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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 78952 ***
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Illustrated cover of 'Flower Legends for Children'
+featuring a girl in a lush lily garden flanked by ancient ruins.]
+
+[Illustration: Endpaper: Illustration of a girl playing a cello on a
+brick wall while flower fairies dance below inside roses and irises.]
+
+[Illustration: Flyleaf: Nighttime illustration of flower fairies
+sleeping inside roses and irises while a young girl sleeps against her
+cello below a brick wall.]
+
+[Illustration: Illustrated half-title page for 'Flower Legends for
+Children' showing two small fairies on a yellow banner above a field of
+pansies and white lilies.]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Illustrated dedication page featuring a poem surrounded
+by hanging incense censers with white lilies on the left and bumblebees
+in a meadow on the right.]
+
+                               DEDICATION
+
+
+    Fair, or less Fair, dear Child, as haply you may be,
+    Fashioned or straight or crooked, of low or high degree,
+    So be thou kind and good, this book is meant for _thee_.
+    For, of all blooms, the best and sweetest flowers for me
+    Are those whose beauty’s but the shrine of fragrant purity.
+    And, in the perfumed garden of GOD’S world, we see
+    That children, too, like flowers, may pour their incense free,
+    Swinging the smoking censers of their prayers that we
+    May homeward rise to heaven’s hive like swift gold-powdered bee.
+
+                                                    J·S·E·
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Illustrated title page for 'Flower Legends for Children'
+showing a woman gathering children on a lawn next to topiary hedges,
+with a castle in the background.]
+
+                      FLOWER LEGENDS FOR CHILDREN
+
+
+                                                                  BY
+                                                       HILDA MURRAY
+
+                                          PICTURED BY J · S · ELAND
+                                      PUBLISHED BY LONGMANS, GREEN, & Cº
+                                            LONDON, NEW YORK, & BOMBAY.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Illustrated 'Contents' banner showing winged cherubs
+packing and decorating an old cannon with ropes of flowers amidst
+ancient ruins.]
+
+                                CONTENTS
+
+
+                                           PAGE.
+                       THE MOSS ROSE          11
+                       THE TULIP              15
+                       THE FORGET-ME-NOT      21
+                       ROSES RED AND WHITE    25
+                       THE ROWAN              29
+                       FLEUR-DE-LYS           30
+                       THE ASPEN              33
+                       THE HAWTHORN           34
+                       THE ALMOND TREE        37
+                       THE LAUREL             41
+                       THE CHRISTMAS ROSE     45
+                       THE POPLAR TREE        49
+                       MISTLETOE              51
+                       NARCISSUS              59
+                       THE RED LILY           63
+
+
+[Illustration: Black and white illustration of two winged cherubs,
+woodland rabbits, and a field mouse near a parchment bearing a short
+poem.]
+
+                               CHILD!
+
+                   To your little rose-shell ear
+                   Hold the tender flowers near.
+                   Listen, then, and they will tell
+                   How they live in fairy dell:
+                   They will kiss your gentle hand,
+                   And tell you tales of Flower-land!
+
+[Illustration: Illustration of a winged figure in a gold robe lounging
+on a high grassy cliff beneath a flowering tree, looking out over a sea
+of clouds under a crescent moon.]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Illustrated story header banner for 'The Moss Rose'
+featuring a black and white sketch of a rose and thorny leaves.]
+
+                             THE MOSS ROSE
+
+
+Once upon a time, says the old legend, the angel whose work on earth was
+to guard the flowers, lay down one night to sleep under a rose tree.
+With gentle whisperings she lulled him to rest, and through the star-lit
+night waved perfumed branches over his head.
+
+Day broke over the shadowy, mist-clad valley, and bars of orange-scarlet
+light touched the distant eastern peaks into gold. In the sky above was
+the morning star, and the crescent moon hung over all.
+
+When he awoke, refreshed, the angel asked the rose what he could give
+her as a reward for the shelter she had given him, and for the sweet
+sleep he had enjoyed beneath her scented flowers. The rose blushed, and,
+looking more lovely still, made request that something might be added to
+her beauty.
+
+[Illustration: Story page illustration showing a winged angel standing
+in a storm next to a tall rose plant, with a decorative floral border at
+the bottom.]
+
+The angel thought for a moment, wondering if it were possible to make
+her more lovely than she already was; and then he threw about her a veil
+of transparent fresh green moss, to protect her from the cold winds and
+rain, and from that day the moss rose has worn the angel’s gift.
+
+[Illustration: Illustration of butterfly-winged fairies tending to tiny
+human babies nestled inside large pink tulips in a garden field.]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Illustrated story page for 'The Tulip' featuring a black
+and white sketch of tall tulips framing two blocks of text.]
+
+                               THE TULIP.
+
+
+Once upon a time, there was an old woman who lived in a cottage set in
+the midst of a pretty garden, and in the garden was a bed of beautiful
+tulips.
+
+Fairies and pixies are very fond of these flowers; and every night they
+brought their babies to put them to sleep under the tulips in the old
+woman’s garden, and the tulips sang and rocked the little pixies to
+sleep.
+
+As soon as the babies were asleep the fairy mothers and fathers would
+return to the fields, and there dance in moon-lit rings all night. When
+morning came they returned to the tulips to wake their little ones with
+gentle kisses.
+
+[Illustration: Story page illustration showing an old man with a shovel
+looking down at a tiny fairy in a tulip bed, with a thatched cottage
+border on the right.]
+
+The tulips thus visited by the fairies kept fresh and beautiful much
+longer than any other flowers in the garden, and, strange to say, they
+also smelt as sweet as roses. The old woman was therefore so proud of
+her tulips that she never allowed anyone to touch them. One sad day, the
+old woman died, and an unkind man came to live in her cottage, who did
+not love flowers. He tore them all up, and planted a parsley bed
+instead; but he was well punished, for the fairies were so angry at the
+way he had treated their tulips that every night they danced and
+trampled on the parsley, so that it withered away. Indeed, they allowed
+nothing to grow in that garden for a long time.
+
+[Illustration: Story page illustration showing a group of tiny fairies
+dancing on a lawn at night beneath a drooping yellow tulip while a snail
+plays a pan flute.]
+
+The fairies, however, took great care of the grave where the old woman
+was buried, and mosses and grasses grew on it, and sweet wild flowers;
+and that was how they showed their gratitude to the old woman for
+keeping lovely tulips as cradles for their babies.
+
+[Illustration: Color illustration of a royal family in Renaissance
+attire on a riverbank, with a man gesturing toward swans and a castle on
+a distant hill.]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Art Nouveau style decorative border panel featuring a
+symmetrical design of forget-me-not flowers, vines, and small yellow
+bows on a pale background.]
+
+                           THE FORGET-ME-NOT.
+
+
+A long time ago a knight and his lady were walking by the banks of a
+river, when suddenly they saw a spray of little blue flowers floating on
+the water not far from the bank, and it seemed as if they would soon be
+swept away by the quick-running stream.
+
+The knight, loving well his lady, and thinking it would please her if he
+saved the flowers for her, jumped into the river and grasped them; but,
+alas, the current was too strong for him: and as he was swept past the
+poor lady, who was wringing her hands at the sight of her drowning
+knight, he threw the flowers at her feet, calling out “Forget-me-not,”
+and the little blue flowers have been called by that name to this day.
