house in the country, whither, he +informed his children, they must now remove. The two eldest replied, +that for their parts they need not leave town, as they had plenty of +lovers who would be too happy to marry them even without a fortune. But +here they were strangely mistaken. Their lovers would not even look upon +them now; and, as they had made themselves odious by their pride, nobody +pitied them for their fall, though every one felt sorry for Beauty. +Indeed, several gentlemen offered to marry her, portionless as she was; +but she told them she could not resolve to abandon her father in his +misfortunes. The family now removed into the country, where the father +and his sons tilled the ground, while Beauty rose daily at four o'clock, +and did all the work in the house. At first this drudgery seemed very +hard, but after a time she grew stronger, and her health improved. When +her work was over she read, played on the harpsichord, or sang as she +sat at her spinning-wheel. As to her two sisters, they were perfectly +helpless, and a burden to themselves. They would rise at ten, and spend +the live-long day fretting for the loss of their fine clothes and gay +parties, and sneer at their sister for her low-born tastes, because she +put up with their unfortunate position so cheerfully. + +The family had spent about a year in their retreat, when the merchant +received a letter, informing him that a ship freighted with goods +belonging to him, that was thought to be lost, had just come into port. +At this unexpected news the two eldest sisters were half wild for joy, +as they now hoped they would soon leave the cottage; and when their +father was about to go and settle his business, they begged him to bring +them back all sorts of dresses and trinkets. When the father perceived +that Beauty did not ask for anything, he inquired what he should bring +her. "Why, since you ask me, dear father," said she, "I should like you +to bring me a rose, as none grow in these parts." Now, it was not that +Beauty particularly cared about his bringing a rose, only she would not +appear to blame her sisters, or to seem superior to them, by saying she +did not wish for anything. The good man set off, but when he reached the +port, he was obliged to go to law about the cargo, and it ended in his +returning as poor as he came. He was within thirty miles of home, when, +on passing by night through a large forest, he was overtaken by a heavy +fall of snow, and, having completely lost his way, he began to be afraid +he should die of hunger and cold, when of a sudden he perceived a light +at the end of a long long avenue of trees, and, on making for that +direction, he reached a splendid palace, where, to his surprise, not a +human being was stirring in any of the court-yards. His horse followed +him, and, seeing a stable-door open, walked in, and here the poor jaded +beast fed heartily on the hay and oats that filled the crib. The +merchant then entered the house, where he still saw nobody, but found a +good fire, and a table ready laid for one person, with the choicest +viands. Being completely drenched, he drew near the fire to dry his +clothes, saying to himself, "I hope the master of the house or his +servants will excuse the liberty I am taking, for no doubt it will not +be long before they make their appearance." He then waited a +considerable while, still no one came, and by the time the clock struck +eleven, he was so exhausted with hunger that he took up a chicken, which +he devoured in two mouthfuls, and in a perfect tremor. He next drank +several glasses of wine, when, taking courage, he left the hall, and +crossed several suites of rooms most magnificently furnished. At last he +found a very nice chamber, and, as it was now past midnight, and he was +excessively tired, he closed the door and went to bed. + +[Illustration] + +The merchant did not wake till ten o'clock on the following morning, +when he was surprised to find a new suit of clothes instead of his own, +which were spoiled. He now concluded the palace belonged to some +beneficent fairy; a notion which was completely confirmed on his looking +out of window, and seeing that the snow had given place to flowery +arbours and the most enchanting gardens. Having returned to the great +hall, where he had supped on the previous night, he saw a small table, +on which stood some chocolate ready for his breakfast. When his meal +was finished, he went to look after his horse, and, as he happened to +pass under a bower of roses, he bethought him of Beauty's request, and +plucked a bunch to take home. No sooner had he done so than he heard a +frightful roar, and saw such a horrible beast stalking up to him that he +was ready to faint with alarm. "You are most ungrateful," cried the +Beast, in a terrific voice. "I saved your life by admitting you into my +palace, and you reward me by stealing my roses, which I love beyond +everything else! You shall pay the forfeit with your life's blood." The +poor merchant threw himself on his knees before the Beast, saying: +"Forgive me, my Lord, I did not know I should offend you by plucking a +rose for one of my daughters, in compliance with her wishes." "I am not +a lord, but a beast," answered the monster; "I hate flattery, and you +will not come over me with any fine speeches; but, as you say you have +daughters, I will forgive you, provided one of them comes willingly to +die in your stead, but swear that, should they refuse, you will return +in three months." The merchant had not the most distant intention of +sacrificing one of his daughters, but wishing to see his children once +more before he died, he swore to return, and the Beast dismissed him, +telling him he need not go empty-handed, but that, if he returned to his +bed-chamber, he would find a large trunk, which he was at liberty to +fill with anything he fancied in the palace, and that it would be sent +after him. Somewhat comforted at the idea of leaving his children +provided for, the merchant returned to his room, where he found a +quantity of gold pieces; and having filled the trunk, he left the palace +in a far sadder mood than he had entered it. On reaching home, he gave +the roses to his daughter, saying: "Take them, Beauty: you little think +how dear they have cost your poor father." And thereupon, he related all +that had befallen him. The two eldest sisters then began to rend the +air with their lamentations, and to upbraid Beauty for being the cause +of their father's death, because, forsooth, she didn't ask for dresses, +as they did, in order to seem wiser than they; and now she had not even +a tear for the mischief she had done. But Beauty replied, it were of +little use to weep, for that she was quite resolved to go, and die in +her father's stead. "No," cried the three brothers, "we will go and seek +this monster, and either he or we shall perish." But the merchant +assured them it was vain to attempt resisting the Beast's all-powerful +will, and that it was their duty to live to protect their sisters, as it +was his to sacrifice the few remaining years he could expect to enjoy. +Meanwhile, the merchant, having forgotten all about the trunk, was much +surprised to find it on retiring to his chamber; but he said nothing +about it for the present to his eldest daughters, as he knew they would +pester him to return to town. + +[Illustration] + +When the day came that Beauty was to set out with her father, the two +heartless sisters rubbed their eyes with an onion to appear as if they +had cried a great deal, while her brothers shed real tears, as well as +the father himself. The horse took the right road of his own accord, +and, on reaching the palace, which was illuminated as before, he went at +once into the stable, while the father and daughter entered the great +hall, where two covers were laid on a table loaded with the most dainty +fare. After supper they heard a tremendous noise. Beauty shuddered on +seeing the Beast enter, and when he inquired whether she had come +willingly, she could not help trembling as she faltered out "Yes." "Then +I am obliged for your kindness," growled the Beast; and, turning to the +father, he added: "As for you--get you gone to-morrow, and never let me +see you here again. Good night, Beauty." "Good night, Beast," answered +she, and then the monster retired. The merchant again fell to entreating +his daughter to leave him, but the next morning she prevailed on him to +set out; which he, perhaps, would not have done, had he not felt a faint +hope that the Beast might, after all, relent. When he was gone, Beauty +could not help shedding some tears; after which she proceeded to examine +the various rooms of the palace, when she was surprised to find written +upon one of the doors, "Beauty's Apartment." She opened it in haste, and +found a magnificently furnished room, and was much struck on seeing an +extensive library, a harpsichord, and music books; for she concluded +that, if she had only a day to live, such amusements would not have been +provided for her. Her surprise increased, on opening one of the books, +and seeing written in golden letters, "_Your wishes and commands shall +be obeyed: you are here the queen over everything_." "Alas!" thought +she, "my wish would be to see what my poor father is now about." No +sooner had she expressed this desire in her own mind, than she saw +depicted in a large looking-glass her father's arrival at home. Her +sisters came out to meet him, and, in spite of their affected sorrow, +it was plain enough that they rejoiced in their hearts at his returning +alone. This vision disappeared a moment afterwards, and Beauty felt +grateful to the Beast for complying with her wishes. At noon she found +dinner ready for her; and she was treated all the while to an excellent +concert, though she saw nobody. At night the Beast came, and asked leave +to sup with her, which of course she could not refuse, though she +trembled from head to foot. Presently he inquired whether she did not +think him very ugly. "Yes," said Beauty, "for I cannot tell a lie; but I +think you very good." The supper passed off pleasantly enough, and +Beauty had half recovered from her alarm, when he suddenly asked her +whether she would marry him. Though afraid of irritating him, she +faltered out: "No, Beast," when he sighed so as to shake the whole +house, and saying: "Good night, Beauty," in a sorrowful tone, left the +room, much to her relief, though she could not help pitying him from her +soul. + +Beauty lived in this manner for three months. The Beast came to supper +every night; and, by degrees, as she grew accustomed to his ugliness, +she esteemed him for his many amiable qualities. The only thing that +pained her was, that he never failed to ask her whether she would marry +him; and when, at last, she told him that she had the greatest +friendship though no love for him, he begged her at least to promise +never to leave him. Now Beauty had seen in her glass, that very morning, +that her father lay sick with grief at her supposed death; and, as her +sisters were married, and her brothers gone for soldiers, she had so +great a wish to go and see him, that she told the Beast she should die +if he refused her leave. "No," said the Beast, "I would much rather your +poor Beast should die of grief for your absence. So you may go." But +Beauty promised to return in a week; and the Beast having informed her +that she need only lay her ring on her toilet table before she went to +bed, when she meant to return, he wished her good night, and retired. + +[Illustration] + +On awaking next morning, Beauty found herself in her father's cottage, +and his delight on seeing her alive soon restored his health. He sent +for her sisters, who presently came accompanied by their husbands, with +whom they lived very unhappily, as one was so vain of his person that he +thought nothing of his wife, and the other so sarcastic that he was +playing off his wit all day long on everybody around him, and most of +all on his lady. The sisters were so jealous on finding Beauty +magnificently dressed, and hearing how kind the Beast was to her, that +they laid a plan for detaining her beyond the time allowed her to stay, +in hopes he would be so angry as to devour her. Accordingly, when the +week was over, they affected such grief at her departure, that Beauty +agreed to a stay another week, though she could not help reproaching +herself for so doing. But on the night of the tenth day, she dreamt she +saw the Beast lying half dead on the grass in the palace garden, and +waking all in tears, she got out of bed, laid her ring on the table, +and then went to bed again, where she soon fell asleep. She was quite +relieved, on waking, to find herself back in the palace, and waited +impatiently till supper time, but nine o'clock struck, and no Beast +appeared. Beauty then seriously feared she had caused his death, and +running into the garden towards the spot she had dreamt of, she saw the +poor Beast lying senseless on the grass. She threw herself upon his body +in despair, when feeling that his heart still beat, she ran to fetch +some water from a neighbouring stream, and threw it into his face. The +Beast opened his eyes saying in a faint voice: "You forgot your +promise, and I determined to starve myself to death; but since you are +come, I shall, at least, die happy." "No! you shall not die, dear +Beast," cried Beauty, "you shall live to be my husband, for I now feel I +really love you." No sooner had she spoken these words, than the palace +was brilliantly illuminated, fireworks were displayed, and a band of +music struck up. The Beast had disappeared, and in his place, a very +handsome prince was at her feet, thanking her for having broken his +enchantment. "But where is my poor Beast?" said Beauty anxiously. "He is +now before you," said the prince. "A wicked fairy condemned me to retain +that uncouth form till some beautiful maid had sufficient goodness to +love me in spite of my ugliness." Beauty, most agreeably surprised, now +helped the prince to rise, and they returned to the palace, where she +found her father. The young pair were then married, and the prince and +his beautiful bride were heartily welcomed by his subjects, who had +mourned his absence, and over whom they reigned happily for many, many +long years. + +[Illustration] + + + + +THE STORY + +OF + +=Princess Rosetta=. + +[Illustration] + +=Edited by Madame de Chatelain.