Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 Gammer Grethel
 Evening the First
 Evening the Second
 Evening the Third
 Evening the Fourth
 Evening the Fifth
 Evening the Sixth
 Evening the Seventh
 Evening the Eighth
 Evening the Ninth
 Evening the Tenth
 Evening the Eleventh
 Evening the Twelfth
 Back Matter
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German fairy tales and popular stories
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 Material Information
Title: German fairy tales and popular stories as told by Gammer Grethel
Uniform Title: Kinder- und Hausmärchen
Physical Description: <2>, xii, 306 p., <1> leaf of plates : ill. ; 20 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Grimm, Wilhelm, 1786-1859
Grimm, Jacob, 1785-1863
Taylor, Edgar, 1793-1839
Cruikshank, George, 1792-1878
Grimm, Ludwig Emil, 1790-1863
Bohn, Henry G ( Henry George ), 1796-1884
Barclay, George
Publisher: H.G. Bohn
Place of Publication: London
Manufacturer: G. Barclay
Publication Date: 1856
Subjects / Keywords: Fairy tales -- 1856   ( rbgenr )
Folk tales -- Germany -- 1856   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1856
Genre: Fairy tales   ( rbgenr )
Folk tales   ( rbgenr )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
General Note: Taylor's translations with Cruikshank's illustrations first appeared under the title: German popular stories, 1823-1826, cf. A.M. Cohn, George Cruikshank, no. 369 and NUC pre-1956, 219:109 and passim.
General Note: Illustrations engraved by Byfield.
Statement of Responsibility: translated from the collection of MM. Grimm, by Edgar Taylor ; with illustrations by George Cruikshank and Ludwig Grimm.
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Classification: lcc - PZ8.G882 Gd
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
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    Front Matter
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    Title Page
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Prntod by G. BABRLAY, Castle St. Leicester Sq.


NEALY fifteen years ago the English public had its
first regular introduction to the curious and amusing po-
pular Tales circulating among the Germans, as collected, and
so admirably edited, by the learned and excellent MM.
Grimm, brethren not only in kindred but in literary taste
and industry.
Another race of that class of readers for whose enter-
tainment such stories are more peculiarly adapted has since
arisen, and the Translators have been induced once again to
resort to the sources from whence they drew their former
supply, for the purpose of re arranging, revising, and adding
to their budget, so as to produce it in a new form, and with
the omission of those parts for which it is probable least
interest will be felt.
Such as it is, they present their compilation to their
young friends, and will add, in substance, a few of the
observations which they before prefixed in explanation of
They admit, as they did then, that they were first in-
duced to compile this little work by the eager relish with
which a few of the tales were received by the young friends
to whom they were narrated. In this feeling the Trans-
lators did not hesitate to avow their own participation;
added years have left them pretty much in the same posi-
tion; and Sir Walter Scott, in his letter to one of thb
translators (which will be found at the end of this volume),
has given to their feelings the sanction of his weighty
authority. Popular fictions and traditions are somewhat
gone out of fashion; yet most will own them to be asso-
ciated with the brightest recollections of their youth. They