+
+There is another story connected in legend with the Forget-me-not, and
+it is this:—
+
+When Adam and Eve were in the Garden of Eden, it is said, Adam gave all
+the flowers their names, and told them to be sure and remember what he
+called them.
+
+One little flower, however, was careless and forgot its name. The next
+time Adam passed it in the Garden, in order to see if he was as short of
+memory as itself, the little flower called out to him: “By what name
+dost thou call me?” “Forget-me-not,” was Adam’s reply.
+
+[Illustration: Illustration of a crowned woman in a blue gown and red
+cloak dancing through a field of thorny wild roses beneath a swirling
+flock of small birds.]
+
+
+
+
+                          ROSES RED AND WHITE.
+
+
+There was once a beautiful goddess called Venus, and she loved the
+handsome young god Adonis. Poor Adonis died from the wound of a wild
+boar he was hunting, and, when Venus heard of this, she ran
+grief-stricken through the woods in despair, to look for and aid her
+beloved Adonis.
+
+As she was running along, her foot was pricked by a thorn, and the blood
+that flowed from the wound suddenly sprang up into a beautiful red rose.
+
+[Illustration: Story page illustration featuring a detailed black and
+white pen-and-ink sketch of blooming rose bushes.]
+
+Afterwards, Venus sat and wept because Adonis was dead; and where her
+tears fell on the ground there blossomed a lovely white rose.
+
+[Illustration: Illustration of six children in Edwardian clothing
+gathering bright red berries from a large rowan tree in a hilly
+landscape.]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Story header titled 'The Rowan' featuring a winged fairy
+child nestled among leafy rowan branches with red berries.]
+
+                               THE ROWAN.
+
+
+All the fairies and pixies are very fond of this tree, with its
+beautiful scarlet berries, and people say the good fairies take special
+care of the children who carry a few of the berries in their pockets.
+
+In Scotland, rowan trees are often planted near the cottages and
+cow-stables, and then it is supposed no wicked sprites or elves can harm
+those who live in them.
+
+There is a legend in Norway about this tree that the great god, called
+Thor, one day was crossing a deep river, and looking for a stick to help
+him across, when he saw a rowan. He pulled it up and took it as a staff,
+and after that it was called Thor’s helper.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Story page titled 'Fleur-de-Lys' with a black and white
+sketch of blooming irises on the upper left and three toads in the grass
+at the bottom left.]
+
+                             FLEUR-DE-LYS.
+
+
+Many hundred years ago, there was a king of France named Clovis, whose
+coat-of-arms was three black toads. But, one night, an old hermit saw a
+most wonderful vision in his cell. An angel appeared to him, holding a
+shield of great beauty. Its colour was the blue of the sky, and on it
+were emblazoned three golden lilies. The hermit was told to give it to
+the wife of Clovis, Queen Clotilde; this he did, and Clovis took the
+three lilies as the emblem of France, instead of the three black toads.
+From the day he did so his armies were everywhere victorious.
+
+[Illustration: Illustration of a group of astonished woodcutters in
+eastern robes halting their work as a woman's face emerges from the
+trunk of a tree by a stream.]
+
+
+
+
+                               THE ASPEN.
+
+
+This is a tree which has the peculiarity that its pale green leaves are
+never still for a moment, but are always quivering and trembling. The
+reason of this is a very sad one, and explains why the Aspen can never
+be at rest. We are told that the Cross of Our Blessed Lord was made of
+the wood of the Aspen, and that the poor tree was so terribly grieved to
+be used for such a purpose that it has trembled ever since.
+
+
+
+
+                             THE HAWTHORN.
+
+
+The crown of thorns of Our Blessed Lord is said to have been made from
+this tree. It looks so fair in the May-time with its snow-like mantle of
+white blossoms, that it is only when quite close to it that the long
+cruel thorns are seen, thick on all its branches. The simple story goes
+on to say that as Our Lord was on His way to be crucified, a little bird
+lighted on His head, and with its beak pulled out one of the long thorns
+that were piercing His brow. The blood that flowed from the wound
+covered the bird’s breast and dyed it crimson. That dear little bird was
+no other than Robin Red-breast!
+
+[Illustration: Story page titled 'The Hawthorn' featuring a black and
+white sketch of Jesus carrying the cross on the right and blooming
+hawthorn flowers at the bottom left.]
+
+[Illustration: Illustration of a classical terrace overlooking the sea,
+featuring a woman in an veil shielding her eyes while others sit by a
+vine-draped statue.]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Story header featuring a horizontal banner titled 'The
+Almond Tree' entwined with a black and white sketch of blooming almond
+branches.]
+
+                           THE ☆︎ ALMOND TREE
+
+
+There is a charming story about the almond tree in Grecian history. A
+young Greek, called Demophoon, was on his way home from the siege of
+Troy; but as the ship passed the shores of Thrace, there was a great
+storm, and he was shipwrecked.
+
+Now the King of Thrace had a beautiful daughter, named Phyllis, who
+received Demophoon with kindness, and he fell in love with her, and she
+promised to marry him.
+
+Before the wedding Demophoon said he must go to his country to get his
+palace ready for his beautiful princess.
+
+Away he went in another ship, and the princess was quite happy at first
+as Demophoon had promised to return very soon, but time went on and he
+never came. The princess watched and waited, but in vain; and, in course
+of time, as Demophoon never returned, she became very thin and ill, and,
+at last, she died.
+
+Then because she had been so faithful and constant to the unworthy
+Demophoon the fairies changed her into a beautiful almond tree.
+
+[Illustration: Vibrant color illustration of a young Greek musician with
+a lyre and a flying cloak running toward a woman whose body is morphing
+into a leafy laurel bush.]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Story header titled 'The Laurel' with a large decorative
+initial 'T' and a illustration of laurel leaf clusters.]
+
+                               THE LAUREL
+
+
+Daphne was a young Greek goddess, and Apollo, the god of the sun, fell
+desperately in love with her. But, charming as Apollo was, Daphne did
+not like him, and whenever she saw him she ran away.
+
+One day she was flying through the woods to escape from Apollo, and,
+terrified lest he should overtake her, she implored the water gods to
+change her form. No sooner had she expressed this wish, than her feet
+became fastened to the ground, and lengthened themselves into roots, her
+hair turned into leaves, and her arms to boughs, so that when Apollo
+came to where he had last seen her running from him, he found instead a
+beautiful laurel tree.
+
+Then Apollo declared that as she was no longer Daphne, and, therefore,
+could not be his love, as a laurel she should be his tree, and that a
+crown of her leaves should be the reward of the highest honour and fame.
+
+Apollo further declared that her boughs should never be bare in
+winter-time, but should always be clothed with glistening emerald
+leaves.
+
+[Illustration: Color illustration of a radiant, winged angel holding
+white lilies and appearing to a young shepherd with a flock of sheep
+under a starry night sky.]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Story header titled 'The Christmas Rose' featuring a
+dense black and white sketch of blooming hellebore flowers draped over a
+textured banner.]
+
+                           THE CHRISTMAS ROSE
+
+
+Among the shepherds who watched their flocks on the first Christmas
+night, was a little maiden, and when she saw the bright star in the
+East, and the Wise Men on their way to Bethlehem, she followed them to
+see whither they went. She saw these old men go down on bended knee
+before the Babe lying in His manger cradle, and bring out rare and
+beautiful gifts to lay before Him. Then the little maid’s heart yearned
+towards the Babe, and she too longed to lay some offering before Him,
+but she was poor and had neither gold nor silver with which to buy
+gifts. So she turned sadly away, and went back to guard her sheep.