= + + + + +=Princess Rosetta.= + + +There once lived a king and a queen who had two very fine boys. The +queen always invited the fairies, on the birth of her children, to +foretel their fortunes; so when, some years after, a daughter was born, +she again applied to her old friends. The little girl was so beautiful +that the fairies were struck with admiration; but when questioned by the +mother as to the future fate of Princess Rosetta (for such was her +name), they one and all pretended to have left their conjuring-book at +home, and said they would come another time. "Alas!" cried the queen, +"this bodes no good. Yet I do entreat you to tell me the worst." The +more unwilling the fairies seemed to speak, the greater desire the queen +felt to know what was the matter; so at length the principal fairy said: +"We are afraid, Madam, that Rosetta will prove unlucky to her brothers, +and that they will die in some adventure on her account. That is all +that we are able to foresee about your pretty little girl." They then +departed, and left the queen very sad. + +[Illustration] + +Some time after, the queen was told that there was an old hermit, who +lived in the trunk of a tree, in a neighbouring wood, and whom everybody +went to consult. So she went and consulted the hermit, and he answered, +that the best thing would be to shut the princess up in a tower, and +never allow her to go abroad. The queen thanked him, and having made him +a handsome present, came back and told the king what he had said. The +king immediately ordered a high tower to be built, and when it was +finished, he shut the princess up in it, though he went daily to see his +daughter, accompanied by the queen and the two princes, who were +devotedly attached to their sister. By the time the princess was fifteen +years of age the king and queen fell ill and died the same day, to the +great grief of Rosetta and her brothers. The eldest son was now raised +to the throne, when he said to his brother: "It is time we should let +our sister out of the tower in which she has been so long shut up." +Accordingly they crossed the garden, and having entered the tower, +Rosetta came to meet them, and said: "I hope, Sire, now that you are +king, you will let me out of this tower, where I am so tired of being +shut up." And so saying she burst into tears. But the king told her not +to cry, and that she should not only leave the tower, but soon be +married. When Rosetta came down into the garden, she was delighted with +all she saw, and ran about like a child to gather flowers and fruit, +followed by her little dog Fretillon, who was as green as a parrot, and +had long ears, but who danced most admirably. But when the princess +caught sight of a peacock, she thought it the most beautiful creature in +the world, and asked her brothers what it was. On being told that it was +a bird that was occasionally eaten, she replied that it was a sin and a +shame to eat such a beautiful bird, and added, that she would never +marry any one but the king of the peacocks, and then such a sacrilege +should be forbidden. "But, sister," said the king, greatly astonished, +"where on earth can we find the king of the peacocks?" "That is your +look-out," said the young princess; "all I can say is, that no one else +shall become my husband." + +[Illustration] + +The two brothers then led her to the palace, whither she insisted on +having the peacock removed, and put into her chamber. All the ladies of +the court, who had not seen Rosetta, then came to pay their respects to +her, and brought her a variety of presents, which she received with such +infantine grace and pretty gratitude, as to delight everybody. The king +and his brother were thinking, meanwhile, how they should contrive to +find the king of the peacocks. At length they had Rosetta's picture +taken, and a speaking likeness it was, and with this they set off on +their difficult errand, leaving the princess to govern the kingdom +during their absence. + +They at last reached the kingdom of the Cockchafers, and such a buzzing +there was in it, that the king thought he should go deaf or mad. At +length he asked the one who appeared the most rational of the set, where +he could find the king of the peacocks. "Please your majesty," replied +the cockchafer, "his kingdom is thirty thousand miles from hence, and +you have taken the longest road to reach it." "And pray, how can you +know that?" said the king. "Because," rejoined the cockchafer, "you and +we are old acquaintances, for we spend two or three months in your +gardens every year." The king and his brother embraced the cockchafer +for joy, and then they dined together; and after admiring all the +curiosities of the kingdom, where every leaf was worth a guinea, they +continued their journey, till they reached a country where they saw all +the trees were filled with peacocks, who made such a screeching that +they were to be heard at least two leagues off. The king now said to his +brother: "Should the king of the peacocks be himself a peacock, he will +be an odd husband for our sister. What a pity it is she ever imagined +that there existed such a king!" On reaching the capital, however, they +found it inhabited by men and women, who wore dresses made of peacocks' +feathers; and presently they saw the king coming out of his palace, in a +beautiful little golden carriage studded with diamonds, and drawn by +twelve peacocks. He was extremely handsome, and wore his fine, long, +curly flaxen hair flowing on his shoulders, surmounted by a crown of +peacocks' feathers. On perceiving the two strangers he stopped the +carriage, and inquired what had brought them to his kingdom. The king +and prince then said they came from afar to shew him a beautiful +portrait, and accordingly drew forth Rosetta's likeness. The king of the +peacocks after having attentively examined it, declared he could not +believe there really existed so beautiful a maiden in the world. Upon +which the prince informed him that his brother was a king, and that the +original of the portrait was their sister, the princess Rosetta, who was +a hundred times more beautiful than here represented, and that they came +to offer her to him in marriage, with a bushel of golden crowns for her +portion. "I should willingly marry her," replied the king of the +peacocks, "but I must insist upon her being quite as beautiful as the +picture; and, should I find her inferior in the slightest respect, I +will put you both to death." "Agreed!" cried the brothers. "Well, then," +said the king, "you must go to prison till the princess arrives." This +they willingly did, and then wrote off to their sister to come +immediately to marry the king of the peacocks, who was dying of love for +her; but they said nothing about their being shut up, for fear of +alarming her. + +The princess was half wild with joy when she heard the king of the +peacocks was really found, and she lost no time in setting off with her +nurse, her foster-sister, and her little green dog Fretillon, who were +the only companions she chose to take with her. They put to sea in a +vessel loaded with a bushel of golden crowns, and with clothes enough +for ten years, supposing the princess put on two new dresses every day. + +[Illustration] + +During the passage, the nurse kept asking the pilot how near they were +to the kingdom of peacocks; and when at last he told her they would soon +reach its shores, the wicked creature said, that if he would help her to +throw the princess into the sea, as soon as she should be asleep that +night, she could then dress up her daughter in her fine clothes, and +present her to the king of the peacocks for his bride, and that she +would give him gold and diamonds so as to make his fortune. The pilot +thought it a pity to drown such a fair princess; but the nurse having +plied him with wine until he was quite tipsy, he gave his consent, and +when night came, he helped her and her daughter to take up Rosetta, when +she was fast asleep, mattress, feather-bed and all, and flung her into +the sea. Fortunately the bed was stuffed with phoenix's feathers, which +possess the virtue of not sinking, so that it kept floating like a +barge. Still, the waves wetted it by degrees, and Rosetta, feeling +uncomfortable, kept turning about in her sleep, till she woke her little +dog, who lay at the foot of her bed. Fretillon had a very fine scent, +and, as he smelt the soles and the cod, he barked aloud, which in turn +woke the fish, who began to swim about and run foul of the princess's +light craft, that kept twisting about like a whirlpool. + +Meanwhile the wicked nurse had reached the shore, where she and her +daughter found a hundred carriages waiting for them, drawn by a variety +of animals, such as lions, stags, bears, wolves, horses, oxen, eagles, +and peacocks. The coach intended for Princess Rosetta was drawn by six +blue monkeys, caparisoned with crimson velvet. The nurse had drest up +her daughter in the finest gown she could find, and loaded her head with +diamonds; in spite of which, she appeared so frightful, with her +squinting eyes, oily black hair, crooked legs, and humped shoulder, that +the persons sent by the king of the peacocks to receive her, were +struck with amazement at the sight of her. Being as cross as she was +ill-favoured, she asked them tartly whether they were all asleep, and +why they did not bring her something to eat; and then, distributing her +blows pretty freely, she threatened to have them all hung if they did +not shew a little more alacrity in doing her bidding. As she passed +along in state, the peacocks perched on the trees cried out, "Fie! what +an ugly creature!" which enraged her so that she ordered her guards to +go and kill all the peacocks; but they flew away and only laughed at her +the more. When the pilot heard and saw all this, he whispered to the +nurse: "We are in the wrong box, mistress;" but she bid him hold his +peace. + +[Illustration] + +When the king came forth to meet her, accompanied by all his nobles, his +peacocks, and the foreign ambassadors staying at his court, preceded by +Rosetta's portrait at the end of a long pole, he was ready to die with +rage and vexation on seeing such a fright; and, without more ado, he +ordered her to be shut up, together with the nurse and the pilot, in the +tower prison. His rage next fell upon the two princes, whom he accused +of making game of him; and they were much surprised when, instead of +being released on their sister's arrival, they were transferred to a +horrible dungeon, where they remained up to their necks in water for +three days. At the end of that time, the king of the peacocks came and +insulted them through a loop-hole, and told them they were a couple of +adventurers, whom he would have hung; upon which, the elder prisoner +replied indignantly, that he was as good a king as himself, and that he +might some day repent his insolent behaviour. Seeing him so firm, the +king of the peacocks had almost a mind to release them at once, and send +them away with their sister, but one of his courtiers persuaded him that +his dignity required he should punish the strangers; so he had them +tried, and they were condemned to be executed for having told a +falsehood, and promising the king a beautiful bride, who had turned out +a horrible fright. When they heard this sentence, they protested so +vehemently that there must be some misunderstanding, which time would +clear up, that they obtained a week's respite. Meanwhile, the poor +princess, who was greatly surprised on waking to find herself in the +middle of the sea, began to weep bitterly, and fancied she had been cast +into the waves by order of the king of the peacocks. After being tossed +about for a couple of days, during which she would have died of hunger +had she not chanced to pass near a bed of oysters, Fretillon's incessant +barking attracted the notice of a good old