are, like the Christmas Pantomime, ostensibly brought forth
to ticlde the palate of the young, but are often received
with as keen an appetite by those of graver years. There
is, moreover, a debt of gratitude due to these ancient
friends and comforters. They have been the revivers of
drowsy age at midnight; old and young have with such
tales chimed mattins till the cock crew in the morning;
batchelors and maides have compassed the Christmas fire-
block till the curfew bell rang candle out: the old shep-
heard and the young plow-boy, after their dave's labor, have
carold out the same to make them merrye with; and who
but they have made long nights seem short, and heavy
toyles easie ?"
Much might be urged aWainst that too rigid and philo-
sophic (we may rather say, unphilosophic) exclusion of works
of fancy and fiction from the libraries of children, which is
advocated by some. Our imagination is surely as suscep-
tible of improvement by exercise as our judgment or our
memory; and so long as such fictions only are presented
to the young mind as do not interfere with the important
department of moral education, there can surely be no ob-
jection to the pleasurable employment of a faculty in which
so much of our happiness in every period of life consists.
But the amusement of the hour was not the Transla-
tors' only object. The rich collection from which the fol-
lowing tales are selected is very interesting in a literary
point of view, as affording a new proof of the wide and
early diffusion of these gay creations of the imagination;
apparently flowing from some great and mysterious foun-
tain-head, whence Calmuck, Russian, Celt, Scandinavian,
and German, in their various ramifications, have imbibed
their earliest lessons of moral instruction.
It is probably owing principally to accidental causes that
some countries have carefully preserved their ancient stores
of fiction, while they have been suffered, in England, to
pass to oblivion or corruption, notwithstanding the patriotic
example of a few such names as Hearne, Spelman, and Le
Neve; who did not disdain to turn towards them the light
of their carefully-trimmed lamp, scanty and ill-furnished as
it often was. A very interesting and ingenious article in.


the Quarterly Review" (No. XL.), to which the Trans-
lators readily acknowledge their particular obligations, first
revived attention to the subject, and showed how wide a
field lay open, interesting to the antiquarian as well as to
the reader who only seeks annrEL,-uut
Since that period, and especially since the appearance
of the Translators' first publication, the subject has been
actively' enough investigated. Mr. Keightley, in his
' Fairy Mythology and his Tales and Popular Fictions,"
has pretty well exhausted the subject, and has elevated it
into a branch of literary science, from which probably the
public will be glad to turn to the practical and more
amusing form in which the stories themselves elucidate
their own nature and history.
The collection from which the following Tales are
mainly taken is one of great extent, obtained for the most
part by MM. Grimm from the mouths of German peasants.
The result of their labours ought to be peculiarly interest-
ing to English readers, inasmuch as many of their national
tales are proved to be of the highest northern antiquity,
and common to the parallel classes of society in countries
whose populations have been long and widely disjoined.
Strange to say, "Jack, commonly called the Giant-killer,
and Thomas Thumb," as the Quarterly Reviewer observes,
"landed in England from the very same hulls and war-
ships which conveyed Hengist and Horsa, and Ebba the
Saxon." The Cat, whose identity and London citizenship,
in the story of Whittington, appeared so certain; Tom
Thumb, whose parentage Hearne had traced; and the
Giant-destroyer of Tylney, are equally renowned among the
humblest inhabitants of Munster and Paderborn.
The connexion between the popular tales of remote and
unconnected regions is very remarkable, in the richest col-
lection of this sort of narrative which any country can
boast- disguised as it is under a bombastic and almost un-
readable style-we mean the Pentamerone, overo Trat-
tenemiento de li Piccerille,"-" Fun for the Little Ones,"-
published by Giov. Battista Basile, early in the 17th cen-
tury, as compiled from the stories current among the Nea-
politans. It is singular that the German and the Neapolitan


tales (though the latter were till lately quite unknown
to foreigners, and never, we believe, translated), bear the
strongest and most minute resemblances. The elements
of some of "The Nights [f~tti piacevoli] of Straparola "
were published first in 1556; but in the latter collection
this class of fictions occupies apparently only an accidental
station, the bulk of his tales being of the Italian School of
Novelle. The Pentamerone seems drawn from original
sources, and was probably compiled without any knowledge
of Straparola, although the latter is earlier in date. The
two works have only four pieces in common. The French
" Contes des Fees" have many points in common with the
Pentamerone and the German Stories.
The nature and immediate design of the present pub-
lication exclude the introduction of some of those stories
which would, in a literary point of view, be most curious.
With a view to variety, the Translators have rather avoided
than selected those, the leading incidents of which are
already familiar to the English reader; and have therefore
often deprived themselves of the interest which comparison
would afford. There were also many stories of great merit,
and tending highly to the elucidation of ancient mythology,
customs, and opinions, which the fastidiousness of modern
taste, especially in works likely to attract the attention
of youth, warned them to pass by. In those tales which
they have selected they have occasionally made variations
which divers considerations dictated. They have, however,
generally noticed these variations, when they are substan-
tial, in the Notes ; but, in most cases, the alteration con-
sists merely in the curtailment of adventures or details,
not .affecting the main plot or character of the story ; or
amounts to little more than the license necessarily.taken
in recounting a popular story, according to the humour of
the reciter.
A few Notes are added, but the Translators trust it will
always be borne in mind that their little work makes no
literary pretensions; that its immediate design precludes
several of the subjects which would be most attractive to
many as matters of research; that professedly critical dis-
sertations would therefore be out of place; and that auch