+Suddenly she saw a bright light, and in the midst of the light an angel
+stood, whose raiment shone like glittering snow, and whose face was so
+fair and gentle that the little maid knew no fear.
+
+[Illustration: A horizontal black and white line-art header banner
+featuring a dense, repeating arrangement of blooming Christmas rose
+hellebore flowers and dark, veined foliage.]
+
+             “The angel spoke, his voice was low and sweet
+                 As the sea’s murmur on low-lying shore,
+             Or whisper of the wind in ripened wheat;”
+
+and he asked the maiden why she looked so downcast. She told him of her
+wish, and how she had nothing to give the Holy Child. Without a word,
+the angel touched the ground with the branch of waving lilies he held in
+his hand, and immediately the field was white with lovely flowers. The
+little maid at once gathered many of them, and, running back to the
+stable, laid them very near the Babe, who smiled at her and stretched
+out His tiny hands to the flowers. Then the little shepherdess’s heart
+was glad, and she returned this time to her flocks full of joy, and
+thanking God that He had given her her heart’s desire. And the angel’s
+flowers were the Christmas Roses.
+
+[Illustration: A clean horizontal decorative footer banner composed of
+an alternating repeating pattern of single hellebore flowers and
+individual five-pointed leaves.]
+
+[Illustration: Color illustration of Hermes with his caduceus and spear
+standing in an enchanted forest, looking at a tree spirit surrounded by
+floating silver spoons.]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Color illustration of an ornate golden spoon handle
+shaped like the figure Ganymede, supporting a large blue spoon bowl that
+contains a reflection of green trees.]
+
+                            THE POPLAR TREE.
+
+
+Once upon a time, Jupiter had some beautiful silver spoons stolen from
+him. Knowing that one of the trees of the forest was the thief, he
+called Ganymede, his cupbearer, and told him to go and find out which
+tree had done this wrong thing, so that he might recover the spoons and
+punish the thief.
+
+Off went Ganymede into the forest, and first he went to the oak: “My
+lord Jupiter’s silver spoons have been stolen, and one of the trees of
+the forest has taken them. I have come to find the spoons and the thief;
+Oak, do you know anything of this matter?” But the oak shook all his
+great branches and his breath roared through them with rage. Said he: “I
+am king of the trees, and have thousands of golden cups and emerald
+plates; why should I be accused of stealing common silver spoons? I have
+never even heard of them.”
+
+So Ganymede bowed low, made his apology, and passed on. Next he went to
+a lovely birch, and of her he asked the same question; but the birch
+drew herself up haughtily and answered: “I have silver enough of my own
+without stealing other people’s. I know nothing about my lord Jupiter’s
+spoons.” Again Ganymede bowed low, asking the lady of the forest to
+pardon him, and went on to the other trees.
+
+The beech tree showered thousands of prickly nuts on him for his pains;
+the elm tree nearly blew him off the earth at such an insulting
+question, and the fir tree pelted him with cones.
+
+At last Ganymede came to the poplar: “Dear me,” answered this tree, in
+reply to the cupbearer’s question, “How very shocking to think that any
+tree could do such a dreadful thing as to steal my lord Jupiter’s
+spoons. Well, whoever it is, it is not I.”
+
+To make Ganymede believe how innocent he was, the poplar threw up all
+his branches to show he could not be hiding the spoons anywhere, but he
+had not tucked them away safe enough, and as he held up his arms, out
+clattered the spoons on every side.
+
+Ganymede picked them up, and ran back to Jupiter. He told him that the
+poplar was not only a thief but a story-teller. Jupiter was so angry
+that he punished the poplar by making him hold up his branches for
+evermore.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Story page layout titled 'MISTLETOE' featuring small
+clusters of white berries on a blue background and a large detailed
+sketch of tangled mistletoe branches.]
+
+                               MISTLETOE
+
+
+Once, in Norway, there was a handsome young god called Baldur. So good
+and universally beloved was he that his mother, Freya, terrified lest
+something dreadful should happen to him, determined to take an oath from
+all things created that they would do no harm to her son. She asked
+fire, water, earth, iron, stones, trees, beasts, birds, insects,
+poisons, and diseases, and each promised it would never hurt Baldur.
+There was only one thing Freya passed over, and that was a bunch of
+mistletoe growing on an old gnarled oak, near the palace of the gods; it
+looked so soft and innocent and powerless, with its clinging green and
+white berries, that she thought it could harm no one.
+
+[Illustration: A minimal black and white line-art sketch of a single
+small mistletoe sprig with narrow leaves and clusters of round white
+berries.]
+
+Now there was a very bad spirit in Norway, called Loki, who was always
+trying to do mischief and make others unhappy. Loki hated Baldur on
+account of his goodness and beauty, for he himself was wicked and ugly.
+
+One day Baldur and the other gods were playing at their favourite game;
+Baldur stood as a target, and the others threw darts and stones at him,
+and hacked at him with swords and axes, for they knew nothing could hurt
+him, and they delighted to show how wonderful he was. When Loki saw
+this, he longed that Baldur might be hurt, and he determined to find out
+the secret of his safety. Then Loki changed himself into a lovely
+maiden, and went to the house of Freya, Baldur’s mother, who received
+him very kindly and asked whence he came. “From the place where the gods
+make a target of Baldur the good without harming him,” answered the
+false Loki.
+
+[Illustration: Color illustration of classical Norse figures testing
+Baldur's invulnerability in a forest, while the trickster Loki watches
+from a tree above a sprig of mistletoe.]
+
+“Ah,” said Freya, “neither metal nor wood can hurt Baldur, for all
+created things have promised that they will not touch him with evil.”
+“What,” exclaimed Loki, astonished and dismayed, “have all things sworn
+to spare Baldur?” “All things,” replied Freya, “except one little plant
+called mistletoe. I thought it so tender and feeble that I did not ask a
+promise from it.”
+
+Loki smiled to himself with secret joy, and leaving Freya as quickly as
+he could, he flew to the oak whereon grew the fatal mistletoe, and made
+a sharp dart of it. Then he hurried back to where the gods were still
+playing their odd game. There was a blind god among them called Hodur,
+who was standing apart, and to him Loki went and said: “Why do you not
+also throw something at Baldur?” “Because I am blind, and besides, I
+have nothing to throw,” replied he. “Come on,” said Loki, “and do as the
+rest do, and show honour to Baldur by throwing this twig at him.”
+
+[Illustration: A horizontal decorative divider line consisting of a
+sparse repeating pattern of small, curled mistletoe leaf fragments.]
+
+So saying, Loki put the dart of mistletoe into Hodur’s hand, and,
+directing his aim, flung it at Baldur, who, hit by the fatal plant, fell
+lifeless at once.
+
+All the gods were in despair at first, for the love which they bore to
+Baldur, and nearly killed Loki in their rage. Then together they
+resolved to bring back Baldur to life; and having done this, to prevent
+the mistletoe ever doing so much harm again, they dedicated it to his
+mother Freya, and the mistletoe was made to promise never to do any evil
+again as long as it did not touch the earth.
+
+That is why at Christmas, the time of joy and peace, mistletoe is hung
+up, and people kiss each other as they pass beneath it, for as long,
+they say, as it does not touch the ground, mistletoe brings happiness to
+those who pass under its leaves.
+
+[Illustration: A horizontal decorative divider line featuring three
+small pen-and-ink sketches of curled mistletoe leaf fragments arranged
+in an alternate sequence.]