man, who lived in a solitary +hut on the shore. Thinking some travellers had lost their way, he came +out to help them, when he was much surprised on beholding the princess +in her water bed, calling out to him to save her life. The old man ran +back to fetch a grapple, and towed the bed ashore with some difficulty, +and the princess having wrapt herself in the counterpane, followed him +to his cottage, where he lit a fire, and gave her some clothes that once +belonged to his late wife. Seeing that she must be a lady of high +degree, by the richness of the bed-clothes, which were of satin, +embroidered with gold and silver, the old man questioned her, and having +learnt her story, he offered to go and inform the king of her arrival, +reminding her that she would not have proper fare in his poor house. +But Rosetta would not hear of such a thing, and preferred borrowing a +basket, which she fastened to Fretillon's neck, saying, "Go and fetch me +pot-luck from the best kitchen in the town." Fretillon set off; and, as +there was no better than the king's, he stole all that was in the pot, +and came back to his mistress. She then sent him back to the pantry to +fetch bread, wine, and fruit. Now, when the king of the peacocks wanted +to dine, there was nothing left, either in the pot or the pantry, so he +was in a great rage, and he ordered some joints to be roasted, that he +might, at least, make a good supper. But when evening came, the princess +sent Fretillon to fetch some joints from the best kitchen, and the +little dog again went to the palace, and, whipping the joints off the +spit while the cook's back was turned, he filled his basket and returned +home. The king having missed his dinner, wished to sup earlier than +usual, when again nothing was to be had, and he went to bed in a perfect +fury. The same thing happened the next day, both at dinner and at +supper, so that for three days the king never tasted a morsel; and this +might have gone on much longer had not a courtier concealed himself in +the kitchen, and discovered the four-footed thief, and followed him to +the cottage. The king immediately ordered the inmates of the cottage and +the dog to be taken into custody, and determined they should be put to +death with the two strangers, whose respite was to expire on the morrow. +He then entered the hall of justice to judge the culprits. The old man +knelt before him, and told him Rosetta's whole story; and when the king +cast his eyes upon her, and saw how beautiful she was, he jumped for +joy, and untied the cords that bound her. Meantime the two princes were +sent for, together with the nurse and her daughter; and when they had +all met, Rosetta fell on her brothers' necks, while the guilty nurse and +her daughter, and the pilot, knelt down to implore forgiveness. The king +was so delighted that he pardoned them, and rewarded the old man +handsomely, and insisted on his remaining in his palace. The king of the +peacocks next did all he could to make up for the ill-usage the king and +the prince had suffered. The nurse returned the bushel of golden crowns +and Rosetta's fine clothes; and the wedding rejoicings lasted a whole +fortnight. So everybody was satisfied, not forgetting Fretillon, who was +fed with all sorts of dainties for the rest of his life. + +[Illustration] + + + + +THE STORY + +OF + +=Little Red Riding Hood=. + +[Illustration] + +=Edited by Madame de Chatelain.= + + + + +=Little Red Riding Hood.= + + +In a retired and pleasant village there once lived a little girl, who +was one of the prettiest children ever seen. Her mother loved her to +excess, and as to her grandmother, she was doatingly fond of her, and +looked upon her as the delight of her eyes, and the comfort of her +declining years. The good old dame had a little hood of scarlet velvet +made for her darling, which became her so daintily, that for miles round +she had been nicknamed Little Red Riding Hood. + +[Illustration] + +One day, when her mother had baked a batch of cakes, she said to Little +Red Riding Hood: "I hear your poor grandam has been ailing, so, prithee, +go and see if she be any better, and take her this cake and a little pot +of butter." Little Red Riding Hood, who was a willing child, and always +ready to be useful, put the things into a basket, and immediately set +off for the village where her grandmother lived, which lay on the other +side of a thick wood. As she reached the outskirts of the forest, she +met a wolf, who would have liked vastly to have devoured her at once, +had there not been some woodcutters near at hand, whom he feared might +kill him in turn. So he sidled up to the little girl, and said, in as +winning a tone as he could assume: "Good morning, Little Red Riding +Hood." "Good morning, Master Wolf," answered she, who had no idea of +being afraid of so civil spoken an animal. "And pray where may you be +going so early?" quoth the wolf. "I am going to my grandmother's," +replied Little Red Riding Hood, who thought there could be no harm in +telling him. "And what are you carrying in your basket, my pretty +little maid?" continued the wolf, sniffing its contents. "Why, a cake +and a pot of butter," answered simple Little Red Riding Hood, "because +grandmother has been ill." "And where does poor grandmamma live?" +inquired the wolf, in a tone of great interest. "Down beyond the mill, +on the other side of the wood," said she. "Well," cried the wolf, "I +don't mind if I go and see her too. So I'll take this road, and do you +go through the wood, and we'll see which of us shall be there first." + +Now, the wily wolf knew well enough that he would be the winner in such +a race. For, letting alone his four feet against poor Little Red Riding +Hood's two, he could dash through the underwood, and swim across a pond, +that would bring him by a very short cut to the old grandam's cottage, +while he shrewdly guessed that the little girl would stop to gather +strawberries, or to make up a posy, as she loitered along the pleasanter +but more roundabout path through the wood. And sure enough the wolf, who +cared neither for strawberries nor for flowers, made such good speed +that he had presently reached the grandmother's cottage. Thump, thump, +went the wolf against the door. "Who is there?" cried the grandam from +within. "Only your grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood," cried the wolf, +imitating the little girl's shrill infantine voice as best he might. "I +have come to bring you a cake and a pot of butter that mother sends +you." The grandmother, being ill, was in bed, so she called out: "Lift +the latch, and the bolt will fall." The wolf did so, and in he went, +and, without saying a word more, he fell upon the poor old creature, and +ate her up in no time, for he had not tasted food for the last three +days. He next shut the door, and, putting on the grandam's nightcap and +nightgown, he got into bed, drew the curtain, and buried his head in the +pillow, and kept laughing in his sleeve at the trick he meant to put +upon poor Little Red Riding Hood, and wondering how long she would be +before she came. + +Meanwhile Little Red Riding Hood rambled through the wood with +child-like glee, stopping every now and then to listen to the birds that +were singing so sweetly on the green boughs, and picking strawberries, +which she knew her grandam loved to eat with cream, till she had nearly +filled her basket; nor had she neglected to gather all the pretty +flowers, red, blue, white, or yellow, that hid their sweet little heads +amidst the moss; and of these her apron was at last so full, that she +sat down under a tree to sort them and wind them into a wreath. + +[Illustration] + +While she was thus occupied, a wasp came buzzing along, and, delighted +at finding so many flowers without the trouble of searching for them, he +began to drink up their honey very voraciously. Little Red Riding Hood +knew well the difference of a wasp and a bee--how lazy the one, and how +industrious the other--yet, as they are all God's creatures, she +wouldn't kill it, and only said: "Take as much honey as you like, poor +wasp, only do not sting me." The wasp buzzed louder, as if to thank her +for her kindness, and, when he had sipped his fill, flew away. +Presently, a little tom-tit, who had been hopping about on a bough +opposite, darted down on the basket, and pecked at one of the +strawberries. "Eat as much as you like, pretty tom-tit," said Little Red +Riding Hood: "there will still be plenty left for grandam and for me." +The tom-tit replied, "Tweat--tweat," in his own eloquent language; and, +after gobbling up at least three strawberries, flew away, and was soon +out of sight. Little Red Riding Hood now bethought her it was time to go +on; so, putting her wreath into her basket, she tripped along demurely +enough till she came to a brook, where she saw an aged crone, almost +bent double, seeking for something along the bank. "What are you looking +for, goody?" said the little girl. "For water-cresses, my pretty maid," +mumbled the poor old woman; "and a sorry trade it is, that does not +earn me half enough bread to eat." Little Red Riding Hood thought it +very hard the poor old creature should work and be hungry too, so she +drew from her pocket a large piece of bread, which her mother had given +her to eat by the way, and said: "Sit down, goody, and eat this, and I +will gather your water-cresses for you." The old woman willingly +accepted the offer, and sat down on a knoll, while Little Red Riding +Hood set to work in good earnest, and had presently filled her basket +with water-cresses. When her task was finished, the old crone rose up +briskly, and, patting the little maid's head, said, in quite a different +voice "Thank you, my pretty Little Red Riding Hood and now, if you +happen to meet the green huntsman as you go along, pray give him my +respects, and tell him there is game in the wind." Little Red Riding +Hood promised to do so, and walked on; but presently she looked back to +see how the old woman was getting along, but, look as sharp as she +might, she could see no trace of her, nor of her water-cresses. She +seemed to have vanished clean out of sight. "It is very odd," thought +Little Red Riding Hood to herself, "for surely I can walk faster than +she." Then she kept looking about her, and prying into all the bushes, +to see for the green huntsman, whom she had never heard of before, and +wondered why the old woman had given her such a message. At last, just +as she was passing by a pool of stagnant water, so green that you would +have taken it for grass, and have walked into it, as Little Red Riding +Hood, who had never seen it before, though she had gone that same way +often enough, had nearly done, she perceived a huntsman clad in green +from top to toe, standing on the bank, apparently watching the flight of +some birds that were wheeling above his head. "Good morning, Master +Huntsman," said Little Red Riding Hood; "the old water-cress woman sends +her service to you, and says there is game in the wind." The huntsman +nodded assent, and bent his ear to the ground to listen, and then drew +out an arrow tipped with a green feather, and strung his bow, without +taking any further notice of Little Red Riding Flood, who trudged +onwards, wondering what it all meant. + +[Illustration] + +Presently the little girl reached her grandmother's well-known cottage, +and knocked at the door. "Who is there?" cried the wolf, forgetting to +disguise his voice. Little Red Riding Hood was somewhat startled at +first; then thinking her grandam had a bad cold that made her very +hoarse, she answered, "It is your grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood, +who has brought you a cake and a little pot of butter, which mother +sends you." The wolf then softened his voice a little, as he replied: +"Lift the latch, and the bolt will fall." Little Red Riding Hood did as +she was told, and then entered the cottage. The wolf then hid his head +under the bed-clothes, and said: "Put the cake and the pot of butter on +the shelf, my dear, and then come and help me to rise." Little Red +Riding Hood set down her basket, and then went and drew back the +curtain, when she was much surprised to see how oddly her grandmother +looked in her night-clothes. "Dear me! grandmamma," said the little +girl, "what long arms you have got!" "The better to hug you, my child," +answered the wolf. + +[Illustration] + +"But, grandmamma, what long ears you have got!" persisted Little Red +Riding Hood. + +"The better to listen to you, my child," replied the wolf. + +"But, grandmamma, what large eyes you have got!" continued the little +girl. + +"The better to see you, my child," said the wolf. + +"But, grandmamma, what terrible large teeth you have got!" cried Little +Red Riding Hood, who now began to be frightened. + +"The better to eat you up," exclaimed the wolf, who was just about to +make a spring at the poor little girl, when a wasp, who had followed her +into the cottage, stung the wolf in his nostril, and made him sneeze +aloud, which gave the signal to a tom-tit perched on a branch near the +open casement, who called out "Tweat--tweat," which warned the green +huntsman, who accordingly let fly his arrow, that struck the wolf right +through the ear and killed him on the spot. + +Little Red Riding Hood was too frightened, even after the wolf had +fallen back dead, that she bounced out of the cottage, and, shutting the +door, darted into the forest like a frightened hare, and ran till she +was out of breath, when she dropped down quite exhausted under a tree. +Here she discovered that she had mistaken the road, when, to her great +relief, she espied her old friend the water-cress woman, at some +distance; and, feeling sure she could soon overtake the aged dame, she +again set off, calling out to her every now and then to stop. The old +crone, however, seemed too deaf to hear; and it was not till they had +reached the skirts of the forest that she turned round, when, to Little +Red Riding Hood's surprise, she perceived a young and beautiful being in +place of the decrepit creature she thought she was following. "Little +Red Riding Hood," said the fairy, for such she was, "your goodness of +heart has saved you from a great danger. Had you not helped the poor old +water-cress woman, she would not have sent word to the green huntsman, +who is generally invisible to mortal eyes, to save you. Had you killed +the wasp, or driven away the tom-tit, the former could not have stung +the wolf's nostril and made him sneeze, nor the latter have given the +huntsman the signal to fly his shaft. In future, no wild beast shall +ever harm you, and the fairy folks will always be your friends." So +saying, the fairy vanished, and Little Red Riding Hood hastened home to +tell her mother all that had befallen her; nor did she forget that night +to thank Heaven fervently for having delivered her from the jaws of the +wolf. + +[Illustration] + + + + +THE STORY + +OF THE + +=Sleeping Beauty in the Wood=. + +[Illustration] + +=Edited by Madame de Chatelain.