subjects have, as before observed, been abundantly eluci-
dated in works professedly directed to that object.
With regard to style, the Translators have been anxious
to adopt that which they havg ever found, by experience,
most suitable to the class of reader. whose tastes and ca-
pacities they had mainly in view; and, indeed, that which
appears in every respect best adapted to the subject-
namely, the purely English elements of our language.
From these they have very rarely, and only under the
pressure of almost absolute necessity, departed.

Our GAMMER GRETHEL, the supposed narrator of the
stories, in fact lived, though under a different name. She
was the Frau Viehmiinnin, the wife of a peasant in the
neighbourhood of Hesse-Cassel, and from her mouth a great
portion of the stories were written down by MM. Grimm.
She died not long after MM. Grimm's first publication,
her family having suffered much in the latter part of the
last French war. M. Ludwig Grimm himself sketched her
intelligent and characteristic features for the frontispiece
to a later edition of his brother's collection; and we, with
great satisfaction, place a copy of it at the head of this
volume. His designs, also, form the bases of our illustrations
of ROSE-BUD, THE GOOSE-GIRL tailpiecee), SNOWDROP, and
HANSEL AND GRETHEL. Most of the others are from the
old designs of Geo. Cruikshank; the whole being now
engraved on wood by Byfield.

OH, the happy, happy season,
Ere bright Fancy bent to Reason;
When the spirit of our stories
Filled the mind with unseen glories;
Told of creatures of the air,
Spirits, fairies, goblins, rare,
Guarding man with tenderest care;
When before the blazinghearth,
Listening to the tale of mirth,
Sons and daughters, mother, sire,
Neighbours, all drew round the fire;
Lending open ear and faith
To what some learned gossip saith !
But the fays and all are gone,
Reason, Reason, reigns alone;
Every grace and charm is fled,
All by dulness banished !
Thus we ponder, slow and sad,
After Truth the world is mad;
Ah, believe me, Error too
Hath its charms, nor small, nor few.






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GAMMER GRETHEL was an honest, good-humoured
farmer's wife, who, a while ago, lived far off in
She knew all the good stories that were told in
that country; and every evening about Christmas time
the boys and girls of the neighbourhood gathered round
her to hear her tell them some of her budget of strange


One Christmas, being in that part of the world,
I joined the party; and begged her to let-me write
down- what I heard, for the benefit of my young friends
in England. And so, for twelve merry evenings, be-
ginning with Christmas eve, we met and listened to
her budget.
Many a time have my acquaintances, of both sexes,
called for a chapter out of my Tale-book: and as I
have reason to think that there may be a great many
more-not only of boys and girls, but of men and
women too-than I know, or should like the trouble
of reading to, who would be glad to have been of
Gammer Grethel's party, or at least would- like to
know how it was that she so much amused her friends,
I at last resolved to print the collection, for the benefit
of all those who may wish to read it.
And so, Gentle Reader," as a worthy old writer
has said with regard to some similar matter of amuse-
ment, "craving thy kind acceptance, I wish thee as
much willingness to the reading, as I have been forward
in the printing: and so I end,-Farewell."