+
+[Illustration: Color illustration of a classical man and woman on a
+grassy riverbank interacting with a group of four white swans near water
+lilies.]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Story header layout titled 'SWEET NARCISSUS' on a small
+scroll banner wrapped around a tall bundle of blooming narcissus flowers
+and long, blade-like leaves.]
+
+                               NARCISSUS.
+
+
+In Greece long ago there lived a beautiful youth called Narcissus. At
+his birth it was foretold that he should live happily until he beheld
+his own face.
+
+So he grew up, free from care, and light of heart, and was greatly
+beloved of all the lovely wood and water nymphs.
+
+But he paid little heed to them; for Narcissus was vain, and loved no
+one but himself.
+
+There was one nymph who loved him more dearly than the others, and her
+name was Echo. She was very lovely and graceful, and she did all in her
+power to win the heart of Narcissus. Alas! it was in vain; and at last
+poor Echo pined away till there was nothing left of her but her soft
+voice, that still answers from the glens and woodlands.
+
+His vanity was the unhappy cause of this sad event, for one day
+Narcissus had bent over a stream to drink, and, seeing his own face
+reflected in the clear water, he instantly fell in love with what he
+imagined to be a beautiful water nymph. From that moment Narcissus knew
+no peace or happiness. He determined to win her for his bride, but no
+answer could he ever obtain to all his passionate appeals. The beautiful
+face only mocked him as it imitated all his expressions.
+
+[Illustration: Story page layout titled 'ECHO' showing a woman's faded
+face blending into dark waves and long-stemmed narcissus flowers.]
+
+Every day he returned to the same spot, and sat gazing at his fancied
+love, till in despair he grew pale and thin, and at length pined away
+and died, or, as others say, perished in the very water pool which had
+charmed him with its reflections. Thus was poor Echo avenged, and the
+old prophecy made at his birth fulfilled.
+
+His name was not, however, to be forgotten, for, by the bank of the
+stream where he died, there sprang up the beautiful flowers that are
+called Narcissus to this day. And, when the nymphs came to place his
+body for the burning on the funeral pile they had raised, this was all
+they found.
+
+[Illustration: Color illustration of Jesus praying against a tree in a
+moonlit garden filled with red lilies, while a crowd of soldiers with
+swords approaches in the background.]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: A vertical or horizontal decorative page accent showing
+three minimal pen-and-ink line drawings of stylized lily flowers on
+braided leafy stems.]
+
+                              THE RED LILY
+
+
+Our Blessed Lord was walking in the Garden of Gethsemane, where there
+were many beautiful flowers growing, and each as He passed bowed its
+head in love and sympathy for Him in His hour of pain and sorrow.
+
+But when the tall white lily saw Him coming, she said to herself: “I
+will hold up my face for Him to look on, and the sight of my beauty will
+comfort Him; and I will not bow my head like all the other foolish
+flowers.”
+
+So when Our Blessed Lord came to where the lily was, erect in all her
+proud beauty, He stopped and looked at her, and the lily was so overcome
+with shame at having been so vain and boastful, that she blushed crimson
+and hung her head, as we see her descendants in the garden now.
+
+[Illustration: Color illustration set within a large blue heart shape,
+showing two winged cherub angels looking down from clouds onto a young
+child nestled among blooming lily of the valley stalks.]
+
+[Illustration: Flyleaf: Color illustration of six joyful, naked child
+figures emerging from the centers of blooming iris and yellow rose
+flowers, dancing below a brick wall where a young girl sits playing a
+violin.]
+
+[Illustration: A symmetrical, endpaper design featuring a repeating Art
+Nouveau grid pattern of stylized blue irises and yellow roses on a muted
+olive green background.]
+
+[Illustration: Back cover illustration featuring a central yellow
+circular vignette of a winged cherub sitting on the grass and playing a
+double pipe for a leaping baby goat.]
+
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+
+
+
+
+                          TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES
+
+
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+ ● The entire book was printed in landscape format.
+ ● Enclosed italics font in _underscores_.
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+
+<div class='tnotes covernote'>
+
+<p class='c000'><strong>Transcriber’s Note:</strong></p>
+
+<p class='c000'>New original cover art included with this eBook is granted to the public domain.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class='c001 figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/cover.jpg' alt='Illustrated cover of &#39;Flower Legends for Children&#39; featuring a girl in a lush lily garden flanked by ancient ruins.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_front_endpaper.jpg' alt='Endpaper: Illustration of a girl playing a cello on a brick wall while flower fairies dance below inside roses and irises.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_front_flyleaf.jpg' alt='Flyleaf: Nighttime illustration of flower fairies sleeping inside roses and irises while a young girl sleeps against her cello below a brick wall.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_half_title.jpg' alt='Illustrated half-title page for &#39;Flower Legends for Children&#39; showing two small fairies on a yellow banner above a field of pansies and white lilies.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+
+<div class='c001 figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_dedication.jpg' alt='Illustrated dedication page featuring a poem surrounded by hanging incense censers with white lilies on the left and bumblebees in a meadow on the right.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<div>
+  <h2 class='c002'>DEDICATION</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c003'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Fair, or less Fair, dear Child, as haply you may be,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Fashioned or straight or crooked, of low or high degree,</div>
+      <div class='line'>So be thou kind and good, this book is meant for <i>thee</i>.</div>
+      <div class='line'>For, of all blooms, the best and sweetest flowers for me</div>
+      <div class='line'>Are those whose beauty’s but the shrine of fragrant purity.</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, in the perfumed garden of GOD’S world, we see</div>
+      <div class='line'>That children, too, like flowers, may pour their incense free,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Swinging the smoking censers of their prayers that we</div>
+      <div class='line'>May homeward rise to heaven’s hive like swift gold-powdered bee.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in48'>J·S·E·</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<main>
+<div class='titlepage'>
+
+<div class='c001 figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_title.jpg' alt='Illustrated title page for &#39;Flower Legends for Children&#39; showing a woman gathering children on a lawn next to topiary hedges, with a castle in the background.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div>
+  <h1 class='c004'><span class='sc'>Flower       Legends           <span class='large'>For</span>       <span class='xlarge'>Children</span></span></h1>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-r c005'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in28'><span class='fss'>BY</span></div>
+      <div class='line in17'><span class='sc'>Hilda Murray</span></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in4'>PICTURED BY J · S · ELAND</div>
+      <div class='line'>PUBLISHED BY LONGMANS, GREEN, &#38; Cº</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>LONDON, NEW YORK, &#38; BOMBAY.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+
+<div class='c001 figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_contents.jpg' alt='Illustrated &#39;Contents&#39; banner showing winged cherubs packing and decorating an old cannon with ropes of flowers amidst ancient ruins.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<div>
+  <h2 class='c002'><span class='sc'>Contents</span></h2>
+</div>
+
+<table class='table0'>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c006'></td>
+    <th class='c007'>PAGE.</th>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c006'>THE MOSS ROSE</td>
+    <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_11'>11</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c006'>THE TULIP</td>
+    <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_15'>15</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c006'>THE FORGET-ME-NOT</td>
+    <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_21'>21</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c006'>ROSES RED AND WHITE</td>
+    <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_25'>25</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c006'>THE ROWAN</td>
+    <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_29'>29</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c006'>FLEUR-DE-LYS</td>
+    <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_30'>30</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c006'>THE ASPEN</td>
+    <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_33'>33</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c006'>THE HAWTHORN</td>