= + + + + +=The Sleeping Beauty in the Wood.= + + +There once lived a king and queen, who had been married many years +without having any children, which was a subject of great sorrow to +them. So when at length it pleased Heaven to send them a daughter, there +was no end to the rejoicings that were made all over the kingdom, nor +was there ever so grand a christening seen before. All the fairies in +the land were invited to stand godmothers to the little princess, in the +hope that each would endow her with some gift, as was customary in those +days; by which means she would be adorned with every perfection and +accomplishment that could be devised. + +When the christening was over, the company returned to the king's +palace, where a banquet was prepared for the fairies, seven in number, +who had graced the ceremony with their presence. Before each fairy was +laid a splendid cover, with a case of massive gold containing a knife, a +fork, and a spoon of the purest gold, ornamented with diamonds and +rubies. Just as they were going to sit down, in came an aged fairy who +had not been invited, because, having remained shut up in a tower for +more than fifty years, she was supposed to be either dead or under the +influence of some spell. The king immediately ordered a cover to be laid +for her, but he could not give her a golden case like the others, as +only seven had been made, for the seven fairies. The old crone +consequently thought herself treated with disrespect, and muttered +sundry threats betwixt her teeth, which happened to be overheard by one +of the young fairies, who, fearing she might bestow some fatal gift on +the baby princess, had no sooner risen from table than she went and +concealed herself behind the tapestry-hangings, in order that she might +speak the last, and be able to neutralize, if possible, any mischief the +ill-natured hag might intend doing. + +The fairies now began to bestow their gifts. The youngest endowed her +with surpassing beauty; another gave her wit; a third imparted grace; a +fourth promised that she should dance to perfection; a fifth, that she +should sing like a nightingale; and the sixth, that she should play on +all sorts of instruments in the most exquisite manner. It was now the +old fairy's turn to speak; when, coming forward, with her head shaking +from spite still more than from age, she declared the princess would +prick her hand with a spindle, and die of the wound. + +[Illustration] + +This terrible sentence fell like a damp upon all the company, and there +was no one present but what shed tears. But just then the young fairy +came out from behind the tapestry-hangings, and said aloud: "Be +comforted, O king and queen: your daughter shall not die of the wound. +For although I have not the power to undo completely the mischief worked +by an older fairy, and though I cannot prevent the princess from +pricking her hand with a spindle, yet, instead of dying, she shall only +fall into a sleep, that will last a hundred years, at the end of which a +king's son will come and wake her." + +Notwithstanding the fairy's words, the king, in hopes of averting such a +misfortune altogether, published an edict forbidding any person to make +use of spindles, or even to keep them in their house, under pain of +death. + +Some fifteen or sixteen years afterwards, it happened that the king and +queen went to visit one of their summer palaces; when the young +princess, running one morning all over the rooms, in the frolicsome +spirits of youth, at length climbed up one of the turrets, and reached a +little garret, where she found an old woman busy spinning with a +distaff. The poor soul had never even heard of the king's edict, and did +not dream that she was committing high treason by using a spindle. + +"What are you doing, goody?" cried the princess. "I am spinning, my +pretty dear," replied the old woman, little thinking she was speaking to +a princess. "Oh! how amusing it must be," cried the princess, "I should +so like to try! Pray show me how to set about it." But no sooner had she +taken hold of the spindle, than, being somewhat hasty and careless, and +likewise because the fairies had ordered it to come to pass, she pricked +her hand, and fell down in a dead faint. + +[Illustration] + +The good old woman becoming alarmed, called aloud for help, and a +number of attendants flocked round the princess, bathed her temples with +water, unlaced her stays, and rubbed the palms of her hands, but all to +no purpose. The king, who had come up stairs on hearing the noise they +made, now recollected what the fairies had foretold, and seeing there +was no help for it, ordered the princess to be laid on a bed, +embroidered in gold and silver, in the most magnificent room in the +palace. She looked as lovely as an angel, while thus lying in state, +though not dead, for the roses of her complexion and the coral of her +lips were unimpaired; and though her eyes remained closed, her gentle +breathing showed she was only slumbering. The king ordered her to be +left quite quiet, until the time should come when she was to awake. The +good fairy who had saved her life, by condemning her to sleep for a +hundred years, was in the kingdom of Mataquin, some twelve thousand +miles off, when the accident occurred; but, having quickly heard the +news through a little dwarf, who possessed a pair of seven-league boots, +she lost no time in coming to see her royal friends, and presently +arrived at the palace in a fiery chariot drawn by dragons. The king went +to hand her out of the carriage. She approved of all he had done; but, +being extremely prudent, she foresaw that when the princess would come +to wake she would be puzzled what to do on finding herself all alone in +a large palace, and therefore adopted the following expedient. She +touched with her wand all the ladies in waiting, maids of honour, +ladies' maids, gentlemen, officers, stewards, cooks, scullions, running +footmen, guards, porters, pages, valets, in short, every human being in +the palace, except their two majesties; she next went into the stables, +and touched all the horses, with their grooms, the large dogs in the +court-yard, and, lastly, the princess's little lapdog, that lay beside +her on the bed. No sooner had she done so, than one and all fell into a +sound sleep that was to last till their mistress should wake, in order +to be ready to attend her the moment she would require their services. +Even the spits before the fire, that were roasting some savoury +partridges and pheasants, seemed in a manner to fall asleep, as well as +the fire itself. And all this was but the work of a moment, fairies +being never very long doing their spiriting. + +[Illustration] + +The king and queen, after having kissed their beloved child, without +waking her, left the palace, and published a decree forbidding any one +to approach the spot. But this proved quite a needless precaution, for +in a quarter of an hour's time there sprung up all around the park such +a quantity of trees, both great and small, and so thick a tangle of +briars and brambles, that neither man nor beast could have found means +to pass through them; in short, nothing but the topmost turrets of the +castle could be seen, and these were only discernible at a distance. So +that it seemed the fairy was determined the princess's slumber should +not be disturbed by idle curiosity. + +At the end of one hundred years, the son of the king who then reigned +over the land, and who did not belong to the same family as the sleeping +princess, happened to go a hunting one day in that neighbourhood, and, +catching a glimpse of the turrets peeping above a thick wood, inquired +what building it was that he saw. Every one answered according to what +they had heard. Some said it was an old castle, that was haunted; +others, that it was a place of meeting for all the witches in the land; +while the most prevailing opinion was, that it belonged to an ogre, who +was in the habit of stealing little children, and carrying them home to +eat them unmolested, and nobody could follow him, since he alone had the +power of penetrating through the thicket. The prince did not know what +to make of all these different accounts, when an old peasant said to +him: "Please your royal highness, it is now above fifty years since I +heard my father tell that the most beautiful princess ever seen was +concealed in this palace, where she was condemned to sleep for a hundred +years, at the end of which she was to be awakened by a king's son, whose +bride she was destined to become." + +On hearing this, the young prince's fancy was so inflamed with the hope +of being himself the hero destined to end the enchantment, that he +immediately determined to ascertain how far the legend might prove true. +No sooner did he reach the wood, than the large trees, as well as the +briars and brambles, opened a passage for him of their own accord. He +now advanced towards the castle, which he could perceive at the end of a +long avenue, but, to his surprise, he found that none of his attendants +had been able to follow him, the trees having closed upon them the +moment he had passed through. Nevertheless, he proceeded on his way +without the least concern, for a young prince who begins to feel himself +in love must needs be brave. So he entered the outer court-yard, where +he witnessed a sight that might have appalled one less resolute than +himself. The image of death was everywhere present. The bodies of men +and animals lay strewn about, apparently lifeless, and the silence was +truly awful. Still, he soon perceived, by the rubicund noses and jolly +faces of the porters, that they were only asleep; while their goblets, +still retaining a few drops of wine, proved beyond a doubt that sleep +had surprised them in the midst of a drunken bout. He then passed +through a large court, paved with marble, and entered the guard-room, +where he found a double row of soldiers shouldering their carbines, and +snoring loudly. He next crossed through several rooms, full of ladies +and gentlemen in waiting, some standing and some sitting, but all fast +asleep; and at length entered a gilt chamber, where, upon a magnificent +bed, the curtains of which were drawn back, he saw reclining a princess, +apparently about sixteen, and of the most resplendent beauty that had +ever met his sight. He felt impressed with such admiration for her +loveliness that he could not refrain from bending his knee before her. + +[Illustration] + +Just at that moment the period of the enchantment came to a close, the +princess awoke, and, looking at him with more fondness than a first +interview would seem to warrant, she exclaimed: "Is it you, dear prince? +How long I've been waiting for you!" The prince was so charmed by these +words, and the manner in which they were uttered, that, feeling quite at +a loss how to express his gratitude and delight, he could only assure +the fair sleeper that he loved her far better than he did himself. But +though he did not make any set speeches, his conversation was only the +more acceptable to the princess, who, on her part, was much less timid +and awkward than her lover, which is not to be wondered at, as we may +fairly conclude that she had had ample time--namely, a century--to +consider what she should say to him, for it is not to be supposed but +what the good fairy gave her agreeable dreams during her long slumber. +However that may be, they now talked for about four hours, without +having said half of what they had to say to each other. + +All the inmates of the palace having awoke at the same time as the +princess, each began to discharge the duties of his or her office; and, +as they were not all in love, like their mistress, they felt very +hungry. The lady in waiting, out of all patience, at length told the +princess that supper was ready. The prince then gave her his hand to +help her to rise, for she was ready dressed in the most magnificent +clothes, though he took care not to observe that they were cut on the +pattern of those of his grandmother, and that she wore a ruff, which was +not now in fashion, but she looked quite as beautiful as if her dress +had been more modern. + +They then went into the hall of looking-glasses, where they supped to +the sound of music, which was well executed by an orchestra of violins +and hautboys although the tunes they played were at least a century out +of date. After supper, the chaplain united the happy pair, and the next +day they left the old castle and returned to court, where the king was +delighted to welcome back the prince and his lovely bride, who was +thenceforward nicknamed, both by her contemporaries and by the +chroniclers who handed down the legend, the Sleeping Beauty in the Wood. + +[Illustration] + + + + +THE STORY + +OF THE + +=Fair One with Golden Locks=. + +[Illustration] + +=Edited by Madame de Chatelain.