THERE was a man who had three sons. The youngest
was called Dummling which is much the same
as Dunderhead, for all thought he was more than

Die Goldene Gans of Grimm; from Hesse and Paderborn.
"The manner in which Loke, in the Edda, hangs to the eagle is,"
MM. Grimm observe, better understood after a perusal of the story
of the Golden Goose, to which the lads and lasseswho touch it adhere."
-Quart. Rev. XLI. They add that the Golden Goose, buried at the
root of an oak, and fated to be the reward of virtue, and to bring


half a fool-and he was at all times mocked and ill-
treated by the whole household.
It happened that the eldest son took it into his
head one day to go into the wood to cut fuel; and
his mother gave him a nice pasty and a bottle of
wine to take with him, that he might refresh himself
at his work. As he went into the wood, a little old
man bid him good day, and said, "Give me a little
piece of meat from your plate, and a little wine out of
your bottle, for I am very hungry and thirsty." But
this clever young man said, Give you my meat and
wine? No, I thank you, I should not have enough
left for myself:" and away he went. He soon began
to cut down a tree; but he had not worked long
before he' missed his stroke, and cut himself, and was
forced to go home to have the wound dressed. Now it
was the little old man that sent him this mischief.
Next went out the second son to work: and his
mother gave him too a pasty and a bottle of wine. And
the same little old man met him also, and asked him
blessing on its owner, seems only one of the various types by which,
in these tales, happiness, wealth, and power, are conferred on the
favourites of fortune. The prize is here poetically described as so
attractive, that whatever approaches clings to it as to a magnet.
The Dummling is drawn with his usial characteristics; he is some-
times inferior in stature, sometimes in intellect, and at other times in
both: his resemblance to the Diiumling or Thumbling is obvious; and
though his name has now an independent meaning, we should suspcct
it to have been originally the same: unless the appearance of the
characterin the Pentamerone, iii. 8, by the unambiguous name of" Lo
Gnorante," be against our theory. We leave this singular personage
in the hands of MM. Grimm; referring also to the Altdeutsche
I I older, where our hero is pointed out as appearing under the appel-
lation of "Dummeklare," in the Romance of Parcifal.


for something to eat and drink. But he too thought
himself very clever, and said, "The more you eat the
less there would be for me: so go your way!" The
little man took care that he too should have his re-
ward, and the second stroke that he aimed against a
tree hit him on the leg; so that he too was forced to
go home.
Then Dummling said, "Father, I should like to
go and cut wood too." But his father said, "Your
brothers have both lamed themselves; you had better
stay at home, for you know nothing about the business
of wood-cutting." But Dummling was very pressing;
and at last his father said, Go your way you will be
wiser when you have smarted for your folly." And his
mother gave him only some dry bread and a bottle of
sour beer. But when he went into the wood, he met
the little old man, who said, "Give me some meat and
drink, for I am very hungry and thirsty." Dummling
said, "I have only dry bread and sour beer; if that
will suit you we will sit down and eat it, such as it is,
together." So they sat down; and when the lad
pulled out his bread, behold it was turned into a rich
pasty: and his sour beer, when they tasted it, was de-
lightful wine. They ate and drank heartily; and when
they had done, the little man said, As you have a kind
heart, and have been willing to share everything with
me, I will send a blessing upon you. There stands an
old tree; cut it down, and you will find something at
the root." Then he took his leave, and went his way.
Dummling set to work, and cut down the tree; and
when it fell, he found, in a hollow under the roots, a