+    <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_34'>34</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c006'>THE ALMOND TREE</td>
+    <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_37'>37</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c006'>THE LAUREL</td>
+    <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_41'>41</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c006'>THE CHRISTMAS ROSE</td>
+    <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_45'>45</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c006'>THE POPLAR TREE</td>
+    <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_49'>49</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c006'>MISTLETOE</td>
+    <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_51'>51</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c006'>NARCISSUS</td>
+    <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_59'>59</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c006'>THE RED LILY</td>
+    <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_63'>63</a></td>
+  </tr>
+</table>
+
+<div class='c005 figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_008.jpg' alt='Black and white illustration of two winged cherubs, woodland rabbits, and a field mouse near a parchment bearing a short poem.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c008'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in12'>CHILD!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>To your little rose-shell ear</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hold the tender flowers near.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Listen, then, and they will tell</div>
+      <div class='line'>How they live in fairy dell:</div>
+      <div class='line'>They will kiss your gentle hand,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And tell you tales of Flower-land!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_010.jpg' alt='Illustration of a winged figure in a gold robe lounging on a high grassy cliff beneath a flowering tree, looking out over a sea of clouds under a crescent moon.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+
+<div class='c001 figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_011.jpg' alt='Illustrated story header banner for &#39;The Moss Rose&#39; featuring a black and white sketch of a rose and thorny leaves.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<div>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_11'>11</span>
+  <h2 class='c002'><span class='sc'>The Moss Rose</span></h2>
+</div>
+
+<p class='drop-capa0_0_7 c009'>Once upon a time, says the old legend, the angel whose
+work on earth was to guard the flowers, lay down one
+night to sleep under a rose tree. With gentle whisperings she lulled him to
+rest, and through the star-lit night waved perfumed branches over his head.</p>
+
+<p class='c010'>Day broke over the shadowy, mist-clad valley, and bars of orange-scarlet
+light touched the distant eastern peaks into gold. In the sky above was the morning
+star, and the crescent moon hung over all.</p>
+
+<p class='c010'>When he awoke, refreshed, the angel asked the rose what he could give her
+as a reward for the shelter she had given him, and for the sweet sleep he had
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_12'>12</span>enjoyed beneath her scented flowers. The
+rose blushed, and, looking more lovely still,
+made request that something might be added
+to her beauty.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_012.jpg' alt='Story page illustration showing a winged angel standing in a storm next to a tall rose plant, with a decorative floral border at the bottom.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c010'>The angel thought for a moment, wondering if it
+were possible to make her more lovely than she
+already was; and then he threw about her a veil
+of transparent fresh green moss, to protect her from
+the cold winds and rain, and from that day the
+moss rose has worn the angel’s gift.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_14'>14</span>
+<img src='images/i_014.jpg' alt='Illustration of butterfly-winged fairies tending to tiny human babies nestled inside large pink tulips in a garden field.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_15'>15</span></div>
+<div class='chapter'>
+
+<div class='c001 figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_015.jpg' alt='Illustrated story page for &#39;The Tulip&#39; featuring a black and white sketch of tall tulips framing two blocks of text.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+
+<div>
+  <h2 class='c002'>THE TULIP.</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c011'>
+  <img class='drop-capi' src='images/di_015.jpg' width='100' alt=''>
+</div><p class='drop-capi_8'>
+Once upon a time, there was an
+old woman who lived in a
+cottage set in the midst of a pretty
+garden, and in the garden was a bed
+of beautiful tulips.</p>
+
+<p class='c010'>Fairies and pixies are very fond
+of these flowers; and every night they
+brought their babies to put them to sleep under the
+tulips in the old woman’s garden, and the tulips sang
+and rocked the little pixies to sleep.</p>
+
+<p class='c010'><span class='pageno' id='Page_16'>16</span>As soon as the babies were asleep the fairy mothers
+and fathers would return to the fields, and there dance in
+moon-lit rings all night. When morning came they returned
+to the tulips to wake their little ones with gentle kisses.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_016.jpg' alt='Story page illustration showing an old man with a shovel looking down at a tiny fairy in a tulip bed, with a thatched cottage border on the right.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c010'>The tulips thus visited by the
+fairies kept fresh and beautiful much
+longer than any other flowers in the
+garden, and, strange to say, they also
+smelt as sweet as roses. The old
+woman was therefore so proud of her
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_17'>17</span>tulips that she never allowed anyone to touch them.
+One sad day, the old woman died, and an unkind man
+came to live in her cottage, who did not
+love flowers. He tore them all up,
+and planted a parsley bed instead;
+but he was well punished,
+for the fairies were so angry
+at the way he had treated their tulips that every night they danced and
+trampled on the parsley, so that it withered away. Indeed, they allowed
+nothing to grow in that garden for a long time.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_017.jpg' alt='Story page illustration showing a group of tiny fairies dancing on a lawn at night beneath a drooping yellow tulip while a snail plays a pan flute.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c010'><span class='pageno' id='Page_18'>18</span>The fairies, however, took great care of the grave where the old woman
+was buried, and mosses and grasses grew on it, and sweet wild flowers; and
+that was how they showed their gratitude to the old woman for keeping lovely
+tulips as cradles for their babies.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_20'>20</span>
+<img src='images/i_020.jpg' alt='Color illustration of a royal family in Renaissance attire on a riverbank, with a man gesturing toward swans and a castle on a distant hill.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_21'>21</span></div>
+<div class='chapter'>
+
+<div class='c001 figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_021.jpg' alt='Art Nouveau style decorative border panel featuring a symmetrical design of forget-me-not flowers, vines, and small yellow bows on a pale background.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<div>
+  <h2 class='c002'>THE FORGET-ME-NOT.</h2>
+</div>
+
+<p class='drop-capa0_0_7 c009'>A long time ago a knight and his lady were walking
+by the banks of a river, when suddenly they saw a
+spray of little blue flowers floating on the water not far from
+the bank, and it seemed as if they would soon be swept away
+by the quick-running stream.</p>
+
+<p class='c010'>The knight, loving well his lady, and thinking it would
+please her if he saved the flowers for her, jumped into the
+river and grasped them; but, alas, the current was too strong
+for him: and as he was swept past the poor lady, who was
+wringing her hands at the sight of her drowning knight,
+he threw the flowers at her feet, calling out “Forget-me-not,”
+and the little blue flowers have been called by that name
+to this day.</p>
+
+<p class='c010'><span class='pageno' id='Page_22'>22</span>There is another story connected in legend with the Forget-me-not, and
+it is this:—</p>
+
+<p class='c010'>When Adam and Eve were in the Garden of Eden, it is said, Adam
+gave all the flowers their names, and told them to be sure and remember
+what he called them.</p>
+
+<p class='c010'>One little flower, however, was careless and forgot its name. The next
+time Adam passed it in the Garden, in order to see if he was as short of
+memory as itself, the little flower called out to him: “By what name dost
+thou call me?” “Forget-me-not,” was Adam’s reply.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_24'>24</span>
+<img src='images/i_024.jpg' alt='Illustration of a crowned woman in a blue gown and red cloak dancing through a field of thorny wild roses beneath a swirling flock of small birds.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_25'>25</span>
+  <h2 class='c002'>ROSES RED AND WHITE.</h2>
+</div>
+
+<p class='drop-capa0_0_7 c009'>There was once a beautiful goddess called Venus, and she loved the handsome
+young god Adonis. Poor Adonis died from the wound of a wild
+boar he was hunting, and, when Venus heard of this, she ran grief-stricken