= + + + + +=The Fair One With Golden Locks.= + + +There was once a princess who had such a beautiful head of hair, +streaming down in curls to her feet, and brilliant as a sunbeam, that +she was universally called the Fair One with Golden Locks. A +neighbouring king, having heard a great deal of her beauty, fell in love +with her upon hearsay, and sent an ambassador with a magnificent suite +to ask her in marriage, bidding him be sure and not fail to bring the +princess home with him. The ambassador did his best to fulfil the king's +commands, and made as fair a speech as he could to persuade the lady; +but, either she was not in a good temper that day, or his eloquence +failed to move her, for she answered, that she thanked the king, but had +no mind to marry. So the ambassador returned home with all the presents +he had brought, as the princess would not accept anything of a suitor +whom she refused, much to the grief of the king, who had made the most +splendid preparations to receive her, never doubting but what she would +come. + +[Illustration] + +Now there happened to be at court a very handsome young man, named +Avenant, who observed, that had he been sent to the Fair One with Golden +Locks, he would certainly have persuaded her to come; whereupon some +ill-natured persons, who were jealous of the favour he enjoyed, repeated +his words to the king, as though he had meant to boast that, being +handsomer than his majesty, the princess would certainly have followed +him. This threw the king into such a rage, that he ordered poor Avenant +to be thrown into a dungeon, where he had nothing but straw to lie upon, +and where he would have died of exhaustion had it not been for a little +spring that welled forth at the foot of the tower in which he was +confined. One day, when he felt as if he were near his end, he could not +help exclaiming: "What have I done? and what can have hardened the +king's heart against the most faithful of all his subjects?" It chanced +that the king passed by just as he uttered these words, and, being +melted by his former favourite's grief, he ordered the prison door to be +opened, and bid him come forth. Avenant fell at his feet, entreating to +know the cause of his disgrace. "Did you not make game both of myself +and my ambassador?" said the king; "and did you not boast, that had I +sent you to the Fair One with Golden Locks, you would have prevailed on +her to return with you?" "True, Sire," replied Avenant; "for I should +have set forth all your great qualities so irresistibly, that I am +certain she could not have said nay. Methinks there is no treason in +that." The king was so convinced of his innocence, that he straightway +released Avenant from prison and brought him back to the palace. After +having given him a good supper, the king took him into his cabinet, and +confessed to him that he was still so in love with the Fair One with +Golden Locks, that he had a great mind to send him to obtain her hand, +and meant to prepare a splendid equipage befitting the ambassador of a +great nation. But Avenant said: "That is not necessary. Only give me a +good horse and the necessary credentials, and I will set off to-morrow." + +On the following morning Avenant left the court, and set out alone on +his journey, thinking as he went of all the fine things he should say to +the princess, and stopping ever and anon, when any pretty conceit came +into his head, to jot it down on his tablets. One day as he halted for +this purpose in a lovely meadow by the side of a rivulet, he perceived a +large golden carp that lay gasping upon the grass, having jumped so high +to snap at the flies, that she had overreached herself, and was unable +to get back into the water. Avenant took pity on her, and, gently +lifting her up, restored her to her native element. The carp took a +plunge to refresh herself, then reappearing on the surface she said: +"Thanks, Avenant, for having saved my life. I will do you a good turn if +ever I can." So saying she dived back into the water, leaving Avenant +greatly surprised at her civility. + +Another time, he saw a crow closely pursued by a large eagle, when, +thinking it would be a shame not to defend the weak against the strong, +he let fly an arrow that brought the cruel bird of prey to the ground, +while the crow perched upon a tree in great delight, crying: "It was +very generous of you, Avenant, to help a poor crow like me. But I will +prove grateful, and do you a good turn whenever I can." + +[Illustration] + +Avenant was pleased with the crow's good feelings and continued his +journey; when, some days after, as he crossed a thick wood, he heard an +owl hooting, as if in great distress. After looking about him on all +sides, Avenant found the poor owl had got entangled in a net. He soon +cut the meshes, and set him free. The owl soared aloft, then, wheeling +back, cried, "Avenant, I was caught, and should have been killed without +your help. But I am grateful, and will do you a good turn when I can." + +Such were the principal adventures that befel Avenant on his journey. +When, at last, he reached the capital, where resided the Fair One with +Golden Locks, it appeared so magnificent that he thought he should be +lucky indeed if he could persuade her to leave such wonders, to come and +marry the king, his master. He, however, determined to do his best; so, +having put on a brocaded dress, with a richly-embroidered scarf, and +hung round his neck a small basket, containing a beautiful little dog he +had bought on the road, he asked for admittance at the palace gate with +such graceful dignity that the guards all bowed respectfully, and the +attendants ran to announce the arrival of another ambassador, named +Avenant, from the king, her neighbour. + +The princess bid her women fetch the blue brocaded satin gown, and +dress her hair with fresh wreaths of flowers; and, when her toilet was +completed, she entered her audience chamber, where Avenant was waiting +for her. Though dazzled at the sight of her rare beauty, he nevertheless +delivered an eloquent harangue, which he wound up by entreating the +princess not to give him the pain of returning without her. "Gentle +Avenant," replied she, "your speech is fair; but you must know, that, a +month ago I let fall into the river a ring that I value above my +kingdom, and I made a vow at the time, that I would never listen to a +marriage proposal from anybody, unless his ambassador recovered my lost +treasure. So you see, were you to talk till doomsday, you could not +shake my determination." + +Avenant, though surprised and vexed at such an answer, made a low bow, +and requested the princess's acceptance of the dog, the basket, and the +scarf he wore; but she refused his proffered gifts, and bid him consider +of what she had said. + +Avenant went to bed supperless that night; nor could he close his eyes +for a long while, but kept lamenting that the princess required +impossible things to put him off the suit he had undertaken. But his +little dog Cabriole bid him be of good cheer, as fortune would no doubt +favour him; and though Avenant did not much rely on his good luck, he at +length fell asleep from sheer exhaustion. + +[Illustration] + +The next morning Cabriole woke up his master who dressed himself and +went to take a walk. His feet insensibly carried him to the river side, +when he heard a voice calling out: "Avenant! Avenant!" He looked about +him, but seeing no one, was proceeding on his way, when Cabriole, who +was looking at the water, cried: "Why, master, as I'm alive, it is a +golden carp that is hailing you." Upon which the carp approached, +saying: "You saved my life in the meadow, and I promised to be grateful. +So here is the ring you are seeking for, gentle Avenant." + +He then hastened to the palace, and, requesting an audience of the +princess, he presented her the ring, and asked whether she had any +objection now to marry his master? On seeing her ring she was greatly +amazed; but, being intent on putting him off once more, she replied: +"Since you are so ready to fulfil my behests, most gracious Avenant, I +pray you do me another service, without which I cannot marry. There +lives not far from hence a giant named Galifron, who has threatened to +ravage my kingdom unless I granted him my hand. But I could not resolve +to marry a monster who is as tall as a tower, who carries cannons in his +pocket to serve for pistols, and whose voice is so loud that people grow +deaf if they approach too near him. He is daily killing and eating my +subjects, and if you want to win my good graces on your master's behalf, +you must bring me the giant's head." + +Avenant was taken somewhat aback at this proposal; yet, after a few +moments reflection, he said, "Well, madam, I am ready to fight Galifron; +and, though I may not conquer, I can, at least, die the death of a +hero." The princess, who had never expected Avenant would consent, now +sought to dissuade him from so rash an attempt; but all she could say +proved vain; and, having equipped himself for the fight, he mounted his +horse and departed. + +As he approached Galifron's castle, he found the road strewed with the +bones and carcases of those whom he had devoured or torn to pieces; and +presently the giant emerged from a wood, when, seeing Avenant with his +sword drawn, he ran at him with his iron club, and would have killed him +on the spot, had not a crow come and pecked at his eyes, and made the +blood stream down his face; so that, while he aimed his blows at random, +Avenant plunged his sword up to the hilt into his heart. Avenant then +cut off his head, and the crow perched on a tree, saying: "I have not +forgotten how you saved my life by killing the eagle. I promised to do +you a good turn, and I have kept my word." "In truth I am greatly +beholden to you, master crow," quoth Avenant, as he mounted his horse, +and rode off with Galifron's head. + +[Illustration] + +When he reached the city, the inhabitants gathered round him, and +accompanied him with loud cheers to the palace. The princess, who had +trembled for his safety, was delighted to see him return. "Now madam," +said Avenant, "I think you have no excuse left for not marrying my liege +lord." "Yes, indeed I have," answered she; "and I shall still refuse him +unless you procure me some water from the fountain of beauty. This water +lies in a grotto, guarded by two dragons. Inside the grotto is a large +hole full of toads and serpents, by which you descend to a small cellar +containing the spring. Whoever washes her face with this water retains +her beauty, if already beautiful, or becomes beautiful, though ever so +ugly. It makes the young remain young, and the old become young again. +So you see, Avenant, I cannot leave my kingdom without carrying some of +this water away with me." "Methinks, madam," observed Avenant, "you are +far too beautiful to need any such water; but, as you seek the death of +your humble servant, I must go and die." + +Accordingly, Avenant set out with his faithful little dog, and at last +reached a high mountain, from the top of which he perceived a rock as +black as ink, whence issued clouds of smoke. Presently out came a green +and yellow dragon, whose eyes and nostrils were pouring forth fire, and +whose tail had at least a hundred coils. Avenant drew his sword, and +taking out a phial given him by the Fair One with Golden Locks, said to +Cabriole, "I shall never be able to reach the water; so, when I am +killed, fill this phial with my blood, and take it to the princess, that +she may