goose with feathers of pure gold. He took it up, and
went on to a little inn by the roadside, where he
thought to sleep for the night on his way home. Now
the landlord had three daughters; and when they saw
the goose they were very eager to look what this won-
derful bird could be, and wished very much to pluck
one of the feathers out of its tail. At last the eldest
said, "I must and will have a feather." So she waited
till Dummling was gone to bed, and then seized the
goose by the wing; but to her great wonder there she
stuck, for neither hand nor finger could she get away
again. Then in came the second sister, and thought
to have a feather too; but the moment she touched.her
sister, there she too hung fast. At last came the third,
and she also wanted a feather; but the other two cried
out, "Keep away! for Heaven's sake, keep away!"
However, she did not understand what they meant.
"If they are there," thought she, "I may as well be
there too." So she went up to them; but the moment
she touched her sisters she stuck fast, and hung to the
goose, as they did. And so they kept company with
the goose all night in the cold.
The next morning Dummling got up and carried off
the goose under his arm. He took no notice at all of
the three girls, but went out with them sticking fast
behind. So wherever he travelled, they too were forced
to follow, whether they would or no, as fast as their
legs could parry them.
In the middle of a field the parson met them; and
when he saw the train, he said, "Are you not ashamed
of yourselves, you bold girls, to run after a young man


in that way over the fields ? Is that good behaviour ?"
Then he took the youngest by the hand to lead her
away; but as soon as he touched her he too hung fast,
and followed in the train; though sorely against his
will, for he was not only in rather too good plight for
running fast, but just then he had a little touch of the
gout in the great toe of his right foot. By and bye
up came the clerk; and when he saw his master, the
parson, running after the three girls, he wondered
greatly, and said, "Holla! holla! your reverence!
whither so fast? there is a christening to-day." Then
he ran up and took him by the gown; when, lo and
behold, he stuck fast too. As the five were thus trudging
along, one behind another, they met two labourers
with their mattocks coming from work; and the
parson cried out lustily to them to help him. But
scarcely had they laid hands on him, when they too fell
into the rank; and so they made seven, all running
together after Dummling and his goose.
Now Dummling thought he would see a little of the
world before he went home; so he and his train jour-
neyed on, till at last they came to a city where there
was a king who had an only daughter. The princess
was of so thoughtful and moody a turn of mind that no
one could make her laugh; and the king had made
known to all the world, that whoever could make her
laugh should have her for his wife. When the young
man heard this, he went to her, with his goose and all
its train; and as soon as she saw the seven all hanging
together, and running along, treading on each other's
heels, she could not help bursting into a long and loud


laugh. Then Dummling claimed her for his wife, and
married her; and he was heir to the kingdom, and
lived long and happily with his wife.
But what became of the goose and the goose's tail,
I never could hear.


THERE was once a fisherman who. lived with his
wife in a pigstye, close by the sea-side. The fisherman
used to go out all day long a-fishing; and one day, as
he sat on the shore with his rod, looking at the sparkling
waves and watching his line, all on a sudden his float
was dragged away deep into the water: and in drawing
it up he pulled out a great fish. But the fish said,
"Pray let me live I am not a real fish; I am an en-
chanted prince : put me in the water again, and let me
go Oh ho !'" said the man, "you need not make
so many words about the matter; I will have nothing
to do with a fish that can talk: so swim away, Sir, as
"De Fischer un siine Fru of Grimm; a story in the Pomera-
nian Low German dialect, which is admirably adapted to this species
of narrative, and particularly pleasing to an English ear, as bearing a
remarkable affinity to his own language, or rather that of the Lowland
Scotch. Take the second sentence as a specimen : "Daar satt he eens
an de see, bi de angel, un sach in dat blanke water; unhe sach immer
(ever) na de angel," &c. During the fervour of popular feeling on the
downfall of the power of the late Emperor of France, this tale became
a great favourite in Germany. In the original, the last object of the
wife's desire is to be as de lewe Gott (der liebe Gott, le bon Dieu).
We have somewhat softened the boldness of the lady's ambition.