+through the woods in despair, to look for and aid her beloved Adonis.</p>
+
+<p class='c010'>As she was running along, her foot was pricked by a thorn, and the
+blood that flowed from the wound suddenly sprang up into a beautiful red rose.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_26'>26</span>
+<img src='images/i_026.jpg' alt='Story page illustration featuring a detailed black and white pen-and-ink sketch of blooming rose bushes.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c010'>Afterwards, Venus sat and wept
+because Adonis was dead; and where
+her tears fell on the ground there
+blossomed a lovely white rose.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_28'>28</span>
+<img src='images/i_028.jpg' alt='Illustration of six children in Edwardian clothing gathering bright red berries from a large rowan tree in a hilly landscape.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_29'>29</span></div>
+<div class='chapter'>
+
+<div class='c001 figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_029.jpg' alt='Story header titled &#39;The Rowan&#39; featuring a winged fairy child nestled among leafy rowan branches with red berries.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<div>
+  <h2 class='c002'><span class='sc'>The Rowan.</span></h2>
+</div>
+
+<p class='drop-capa0_0_7 c009'>All the fairies and pixies are very fond of this tree, with its beautiful scarlet
+berries, and people say the good fairies take special care of the children who
+carry a few of the berries in their pockets.</p>
+
+<p class='c010'>In Scotland, rowan trees are often planted near the cottages and cow-stables,
+and then it is supposed no wicked sprites or elves can harm those who live in them.</p>
+
+<p class='c010'>There is a legend in Norway about this tree that the great god, called Thor,
+one day was crossing a deep river, and looking for a stick to help him across, when
+he saw a rowan. He pulled it up and took it as a staff, and after that it was called
+Thor’s helper.</p>
+
+<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_30'>30</span></div>
+<div class='chapter'>
+
+<div class='c001 figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_030.jpg' alt='Story page titled &#39;Fleur-de-Lys&#39; with a black and white sketch of blooming irises on the upper left and three toads in the grass at the bottom left.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<div>
+  <h2 class='c002'>FLEUR-DE-LYS.</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c011'>
+  <img class='drop-capi' src='images/di_030.jpg' width='100' alt=''>
+</div><p class='drop-capi_8'>
+Many hundred years ago, there was a king of
+France named Clovis, whose coat-of-arms was
+three black toads. But, one night, an old hermit
+saw a most wonderful vision in his cell. An angel
+appeared to him, holding a shield of great beauty.
+Its colour was the blue of the sky, and on it were emblazoned three golden
+lilies. The hermit was told to give it to the wife of Clovis, Queen Clotilde;
+this he did, and Clovis took the three lilies as
+the emblem of France, instead of the three black
+toads. From the day he did so his armies were
+everywhere victorious.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_32'>32</span>
+<img src='images/i_032.jpg' alt='Illustration of a group of astonished woodcutters in eastern robes halting their work as a woman&#39;s face emerges from the trunk of a tree by a stream.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_33'>33</span>
+  <h2 class='c002'>THE ASPEN.</h2>
+</div>
+
+<p class='drop-capa0_0_7 c009'>This is a tree which has the peculiarity that its pale green leaves are never
+still for a moment, but are always quivering and trembling. The reason
+of this is a very sad one, and explains why the Aspen can never be at rest.
+We are told that the Cross of Our Blessed Lord was made of the wood of the
+Aspen, and that the poor tree was so terribly grieved to be used for such a
+purpose that it has trembled ever since.</p>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_34'>34</span>
+  <h2 class='c002'>THE HAWTHORN.</h2>
+</div>
+
+<p class='drop-capa0_0_7 c009'>The crown of thorns of Our Blessed Lord is said to have been
+made from this tree. It looks so fair in the May-time with
+its snow-like mantle of white blossoms, that it is only when quite
+close to it that the long cruel thorns are seen, thick on all its
+branches. The simple story goes on to say that as Our Lord
+was on His way to be crucified, a little bird lighted on His head,
+and with its beak pulled out one of the long
+thorns that were piercing His brow. The blood
+that flowed from the wound covered the bird’s
+breast and dyed it crimson. That
+dear little bird was no other than
+Robin Red-breast!</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_034.jpg' alt='Story page titled &#39;The Hawthorn&#39; featuring a black and white sketch of Jesus carrying the cross on the right and blooming hawthorn flowers at the bottom left.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_36'>36</span>
+<img src='images/i_036.jpg' alt='Illustration of a classical terrace overlooking the sea, featuring a woman in an veil shielding her eyes while others sit by a vine-draped statue.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_37'>37</span></div>
+<div class='chapter'>
+
+<div class='c001 figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_037.jpg' alt='Story header featuring a horizontal banner titled &#39;The Almond Tree&#39; entwined with a black and white sketch of blooming almond branches.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<div>
+  <h2 class='c002'><span class='fss'>THE ☆︎</span> ALMOND TREE</h2>
+</div>
+
+<p class='drop-capa0_0_7 c009'>There is a charming story about the
+almond tree in Grecian history. A
+young Greek, called Demophoon, was on his
+way home from the siege of Troy; but as
+the ship passed the shores of Thrace, there
+was a great storm, and he was shipwrecked.</p>
+
+<p class='c010'>Now the King of Thrace had a beautiful
+daughter, named Phyllis, who received
+Demophoon with kindness, and he fell in
+love with her, and she promised to marry him.</p>
+
+<p class='c010'>Before the wedding Demophoon said he must go to his country to get his
+palace ready for his beautiful princess.</p>
+
+<p class='c010'><span class='pageno' id='Page_38'>38</span>Away he went in another ship, and the princess was quite happy at first as
+Demophoon had promised to return very soon, but time went on and he never came.
+The princess watched and waited, but in vain; and, in course of time, as Demophoon
+never returned, she became very thin and ill, and, at last, she died.</p>
+
+<p class='c010'>Then because she had been so faithful and constant to the unworthy Demophoon
+the fairies changed her into a beautiful almond tree.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_40'>40</span>
+<img src='images/i_040.jpg' alt='Vibrant color illustration of a young Greek musician with a lyre and a flying cloak running toward a woman whose body is morphing into a leafy laurel bush.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_41'>41</span></div>
+<div class='chapter'>
+
+<div class='c001 figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_041.jpg' alt='Story header titled &#39;The Laurel&#39; with a large decorative initial &#39;T&#39; and a illustration of laurel leaf clusters.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<div>
+  <h2 class='c002'>THE LAUREL</h2>
+</div>
+
+<p class='drop-capa0_0_7 c009'>Daphne was a young Greek goddess, and Apollo, the god of the sun, fell
+desperately in love with her. But, charming as Apollo was, Daphne did
+not like him, and whenever she saw him she ran away.</p>
+
+<p class='c010'>One day she was flying through the woods to escape from Apollo, and,
+terrified lest he should overtake her, she implored the water gods to change her
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_42'>42</span>form. No sooner had she expressed this wish, than her feet became fastened
+to the ground, and lengthened themselves into roots, her hair turned into leaves,
+and her arms to boughs, so that when Apollo came to where he had last seen
+her running from him, he found instead a beautiful laurel tree.</p>
+
+<p class='c010'>Then Apollo declared that as she was no longer Daphne, and, therefore,
+could not be his love, as a laurel she should be his tree, and that a crown of
+her leaves should be the reward of the highest honour and fame.</p>
+
+<p class='c010'>Apollo further declared that her boughs should never be bare in winter-time,
+but should always be clothed with glistening emerald leaves.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_44'>44</span>
+<img src='images/i_044.jpg' alt='Color illustration of a radiant, winged angel holding white lilies and appearing to a young shepherd with a flock of sheep under a starry night sky.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_45'>45</span></div>
+<div class='chapter'>
+
+<div class='c001 figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_045.jpg' alt='Story header titled &#39;The Christmas Rose&#39; featuring a dense black and white sketch of blooming hellebore flowers draped over a textured banner.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<div>
+  <h2 class='c002'><span class='sc'>The Christmas Rose</span></h2>
+</div>
+
+<p class='drop-capa0_0_7 c009'>Among the shepherds who watched their flocks on the first Christmas night,
+was a little maiden, and when she saw the bright star in the East, and the
+Wise Men on their way to Bethlehem, she followed them to see whither they
+went. She saw these old men go down on bended knee before the Babe lying
+in His manger cradle, and bring out rare and beautiful gifts to lay before Him.