see what she has cost me, and then go and inform the king, my +master, of the fate that has befallen me." While he was speaking, a +voice called out: "Avenant! Avenant!" and he perceived an owl in the +hollow of a tree, who said: "You freed me from the bird-catcher's net, +and I promised to do you a good turn. So give me your phial, and I will +go and fetch the water of beauty." And away flew the owl, who, knowing +all the turnings and windings of the grotto, soon returned bearing back +his prize. After thanking the owl most heartily, Avenant lost no time in +going back to the palace, where he presented the bottle to the princess, +who now agreed to set out with him for his master's kingdom. + +[Illustration] + +On reaching the capital, the king came forth to meet the Fair One with +Golden Locks, and made her the most sumptuous presents. They were then +married, amid great festivities and rejoicings; but the queen, who loved +Avenant in her heart, could not forbear incessantly reminding the king, +that had it not been for Avenant she would never have come, and that it +was he alone who had procured her the water of beauty that was to +preserve her ever youthful and beautiful. So it happened that some +meddling bodies went and told the king that she preferred Avenant to +himself, when he became so jealous that he ordered his faithful subject +to be thrown into prison, and fed upon nothing but bread and water. When +the Fair One with Golden Locks heard of his disgrace, she implored the +king to release him, but the more she entreated, the more obstinately +his majesty refused. The king now imagined that his wife perhaps did not +think him handsome enough, so he had a mind to try the effects of +washing his face with the water of beauty. Accordingly, one night he +took the phial from off the mantel-piece in the queen's bed-chamber, +and rubbed his face well before he went to bed. But, unfortunately, a +short time previous the phial had been broken by one of the maids, as +she was dusting, and, to avoid a scolding, she had replaced it by a +phial which she found in the king's cabinet, containing a wash similar +in appearance, but deadly in its effects. The king went to sleep, and +died. Cabriole ran to his master to tell him the news, when Avenant bid +him go and remind the queen of the poor prisoner. So Cabriole slipped in +amongst the crowd of courtiers who had assembled on the king's death, +and whispered to her majesty: "Do not forget poor Avenant." The queen +then called to mind all he had suffered on her account, and hastening to +the tower, she took off his chains with her own white hands, and +throwing the royal mantle over his shoulders, and placing a gold crown +on his head, she said: "I choose you for my husband, Avenant, and you +shall be king." Everybody was delighted at her choice, the wedding was +the grandest ever seen, and the Fair One with Golden Locks, and her +faithful Avenant, lived happily to a good old age. + + + + + BO-PEEP + STORY BOOKS. + + [Illustration] + + OLD MOTHER HUBBARD, + LTTTLE BO-PEEP, &C., + THE THREE BEARS, + LITTLE GOODY TWO-SHOES, + HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT, + DEATH OF COCK ROBIN. + + NEW YORK: + LEAVITT & ALLEN BROS., + No. 8 HOWARD STREET. + + + + +THE STORY + +OF + +=Old Mother Hubbard=. + +[Illustration] + +=Edited by Madame de Chatelain.= + + + + +=Old Mother Hubbard.= + + + Old Mother Hubbard + Went to the cupboard, + To give her poor dog a bone; + But when she came there + The cupboard was bare. + And so the poor dog had none. + +[Illustration] + + She went to the baker's + To buy him some bread, + And when she came back + Poor doggy was dead. + +[Illustration] + + She went to the joiner's + To buy him a coffin, + And when she came back + The dog was a-laughing + +[Illustration] + + She took a clean dish + To get him some tripe. + And when she came back + He was smoking his pipe. + +[Illustration] + + She went to the ale-house + To get him some beer, + And when she came back, + Doggy sat in a chair. + +[Illustration] + + She went to the tavern + For white wine and red, + And when she came back + The dog stood on his head. + +[Illustration] + + She went to the hatter's + To buy him a hat, + And when she came back + He was feeding the cat. + +[Illustration] + + She went to the barber's + To buy him a wig, + And when she came back + He was dancing a jig. + +[Illustration] + + She went to the fruiterer's + To buy him some fruit, + And when she came back + He was playing the flute. + +[Illustration] + + She went to the tailor's + To buy him a coat, + And when she came back + He was riding a goat. + +[Illustration] + + She went to the cobbler's + To buy him some shoes, + And when she came back + He was reading the news. + +[Illustration] + + She went to the sempstress + To buy him some linen, + And when she came back + The dog was a-spinning. + +[Illustration] + + She went to the hosier's + To buy him some hose, + And when she came back + He was dressed in his clothes. + +[Illustration] + + The dame made a curtsey, + The dog made a bow; + The dame said, "Your servant," + The dog said, "Bow, wow!" + + + + +=Little Bo-Peep=; + +AND + +OTHER TALES. + +[Illustration] + +=Edited by Madame de Chatelain.= + + + + +=Little Bo-Peep.= + + + Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep, + And cannot tell where to find 'em; + Leave them alone, and they'll come home, + And bring their tails behind 'em. + + Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep, + And dreamt she heard them bleating; + When she awoke, she found it a joke, + For still they all were fleeting. + + Then up she took her little crook, + Determined for to find them; + She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed, + For they'd left their tails behind them. + + It happened one day, as Bo-peep did stray + Unto a meadow hard by; + There she espied their tails side by side, + All hung on a tree to dry. + + She heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye, + And over the hillocks she raced; + And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should, + That each tail should be properly placed. + +[Illustration] + + + + +=The Old Woman and her Eggs.= + +[Illustration] + + + There was an old woman, as I've heard tell, + She went to the market her eggs for to sell, + She went to the market, all on a market day, + And she fell asleep on the king's highway. + + There came a little pedlar, his name it was Stout, + He cut off her petticoats all round about; + He cut off her petticoats up to her knees, + Until her poor knees began for to freeze. + + When the little old woman began to awake, + She began to shiver, and she began to shake; + Her knees began to freeze, and she began to cry, + "Oh lawk! oh mercy on me! this surely can't be I. + + "If it be not I, as I suppose it be, + I have a little dog at home, and he knows me; + If it be I, he will wag his little tail, + But if it be not I, he'll bark and he'll rail." + + Up jumped the little woman, all in the dark, + Up jump'd the little dog, and he began to bark; + The dog began to bark, and she began to cry, + "O lawk! oh mercy on me! I see it is not I." + +[Illustration] + + + + +=Old Mother Goose.= + +[Illustration] + + + Old Mother Goose, when + She wanted to wander, + Would ride through the air + On a very fine gander. + + Mother Goose had a house + 'Twas built in a wood, + Where an owl at the door + For sentinel stood. + + This is her son Jack, + A plain-looking lad, + He is not very good, + Nor yet very bad. + + She sent him to market, + A live goose he bought; + "Here, mother," says he, + "It will not go for nought." + + Jack's goose and her gander + Grew very fond, + They'd both eat together, + Or swim in one pond. + + Jack found one morning, + As I have been told, + His goose had laid him + An egg of pure gold. + + Jack rode to his mother, + The news for to tell; + She call'd him a good boy, + And said it was well. + + Jack sold his gold egg + To a rogue of a Jew, + Who cheated him out of + The half of his due. + + Then Jack went a-courting, + A lady so gay, + As fair as the lily + And sweet as the May. + + The Jew and the Squire + Came close at his back, + And began to belabour + The sides of poor Jack. + + They threw the gold egg + In the midst of the sea; + But Jack he jump'd in, + And got it back presently. + + The Jew got the goose, + Which he vow'd he would kill, + Resolving at once + His pockets to fill. + + Jack's mother came in, + And caught the goose soon, + And, mounting its back, + flew up to the moon. + + + + +THE STORY + +OF + +=The Three Bears=. + +[Illustration] + +=Edited by Madame de Chatelain.= + + + + +=The Story of the Three Bears.= + + +Once upon a time there were Three Bears, who lived together in a house +of their own, in a wood. One of them was a Little, Small, Wee Bear; and +one was a Middle-sized Bear, and the other was a Great, Huge Bear. They +had each a pot for their porridge; a little pot for the Little, Small, +Wee Bear; and a middle-sized pot for the Middle Bear; and a great pot +for the Great, Huge Bear. And they had each a chair to sit in; a little +chair for the Little, Small, Wee Bear; and a middle-sized chair for the +Middle Bear; and a great chair for the Great, Huge Bear. And they had +each a bed to sleep in; a little bed for the Little, Small, Wee Bear; a +middle-sized bed for the Middle Bear; and a great bed for the Great, +Huge Bear. + +[Illustration] + +One day, after they had made the porridge for their breakfast, and +poured it into their porridge-pots, they walked out into the wood while +the porridge was cooling, that they might not burn their mouths by +beginning too soon to eat it. And while they were walking, a little girl +named Silver-hair came to the house. First she looked in at the window, +and then she peeped in at the keyhole; and seeing nobody in the house, +she lifted the latch. The door was not fastened, because the Bears were +good Bears, who did nobody any harm, and never suspected that anybody +would harm them. So little Silver-hair opened the door, and went in; +and well pleased she was when she saw the porridge on the table. If she +had been a good little girl, she would have waited till the Bears came +home, and then, perhaps, they would have asked her to breakfast; for +they were good Bears,--a little rough or so, as the manner of Bears is, +but for all that very good-natured and hospitable. + +So first she tasted the porridge of the Great, Huge Bear, and that was +too hot for her. And then she tasted the porridge of the Middle Bear, +and that was too cold for her. And then she went to the porridge of the +Little, Small, Wee Bear, and tasted that; and that was neither too hot +nor too cold, but just right; and she liked it so well, that she ate it +all up. + +Then little Silver-hair sate down in the chair of the Great, Huge Bear, +and that was too hard for her. And then she sate down in the chair of +the Middle Bear, and that was too soft for her. And then she sate down +in the chair of the Little, Small, Wee Bear, and that was neither too +hard nor too soft, but just right. So she seated herself in it, and +there she sate till the bottom of the chair came out, and down came +her's, plump upon the ground. + +[Illustration] + +Then little Silver-hair went up stairs into the bed-chamber in which the +Three Bears slept. And first she lay down upon the bed of the Great, +Huge Bear; but that was too high at the head for her. And next she lay +down upon the bed of the Middle Bear; and that was too high at the foot +for her. And then she lay down upon the bed of the Little, Small, Wee +Bear; and that was neither too high at the head nor at the foot, but +just right. So she covered herself up comfortably, and lay there till +she fell fast asleep. + +By this time the Three Bears thought their porridge would be cool +enough; so they came home to breakfast. Now little Silver-hair had left +the spoon of the Great, Huge Bear standing in his porridge. + + "Somebody has been at my porridge!" + +said the Great, Huge Bear, in his great, rough, gruff voice. And when +the Middle Bear looked at his, he saw that the spoon was standing in it +too. + + "Somebody has been at my porridge!" + +said the Middle Bear, in his middle voice. + +Then the Little, Small, Wee Bear looked at his, and there was the spoon +in the porridge-pot, but the porridge was all gone. + + "_Somebody has been at my 'porridge, and has eaten it all up!_" + +said the Little, Small, Wee Bear, in his little, small wee voice. + +[Illustration] + +Upon this the Three Bears, seeing that some one had entered their house, +and eaten up the Little, Small, Wee Bear's breakfast, began to look +about them. Now little Silver-hair had not put the hard cushion +straight when she rose from the chair of the Great, Huge Bear. + + "Somebody has been sitting in my chair!" + +said the Great, Huge Bear, in his great, rough, gruff voice. + +And little Silver-hair had squatted down the soft cushion of the Middle +Bear. + + "Somebody has been sitting in my chair!" + +said the Middle Bear, in his middle voice. + +And you know what little Silver-hair had done to the third chair. + + "_Somebody has been sitting in my chair, and has sat the bottom of + it out!