soon as you please !" Then he put him back into the
water, and the fish darted straight down to the bottom,
and left a long streak of blood behind him on the
When the fisherman went home to his wife in the
pigstye, he told her how he had caught a great fish, and
how it had told him it was an enchanted prince, and
how, on hearing it speak, he had let it go again. "Did
not you ask it for anything?" said the wife. "No,"
said theman; what should I ask for ?" "Ah i" said
the wife, "we live very wretchedly here, in this nasty
dirty pigstye; do go back and tell the fish we want a
snug little cottage."
The fisherman did not much like the business:
however, he went to the sea-shore; and when he came
there the water looked all yellow and green. And he
stood at the water's edge, and said,-
0 man of the sea!
Hearken to me !
My wife Ilsabill
Will have her own will,
And hath sent me to beg a boon of thee "

Then the fish came swimming to him, and said,
"Well, what is her will? what does your wife want?"
"Ah !" said the fisherman, "she says that when I had
caught you, I ought to have asked you for something
before I let you go; she does not like living any longer
in the pigstye, and wants a snug little cottage." "Go
home, then," said the fish; "she is in the cottage
already!" So the man went home, and saw his wife
standing at the door of a nice trim little cottage.


"Come in, come in!" said she; "is not this much
better than the filthy pigstye we had ?" And there
was a parlour, and a bedchamber, and a kitchen; and
behind the cottage there was a little garden, planted
with all sorts of flowers and fruits; and there was a
courtyard behind, full of ducks and chickens. "Ah !"
said the fisherman, "how happily we shall live now!"
"We will try to do so, at least," said his wife.
Everything went right for a week or two, and then
Dame Ilsabill said, "Husband, there is not near room
enough for us in this cottage; the courtyard and the
garden are a great deal too small; I should like to have
a large stone castle to live in: go to the fish again and
tell him to give us a castle." Wife," said the fisher-
man, "I don't like to go to him again, for perhaps he
will be angry; we ought to be easy with this pretty
cottage to live in." "Nonsense!" said the wife; "he
will do it very willingly, I know; go along, and try!"
SThe fisherman went, but 'his heart was very heavy:
and when he came to the sea, it looked blue and
gloomy, though it was very calm; and he went close
to the edge of the waves, and said,-
0 man of the sea!
Hearken to me!
My wife Ilsabill
Will have her own will,
And hath sent me to beg a boon of thee !"

"Well, what does she want now ?" said the fish.
" Ah said the man, dolefully, "my wife wants to live
in a stone castle." "Go home, then," said the fish;
"she is standing at the gate of it already." So away


went the fisherman, and found his wife standing before
the gate of a great castle. "See," said she, "is not
this grand?" With that they went into the castle
together, and found a great many servants there, and
the rooms all richly furnished, and full of golden chairs
and tables; and behind the castle was a garden, and
around it was a park half a mile long, full of sheep,
and goats, and hares, and deer; and in the courtyard
were stables and cow-houses. "Well," said the man,
"now we will live cheerful and happy in this beautiful
castle for the rest of our lives." Perhaps we may,"
said the wife; "but let us sleep upon it, before we
make up our minds to that." So they went to bed.
The next morning when Dame Ilsabill awoke it was
broad daylight, and she jogged the fisherman with her
elbow, and said, Get up, husband, and bestir yourself,
for we must be king of all the land." "Wife, wife,"
said the man, "why should we wish to be king? I
will not be king." "Then I will," said she. "But,
wife," said the fisherman, "how can you be king? the
fish cannot make you a king." "Husband," said she,
"say no more about it, but go and try! I will be
king." So the man went away quite sorrowful to
think that his wife should want to be king. This time
the sea looked a dark gray colour, and was overspread
with curling waves and ridges of foam as he cried
O man of the sea!
Hearken to me!
My wife Ilsabill
Will have her own will,
And hath sent me to beg a boon of thee "