+Then the little maid’s heart yearned towards the Babe, and she too longed to lay
+some offering before Him, but she was poor and had neither gold nor silver with
+which to buy gifts. So she turned sadly away, and went back to guard her sheep.
+Suddenly she saw a bright light, and in the midst of the light an angel stood, whose
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_46'>46</span>raiment shone like glittering snow, and whose face was so fair and gentle that the
+little maid knew no fear.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_046a.jpg' alt='A horizontal black and white line-art header banner featuring a dense, repeating arrangement of blooming Christmas rose hellebore flowers and dark, veined foliage.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c008'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>“The angel spoke, his voice was low and sweet</div>
+      <div class='line in4'>As the sea’s murmur on low-lying shore,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Or whisper of the wind in ripened wheat;”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c012'>and he asked the maiden why she looked so downcast. She told him of her wish, and
+how she had nothing to give the Holy Child. Without a word, the angel touched the
+ground with the branch of waving lilies he held in his hand, and immediately the field
+was white with lovely flowers. The little maid at once gathered many of them, and,
+running back to the stable, laid them very near the Babe, who smiled at her and
+stretched out His tiny hands to the flowers. Then the little shepherdess’s heart was
+glad, and she returned this time to her flocks full of joy, and thanking God that He
+had given her her heart’s desire. And the angel’s flowers were the Christmas Roses.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_046b.jpg' alt='A clean horizontal decorative footer banner composed of an alternating repeating pattern of single hellebore flowers and individual five-pointed leaves.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_48'>48</span>
+<img src='images/i_048.jpg' alt='Color illustration of Hermes with his caduceus and spear standing in an enchanted forest, looking at a tree spirit surrounded by floating silver spoons.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_49'>49</span></div>
+<div class='chapter'>
+
+<div class='c001 figright id002'>
+<img src='images/i_049.jpg' alt='Color illustration of an ornate golden spoon handle shaped like the figure Ganymede, supporting a large blue spoon bowl that contains a reflection of green trees.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+  <h2 class='c002'>THE POPLAR TREE.</h2>
+</div>
+
+<p class='drop-capa0_0_7 c009'>Once upon a time, Jupiter had some beautiful silver spoons stolen from him. Knowing
+that one of the trees of the forest was the thief, he called Ganymede, his cupbearer,
+and told him to go and find out which tree had done this wrong thing, so that he might
+recover the spoons and punish the thief.</p>
+
+<p class='c010'>Off went Ganymede into the forest, and first he went to the oak: “My lord Jupiter’s
+silver spoons have been stolen, and one of the trees of the forest has taken them. I have
+come to find the spoons and the thief; Oak, do you know anything of this matter?” But
+the oak shook all his great branches and his breath roared through them with rage. Said he:
+“I am king of the trees, and have thousands of golden cups and emerald plates; why should
+I be accused of stealing common silver spoons? I have never even heard of them.”</p>
+
+<p class='c010'>So Ganymede bowed low, made his apology, and passed on. Next he went to a
+lovely birch, and of her he asked the same question; but the birch drew herself up haughtily
+and answered: “I have silver enough of my own without stealing other people’s. I know
+nothing about my lord Jupiter’s spoons.” Again Ganymede bowed low, asking the lady of the
+forest to pardon him, and went on to the other trees.</p>
+
+<p class='c010'><span class='pageno' id='Page_50'>50</span>The beech tree showered thousands of prickly nuts on him for his pains; the elm tree nearly blew him off the
+earth at such an insulting question, and the fir tree pelted him with cones.</p>
+
+<p class='c010'>At last Ganymede came to the poplar: “Dear me,” answered this tree, in reply to the cupbearer’s question, “How
+very shocking to think that any tree could do such a dreadful thing as to steal my lord Jupiter’s spoons. Well, whoever
+it is, it is not I.”</p>
+
+<p class='c010'>To make Ganymede believe how innocent he was, the poplar threw up all his branches to show he could not be
+hiding the spoons anywhere, but he had not tucked them away safe enough, and as he held up his arms, out clattered the
+spoons on every side.</p>
+
+<p class='c010'>Ganymede picked them up, and ran back to Jupiter. He told him that the poplar was not only a thief but a
+story-teller. Jupiter was so angry that he punished the poplar by making him hold up his branches for evermore.</p>
+
+<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_51'>51</span></div>
+<div class='chapter'>
+
+<div class='c001 figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_051.jpg' alt='Story page layout titled &#39;MISTLETOE&#39; featuring small clusters of white berries on a blue background and a large detailed sketch of tangled mistletoe branches.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<div>
+  <h2 class='c002'>MISTLETOE</h2>
+</div>
+
+<p class='drop-capa0_0_7 c009'>Once, in Norway, there was a handsome
+young god called Baldur. So good and
+universally beloved was he that his mother,
+Freya, terrified lest something dreadful
+should happen to him, determined to take an oath from all things
+created that they would do no harm to her son. She asked fire,
+water, earth, iron, stones, trees, beasts, birds, insects, poisons, and diseases, and each
+promised it would never hurt Baldur. There was only one thing Freya passed over,
+and that was a bunch of mistletoe growing on an old gnarled oak, near the palace of
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_52'>52</span>the gods; it looked so soft and innocent and powerless, with its clinging green and
+white berries, that she thought it could harm no one.</p>
+
+<div  class='figleft id003'>
+<img src='images/i_052.jpg' alt='A minimal black and white line-art sketch of a single small mistletoe sprig with narrow leaves and clusters of round white berries.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c010'>Now there was a very bad spirit in Norway, called Loki, who
+was always trying to do mischief and make others unhappy. Loki
+hated Baldur on account of his goodness and beauty, for he himself
+was wicked and ugly.</p>
+
+<p class='c010'>One day Baldur and the other gods were playing at their favourite game;
+Baldur stood as a target, and the others threw darts and stones at him, and hacked
+at him with swords and axes, for they knew nothing could hurt him, and they
+delighted to show how wonderful he was. When Loki saw this, he longed that
+Baldur might be hurt, and he determined to find out the secret of his safety. Then
+Loki changed himself into a lovely maiden, and went to the house of Freya, Baldur’s
+mother, who received him very kindly and asked whence he came. “From the
+place where the gods make a target of Baldur the good without harming him,”
+answered the false Loki.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_53'>53</span>
+<img src='images/i_053.jpg' alt='Color illustration of classical Norse figures testing Baldur&#39;s invulnerability in a forest, while the trickster Loki watches from a tree above a sprig of mistletoe.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c010'><span class='pageno' id='Page_55'>55</span>“Ah,” said Freya, “neither metal nor wood can hurt Baldur, for all created
+things have promised that they will not touch him with evil.” “What,” exclaimed
+Loki, astonished and dismayed, “have all things sworn to spare Baldur?” “All
+things,” replied Freya, “except one little plant called mistletoe. I thought it so tender
+and feeble that I did not ask a promise from it.”</p>
+
+<p class='c010'>Loki smiled to himself with secret joy, and leaving Freya as quickly as he could,
+he flew to the oak whereon grew the fatal mistletoe, and made a sharp dart of it.