_" + +said the Little, Small, Wee Bear, in his little, small wee voice. + +Then the Three Bears thought it necessary that they should make further +search; so they went up stairs into their bed-chamber. Now little +Silver-hair had pulled the pillow of the Great, Huge Bear out of its +place. + + "Somebody has been lying in my bed!" + +said the Great, Huge Bear, in his great, rough, gruff voice. + +And little Silver-hair had pulled the bolster of the Middle Bear out of +its place. + + "Somebody has been lying in my bed!" + +said the Middle Bear, in his middle voice. + +And when the Little, Small, Wee Bear came to look at his bed, there was +the bolster in its place; and the pillow in its place upon the bolster; +and upon the pillow was little Silver-hair's pretty head,--which was not +in its place, for she had no business there. + + "_Somebody has been lying in my bed,--and here she is!_" + +said the Little, Small, Wee Bear, in his little, small, wee voice. + +[Illustration] + +Little Silver-hair had heard in her sleep the great, rough, gruff voice +of the Great, Huge Bear; but she was so fast asleep that it was no more +to her than the roaring of wind, or the rumbling of thunder. And she had +heard the middle voice of the Middle Bear, but it was only as if she had +heard some one speaking in a dream. But when she heard the little, +small, wee voice of the Little, Small, Wee Bear, it was so sharp, and so +shrill, that it awakened her at once. Up she started; and when she saw +the Three Bears on one side of the bed, she tumbled out at the other, +and ran to the window. Now the window was open, because the Bears, like +good, tidy Bears, as they were, always opened their bed-chamber window +when they got up in the morning. Out little Silver-hair jumped; and away +she ran into the wood, and the Three Bears never saw anything more of +her. + +[Illustration] + + + + +THE STORY + +OF + +=Little Goody Two-Shoes=. + +[Illustration] + +=Edited by Madame de Chatelain.= + + + + +=Little Goody Two-Shoes.= + + +All the world must know that Goody Two-Shoes was not a little girl's +real name. No; her father's name was Meanwell, and he was for many years +a large farmer in the parish where Margery was born; but by the +misfortunes he met with in business, and the wickedness of Sir Timothy +Gripe, and a farmer named Graspall, he was quite ruined. + +Care and discontent shortened the life of little Margery's father. Her +poor mother survived the loss of her husband but a few days, and died of +a broken heart, leaving Margery and her little brother to the wide +world; but, poor woman! it would have melted your heart to have seen how +frequently she raised her head while she lay speechless, to survey with +pitying looks her little orphans, as much as to say: "Do, Tommy,--do, +Margery, come with me." They cried, poor things, and she sighed away her +soul, and, I hope, is happy. + +It would both have excited your pity and have done your heart good, to +have seen how fond these two little ones were of each other, and how, +hand in hand, they trotted about. They were both very ragged, and Tommy +had two shoes, but Margery had but one. They had nothing to support them +but what they picked from the hedges, or got from the poor people, and +they slept every night in a barn. Their relations took no notice of +them: no, they were rich, and ashamed to own such a poor ragged girl as +Margery, and such a dirty curly-pated boy as Tommy. + +Mr. Smith was a very worthy clergyman, who lived in the parish where +little Margery and Tommy were born; and having a relation come to see +him, who was a charitable, good man, he sent for these children to him. +The gentleman ordered little Margery a new pair of shoes, gave Mr. Smith +some money to buy her clothes, and said he would take Tommy, and make +him a little sailor; and, accordingly, had a jacket and trowsers made +for him. + +After some days, the gentleman intended to go to London, and take little +Tommy with him. The parting between these two little children was very +affecting. They both cried, and they kissed each other a hundred times. +At last Tommy wiped off her tears with the end of his jacket, and bid +her cry no more, for that he would come to her again when he returned +from sea. + +Nothing could have supported little Margery under the affliction she was +in for the loss of her brother but the pleasure she took in her two +shoes. She ran to Mrs. Smith as soon as they were put on, and stroking +down her ragged apron, cried out: "Two Shoes, Ma'am! see Two Shoes!" And +so she behaved to all the people she met, and by that means obtained the +name of Little Goody Two-Shoes. + +Little Margery saw how good and how wise Mr. Smith was, and concluded +that this was owing to his great learning; therefore she wanted of all +things to learn to read. For this purpose, she used to meet the little +boys and girls as they came from school, borrow their books, and sit +down and read till they returned. By this means she soon got more +learning than any of her playmates, and laid the following plan for +instructing those who were more ignorant than herself. She found that +only twenty-six letters were required to spell all the words; but as +some of these letters are large, and some small, she with her knife cut +out of several pieces of wood ten sets of each. And having got an old +spelling-book, she made her companions set up the words they wanted to +spell. + +The usual manner of spelling, or carrying on the game, as they called +it, was this: suppose the word to be spelt was plum-pudding (and who can +suppose a better?), the children were placed in a circle, and the first +brought the letter p, the next l, the next u, the next m, and so on till +the whole was spelt; and if any one brought a wrong letter, he was to +pay a fine or play no more. This was their play; and every morning she +used to go round to teach the children. I once went her rounds with her, +and was highly diverted. + +[Illustration] + +It was about seven o'clock in the morning, when we set on this +important business, and the first house we came to was Farmer Wilson's. +Here Margery stopped, and ran up to the door,--tap, tap, tap! "Who's +there?" "Only little Goody Two-Shoes," answered Margery, "come to teach +Billy." "Oh, little Goody," says Mrs. Wilson, with pleasure in her face. +"I am glad to see you! Billy waits you sadly, for he has learned his +lesson." Then out came the little boy. "How do, Doody Two-Shoes?" says +he, not able to speak plain. Yet this little boy had learned all his +letters; for she threw down the small alphabet mixed together, and he +picked them up, called them by their right names, and put them all in +order. She then threw down the alphabet of capital letters, and he +picked them all up, and having told their names, placed them rightly. + +The next place we came to was Farmer Simpson's. "Bow, wow, wow!" says +the dog at the door. "Sir-rah!" says his Mistress, "why do you bark at +little Two-Shoes? Come in, Madge; here's Sally wants you sadly, she has +learned all her lesson." "Yes, that's what I have," replied the little +one, in the country manner; and immediately taking the letters, she set +up these syllables:-- + + ba be bi bo bu + + da de di do du + + ma me mi mo mu + + sa se si so su + +and gave them their exact sounds as she composed them; after which she +set up many more, and pronounced them likewise. + +[Illustration] + +After this, little Two-Shoes taught Sally to spell words of one +syllable, and she soon set up pear, plum, top, ball, pin, puss, dog, +hog, doe, lamb, sheep, rat, cow, bull, cock, hen, and many more. + +The next place we came to was Gaffer Cook's cottage. Here a number of +poor children were met to learn, and all came round little Margery at +once; who, having pulled out her letters, asked the little boy next to +her what he had for dinner. He answered "Bread." "Well, then," says she, +"set up the first letter." He put up the B, to which, the next added r, +and the next e, the next a, the next d, and it stood thus, Bread. + +"And what had you, Polly Comb, for your dinner?" "Apple-Pie," answered +the little girl. Upon which the next in turn set up a great A, the two +next a p, each, and so on till the two words Apple and Pie were united, +and stood thus, Apple-Pie. The next had potatoes, the next beef and +turnips, which were spelt, with many others, till the game was finished. +She then set them another task, and after the lessons were done we +returned home. + + * * * * * + +Who does not know Lady Ducklington, or who does not know that she was +buried in this parish? Well, I never saw so grand a funeral. All the +country round came to see the burying, and it was late before it was +over; after which, in the night, or rather very early in the morning, +the bells were heard to jingle in the steeple, which frightened the +people prodigiously. They flocked to Will Dobbins, the clerk, and wanted +him to go and see what it was; but William would not open the door. At +length Mr. Long, the rector, hearing such an uproar in the village, went +to the clerk to know why he did not go into the church, and see who was +there. "I go, sir!" says William; "why, I would be frightened out of my +wits." "Give me the key of the church," says Mr. Long. Then he went to +the church, all the people following him. As soon as he had opened the +door, who do you think appeared? Why, little Two-Shoes, who, being +weary, had fallen asleep in one of the pews during the funeral service, +and was shut in all night. She immediately asked Mr. Long's pardon for +the trouble she had given him, and said she should not have rung the +bells, but that she was very cold, and hearing Farmer Boult's man go +whistling by, she was in hopes he would have gone for the key to let her +out. + +[Illustration] + +The people were ashamed to ask little Madge any questions before Mr. +Long, but as soon as he was gone they all got round her to satisfy their +curiosity, and desired she would give them a particular account of all +that she had heard or seen. + +"I went to the church," said Goody Two-Shoes, "as most of you did last +night, to see the funeral, and being very weary, I sat down in Mr. +Jones's pew, and fell fast asleep. At eleven o'clock I awoke; I started +up, and could not at first tell where I was, but after some time I +recollected the funeral, and soon found that I was shut up in the +church. It was dismally dark, and I could see nothing; but while I was +standing in the pew something jumped upon me behind, and laid, as I +thought, its hands over my shoulders. Then I walked down the church +aisle, when I heard something pit pat, pit pat, pit pat, come after me, +and something touched my hand that seemed as cold as a marble monument. +I could not think what it was, yet I knew it could not hurt me, and +therefore I made myself easy; but being very cold, and the church being +paved with stones, which were very damp, I felt my way as well as I +could to the pulpit, in doing which something rushed by me, and almost +threw me down. At last I found out the pulpit, and having shut the door, +I laid down on the mat and cushion to sleep, when something pulled the +door, as I thought, for admittance, which prevented my going to sleep. +At last it cried: 'Bow, wow, wow!' and I knew it must be Mr. Sanderson's +dog, which had followed me from their house to the church; so I opened +the door and called,' Snip! Snip!' and the dog jumped upon me +immediately. After this, Snip and I lay down together, and had a +comfortable nap; for when I awoke it was almost light. I then walked up +and down all the aisles of the church to keep myself warm; and then I +went to Lord Ducklington's tomb, and I stood looking at his cold marble +face and his hands clasped together, till hearing Farmer Boult's man go +by, I went to the bells and rung them." + + * * * * * + +There was in the same parish a Mrs. Williams, who kept a college for +instructing little gentlemen and ladies in the science of A B C, who was +at this time very old and infirm, and wanted to decline this important +trust. This being told to Sir William Dove, he sent for Mrs. Williams, +and desired she would examine little Two-Shoes, and see whether she was +qualified for the office. This was done, and Mrs. Williams made the +following report in her favour: namely, that little Margery was the best +scholar, and had the best head and the best heart of any one she had +examined. All the country had a great opinion of Mrs. Williams, and this +character gave them also a great opinion of Mrs. Margery, for so we must +now call her. + +The room in which Mrs. Margery taught her scholars was very large and +spacious, and as she knew that nature intended children should be always +in action she placed her different letters of alphabets all round the +school, so that every one was obliged to get up and fetch a letter, for +to spell a word, when it came to their turn; which not only kept them in +health, but fixed the letters firmly in their minds. + +[Illustration] + +One day as Mrs. Margery was going through the next village, she met with +some wicked boys who had taken a young raven, which they were