+Then he hurried back to where the gods were still playing their odd game. There
+was a blind god among them called Hodur, who was standing apart, and to him
+Loki went and said: “Why do you not also throw something at Baldur?” “Because
+I am blind, and besides, I have nothing to throw,” replied he. “Come on,” said Loki,
+“and do as the rest do, and show honour to Baldur by throwing this twig at him.”</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_055.jpg' alt='A horizontal decorative divider line consisting of a sparse repeating pattern of small, curled mistletoe leaf fragments.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c010'><span class='pageno' id='Page_56'>56</span>So saying, Loki put the dart of mistletoe into Hodur’s hand, and, directing
+his aim, flung it at Baldur, who, hit by the fatal plant, fell lifeless at once.</p>
+
+<p class='c010'>All the gods were in despair at first, for the love which they bore to Baldur, and
+nearly killed Loki in their rage. Then together they resolved to bring back Baldur
+to life; and having done this, to prevent the mistletoe ever doing so much harm
+again, they dedicated it to his mother Freya, and the mistletoe was made to promise
+never to do any evil again as long as it did not touch the earth.</p>
+
+<p class='c010'>That is why at Christmas, the time of joy and peace, mistletoe is hung up, and
+people kiss each other as they pass beneath it, for as long, they say, as it does not
+touch the ground, mistletoe brings happiness to those who pass under its leaves.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_056.jpg' alt='A horizontal decorative divider line featuring three small pen-and-ink sketches of curled mistletoe leaf fragments arranged in an alternate sequence.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_58'>58</span>
+<img src='images/i_058.jpg' alt='Color illustration of a classical man and woman on a grassy riverbank interacting with a group of four white swans near water lilies.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_59'>59</span></div>
+<div class='chapter'>
+
+<div class='c001 figleft id002'>
+<img src='images/i_059.jpg' alt='Story header layout titled &#39;SWEET NARCISSUS&#39; on a small scroll banner wrapped around a tall bundle of blooming narcissus flowers and long, blade-like leaves.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+
+<div>
+  <h2 class='c002'>NARCISSUS.</h2>
+</div>
+
+<p class='drop-capa0_0_7 c009'>In Greece long ago there lived a beautiful youth called Narcissus.
+At his birth it was foretold that he should live happily until
+he beheld his own face.</p>
+
+<p class='c010'>So he grew up, free from care, and light of heart, and was greatly
+beloved of all the lovely wood and water nymphs.</p>
+
+<p class='c010'>But he paid little heed to them; for Narcissus was vain, and
+loved no one but himself.</p>
+
+<p class='c010'>There was one nymph who loved him more dearly than the others,
+and her name was Echo. She was very lovely and graceful, and she
+did all in her power to win the heart of Narcissus. Alas! it was in
+vain; and at last poor Echo pined away till there was nothing left of
+her but her soft voice, that still answers from the glens and woodlands.</p>
+
+<p class='c010'>His vanity was the unhappy cause of this sad event, for one day
+Narcissus had bent over a stream to drink, and, seeing his own face
+reflected in the clear water, he instantly fell in love with what he
+imagined to be a beautiful water nymph. From that moment Narcissus
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_60'>60</span>knew no peace or happiness. He determined to win her for his bride, but no answer could he
+ever obtain to all his passionate appeals. The beautiful face only mocked him as it imitated all
+his expressions.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_060.jpg' alt='Story page layout titled &#39;ECHO&#39; showing a woman&#39;s faded face blending into dark waves and long-stemmed narcissus flowers.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c010'>Every day he returned to the same spot, and sat gazing at his fancied love, till in despair
+he grew pale and thin, and at length pined away and died, or, as others say, perished in the
+very water pool which had charmed him with its reflections. Thus was poor Echo avenged, and
+the old prophecy made at his birth fulfilled.</p>
+
+<p class='c010'>His name was not, however, to be forgotten, for, by the bank of the stream where he died,
+there sprang up the beautiful flowers that are called Narcissus to this day. And, when the nymphs
+came to place his body for the burning on the funeral pile they had raised, this was all they found.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_62'>62</span>
+<img src='images/i_062.jpg' alt='Color illustration of Jesus praying against a tree in a moonlit garden filled with red lilies, while a crowd of soldiers with swords approaches in the background.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_63'>63</span></div>
+<div class='chapter'>
+
+<div class='c001 figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_063.jpg' alt='A vertical or horizontal decorative page accent showing three minimal pen-and-ink line drawings of stylized lily flowers on braided leafy stems.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<div>
+  <h2 class='c002'><span class='sc'>The Red Lily</span></h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c011'>
+  <img class='drop-capi' src='images/di_063.jpg' width='100' alt=''>
+</div><p class='drop-capi_8'>
+Our Blessed Lord was walking in the Garden of Gethsemane,
+where there were many beautiful flowers growing, and each as He passed bowed
+its head in love and sympathy for Him in His hour of pain and sorrow.</p>
+
+<p class='c010'>But when the tall white lily saw Him coming, she said to herself: “I
+will hold up my face for Him to look on, and the sight of my beauty will comfort
+Him; and I will not bow my head like all the other foolish flowers.”</p>
+
+<p class='c010'>So when Our Blessed Lord came to where the lily was, erect in all her
+proud beauty, He stopped and looked at her, and the lily was so overcome with
+shame at having been so vain and boastful, that she blushed crimson and hung her
+head, as we see her descendants in the garden now.</p>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id004'>
+<img src='images/i_064.jpg' alt='Color illustration set within a large blue heart shape, showing two winged cherub angels looking down from clouds onto a young child nestled among blooming lily of the valley stalks.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_back_flyleaf.jpg' alt='Flyleaf: Color illustration of six joyful, naked child figures emerging from the centers of blooming iris and yellow rose flowers, dancing below a brick wall where a young girl sits playing a violin.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i_back_endpaper.jpg' alt='A symmetrical, endpaper design featuring a repeating Art Nouveau grid pattern of stylized blue irises and yellow roses on a muted olive green background.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div  class='figcenter id004'>
+<img src='images/i_back_cover.jpg' alt='Back cover illustration featuring a central yellow circular vignette of a winged cherub sitting on the grass and playing a double pipe for a leaping baby goat.' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+</main>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c013'>
+</div>
+<div class='tnotes x-ebookmaker'>
+
+<div class='chapter ph2'>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c001'>
+    <div>TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+
+ <ul class='ul_1 c005'>
+    <li>Fixed typos; non-standard spelling and dialect retained.
+
+    </li>
+    <li>The entire book was printed in landscape format.
+    </li>
+  </ul>
+
+</div>
+<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 78952 ***</div>
+</body>
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