going to +throw at. She wanted to get the poor creature out of their cruel hands, +and therefore gave them a penny for him, and brought him home. She +called him by the name of Ralph, and a fine bird he was. + +Now this bird she taught to speak, to spell, and to read; and as he was +fond of playing with the large letters, the children used to call them +Ralph's Alphabet. + +Some days after she had met with the raven, as she was walking in the +fields, she saw some naughty boys who had taken a pigeon and tied a +string to its legs, in order to let it fly and draw it back again when +they pleased; and by this means they tortured the poor bird with the +hopes of liberty and repeated disappointment. This pigeon she also +bought, and taught him how to spell and read, though not to talk. He was +a very pretty fellow, and she called him Tom. And as the raven Ralph was +fond of the large letters, Tom the pigeon took care of the small ones. + +The neighbours knowing that Mrs. Two-Shoes was very good, as, to be +sure, nobody was better, made her a present of a little skylark. She +thought the lark might be of use to her and her pupils, and tell them +when it was time to get up. "For he that is fond of his bed, and lies +till noon, lives but half his days, the rest being lost in sleep, which +is a kind of death." + +Some time after this a poor lamb had lost its dam, and the farmer being +about to kill it, she bought it of him, and brought him home with her to +play with the children, and teach them when to go to bed; for it was a +rule with the wise men of that age (and a very good one, let me tell +you) to "Rise with the lark, and lie down with the lamb." This lamb she +called Will, and a pretty fellow he was. + +No sooner was Tippy, the lark, and Will, the ba-lamb, brought into the +school, than that sensible rogue Ralph, the raven, composed the +following verse, which every good little boy and girl should get by +heart:-- + + "_Early to bed, and early to rise, + Is the way to be healthy, wealthy, and wise._" + +Soon after this, a present was made to Mrs. Margery of a little dog, +whom she called Jumper. He was always in a good humour, and playing and +jumping about, and therefore he was called Jumper. The place assigned +for Jumper was that of keeping the door, so that he might have been +called the porter of a college, for he would let nobody go out nor any +one come in, without leave of his mistress. + +Billy, the ba-lamb, was a cheerful fellow, and all the children were +fond of him; wherefore Mrs. Two-Shoes made it a rule that those who +behaved best should have Will home with them at night, to carry their +satchel on his back, and bring it in the morning. Mrs. Margery, as we +have frequently observed, was always doing good, and thought she could +never sufficiently gratify those who had done anything to serve her. +These generous sentiments naturally led her to consult the interest of +her neighbours; and as most of their lands were meadow, and they +depended much on their hay, which had been for many years greatly +damaged by the wet weather, she contrived an instrument to direct them +when to mow their grass with safety, and prevent their hay being +spoiled. They all came to her for advice, and by that means got in their +hay without damage, while most of that in the neighbouring village was +spoiled. This occasioned very great noise in the country, and so greatly +provoked were the people who resided in the other parishes that they +absolutely accused her of being a witch, and sent old Gaffer Goosecap, a +busy fellow in other people's concerns, to find out evidence against +her. The wiseacre happened to come to her school when she was walking +about with the raven on one shoulder, the pigeon on the other, the lark +on her hand, and the lamb and the dog by her side; which indeed made a +droll figure, and so surprised the man, that he cried out: "A witch! a +witch! a witch!" + +Upon this, she laughingly answered: "A conjuror! a conjuror!" and so +they parted. But it did not end thus, for a warrant was issued out +against Mrs. Margery, and she was carried to a meeting of the justices, +whither all the neighbours followed her. + +At the meeting, one of the justices, who knew little of life and less of +the law, behaved very badly, and though nobody was able to prove +anything against her, asked who she could bring to her character. "Who +can you bring _against_ my character, sir," says she. "There are people +enough who would appear in my defence, were it necessary; but I never +supposed that any one here could be so weak as to believe there was any +such thing as a witch. If I am a witch, this is my charm, and (laying a +barometer upon the table) it is with this," says she, "that I have +taught my neighbours to know the state of the weather." + +[Illustration] + +All the company laughed; and Sir William Dove, who was on the bench, +asked her accusers how they could be such fools as to think there was +any such thing as a witch. And then he gave such an account of Mrs. +Margery and her virtue, good sense, and prudent behaviour, that the +gentlemen present returned her public thanks for the great service she +had done the country. One gentleman in particular, Sir Charles Jones, +had conceived such a high opinion of her, that he offered her a +considerable sum to take the care of his family, and the education of +his daughter, which, however, she refused but this gentleman sending +for her afterwards, when he had a dangerous fit of illness, she went, +and behaved so prudently in the family and so tenderly to him and his +daughter, that he would not permit her to leave his house, but soon +after made her proposals of marriage. She was truly sensible of the +honour he intended her, but would not consent to be made a lady till he +had provided for his daughter. All things being settled, and the day +fixed, the neighbours came in crowds to see the wedding; for they were +all glad that one who had been such a good little girl, and was become +such a virtuous and good woman, was going to be made a lady. But just as +the clergyman had opened his book, a gentleman richly dressed ran into +the church, and cried: "Stop! stop!" This greatly alarmed the +congregation, and particularly the intended bride and bridegroom, whom +he first accosted, desiring to speak with them apart. After they had +been talking a few moments, the people were greatly surprised to see Sir +Charles stand motionless, and his bride cry and faint away in the +stranger's arms. This seeming grief, however, was only a prelude to a +flood of joy, which immediately succeeded; for you must know that this +gentleman so richly dressed was little Tommy Meanwell, Mrs. Margery's +brother, who was just come from sea, where he had made a large fortune, +and hearing, as soon as he landed, of his sister's intended wedding, had +ridden post to see that a proper settlement was made on her, which he +thought she was now entitled to, as he himself was able to give her an +ample fortune. They soon returned to the communion-table, and were +married in tears, but they were tears of joy. + +Sir Charles and Lady Jones lived happily for many years. Her ladyship +continued to visit the school in which she had passed so many happy +days, and always gave the prizes to the best scholars with her own +hands. She also gave to the parish several acres of land to be planted +yearly with potatoes, for all the poor who would come and fetch them for +the use of their families; but if any took them to sell, they were +deprived of that privilege ever after. And these roots were planted and +raised from the rent arising from a farm which she had assigned over for +that purpose. In short, she was a mother to the poor, a physician to the +sick, and a friend to those in distress. Her life was the greatest +blessing, and her death the greatest calamity that ever was felt in the +neighbourhood. + + + + +THE STORY + +OF + +=The House that Jack Built=. + +[Illustration: This is the house that Jack built.] + +=Edited by Madame de Chatelain.= + +[Illustration] + + This is the malt, + That lay in the house that Jack built. + +[Illustration] + + This is the rat, + That ate the malt, + That lay in the house that Jack built. + +[Illustration] + + This is the cat, + That kill'd the rat, + That ate the malt, + That lay in the house that Jack built. + +[Illustration] + + This is the dog, + That worried the cat, + That kill'd the rat, + That ate the malt, + That lay in the house that Jack built. + +[Illustration] + + This is the cow with the crumpled horn, + That toss'd the dog, + That worried the cat, + That kill'd the rat, + That ate the malt, + That lay in the house that Jack built. + +[Illustration] + + This is the maiden all forlorn, + That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn, + That toss'd the dog, + That worried the cat, + That kill'd the rat, + That ate the malt, + That lay in the house that Jack built. + +[Illustration] + + This is the man all tatter'd and torn, + That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn, + That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn, + That toss'd the dog, + That worried the cat, + That kill'd the rat, + That ate the malt, + That lay in the house that Jack built. + +[Illustration] + + This is the priest all shaven and shorn, + That married the man all tatter'd and torn, + That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn, + That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn, + That toss'd the dog, + That worried the cat, + That kill'd the rat, + That ate the malt, + That lay in the house that Jack built. + +[Illustration] + + This is the cock that crow'd in the morn, + That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, + That married the man all tatter'd and torn, + That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn, + That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn, + That toss'd the dog, + That worried the cat, + That kill'd the rat, + That ate the malt, + That lay in the house that Jack built. + +[Illustration] + + This is the farmer who sow'd the corn, + That kept the cock that crow'd in the morn, + That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, + That married the man all tatter'd and torn, + That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn, + That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn, + That toss'd the dog, + That worried the cat, + That kill'd the rat, + That ate the malt, + That lay in the house that Jack built. + +[Illustration] + + This is the horse, and the hound, and the horn, + That belong'd to the farmer who sow'd the corn, + That kept the cock that crow'd in the morn, + That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, + That married the man all tatter'd and torn, + That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn, + That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn, + That toss'd the dog, + That worried the cat, + That kill'd the rat, + That ate the malt, + That lay in the house that Jack built. + + + + +THE STORY + +OF THE + +=Death & Burial of Cock Robin=. + +[Illustration] + +=Edited by Madame de Chatelain.= + + + + +THE STORY + +OF THE + +=Death and Burial of Cock Robin=. + + + Who kill'd Cock robin? + I, said the Sparrow, + With my bow and arrow, + I kill'd Cock Robin. + +[Illustration] + + Who saw him die? + I, said the Fly, + With my little eye, + I saw him die. + +[Illustration] + + Who caught his blood? + I, said the Fish, + With my little dish, + I caught his blood. + +[Illustration] + + Who'll make his shroud? + I, said the Beetle, + With my little needle, + I'll make his shroud. + +[Illustration] + + Who'll dig his grave? + I, said the Owl, + With my spade and showl, + I'll dig his grave. + +[Illustration] + + Who'll be the parson? + I, said the Rook, + With my little book, + I'll be the parson. + +[Illustration] + + Who'll be the clerk? + I, said the Lark, + If it's not in the dark, + I'll be the clerk. + +[Illustration] + + 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. + +[Illustration] + + Who'll carry the link? + I, said the Linnet, + I'll fetch it in a minute, + I'll carry the link. + +[Illustration] + + Who'll be chief mourner? + I, said the Dove, + For I mourn for my love, + I'll be chief mourner. + +[Illustration] + + Who'll sing a psalm? + I, said the Thrush, + As I sit in a bush, + I'll sing a psalm. + +[Illustration] + + Who'll toll the bell? + I, said the Bull, + Because I can pull, + So, Cock Robin, farewell. + + _All the birds of the air + Fell a sighing and sobbing, + When they heard the bell toll + For poor Cock Robin._ + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Bo-Peep Story Books, by Anonymous + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BO-PEEP STORY BOOKS *** + +***** This file should be named 25461.txt or 25461.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/2/5/4/6/25461/ + +Produced by Marilynda Fraser-Cunliffe and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This +file was made using scans of public domain works in the +International Children's Digital Library.) + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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