"Well, what would she have now ?" said the fish.
"Alas!" said the poor man, "my wife wants to be
king." "Go home," said the fish; "she is king
Then the fisherman went home; and as he came
close to the palace he saw a troop of soldiers, and
heard the sound of drums and trumpets. And when
he went in he saw his wife sitting on a high throne of
gold and diamonds, with a golden crown upon her head;
and on each side of her stood six fair maidens, each a
head taller than the other. "Well, wife," said the
fisherman, are you king ? "Yes," said she, "I am
king." And when he had looked at her for a long
time, he said, "Ah, wife! what a fine thing it is to be
king now we shall never have anything more to wish
for as long as we live." "I don't know how that may
be," said she; "never is a long time. I am king, it
is true; but I begin to be tired of that, and I think I
should like to be emperor." "Alas, wife why should
you wish to be emperor?" said the fisherman. "Hus-
band," said she, "go to the fish I say I will be
emperor." "Ah, wife !" replied the fisherman, "the
fish cannot make an emperor I am sure, and I should
not like to ask him for such a thing." "I am king,"
said Isabill, and you are my slave; so go at oncee"
So the fisherman was forced to go; and he mut-
tered as he went along, "This will come to no good, it
is too much to ask; the fish will be tired at last, and
then we shall be sorry for what we have done." He
soon came to the sea-shore; and the water was quite
black and muddy, and a mighty whirlwind blew over


the waves and rolled them about, but he went as near
as he could to the water's brink, and said,-
0 man of the sea !
Hearken to me!
My wife Ilsabill
Will have her own will,
And hath sent me to beg a boon of thee "

"What would she have now?" said the fish.
"Ah !" said the fisherman, she wants to be emperor."
"Go home," said the fish; she is emperor already."
So he went home again; and as he came near he
saw his wife Ilsabill sitting on a very lofty throne made
of solid gold, with a great crown on her head full two
yards high; and on each side of her stood her guards
and attendants in a row, each one smaller than the
other, from the tallest giant down to a little dwarf no
bigger than my finger. And before her stood princes,
and dukes, and earls : and the fisherman went up to
her and said, Wife, are you emperor ?" "Yes," said
she, "I am emperor." "Ah !" said the man, as he
gazed upon her, what a fine thing it is to be emperor "
"Husband," said she, "why should we stop at being
emperor? I will be pope next." "0 wife, wife!"
said he, "how can you be pope ? there is but one pope
at a time in Christendom." "Husband," said she, "I
will be pope this very day." "But," replied the hus-
band, "the fish cannot make you pope." What
nonsense !" said she; "if he can make an emperor, he
can make a pope: go and try him."
So the fisherman went. But when he came to the
shore the wind was raging, and the sea was tossed up


and down in boiling waves, and the ships were in
trouble, and rolled fearfully upon the tops of the bil-
lows. In the middle of the heavens there was a little
piece of blue sky, but towards the south all was red, as
if a dreadful storm was rising. At this sight the fisher-
man, was dreadfully frightened, and he'trembled so that
his knees knocked together: but still he went down
near to the shore, and said,-
0 man of the sea!
Hearken to me!
My wife Usabill
Will have her own will,
And hath sent me to beg a boon of thee i "

What does she want now ? said the fish. Ah !"
said the fisherman, my wife wants to be pope." Go
home," said the fish; she is pope already."
Then the fisherman went home, and found Ilsabill
sitting on a throne that was two miles high. And she
had three great crowns on her head, and around her
stood all the pomp and power of the church. And on
each side of her were two rows of burning'lights, of all
sizes, the greatest as large as the highest and biggest
tower in the world, and the least no larger than a small
rushlight. Wife," said the fisherman, as he looked
at all this greatness, are you pope ?" "Yes," said
she, "I am pope." "Well, wife," replied he, "it is a
grand thing to be pope; and now you must be easy,
for you can be'nothing greater." "I will think about
that," said the wife. Then they went to bed : but
Dame Ilsabill could not sleep all night for thinking
what she should be next. At last, as she was dropping


asleep, morning broke, and the sun rose. "Ha!"
thought she, as she woke up and looked .at it through
the window, after all I cannot prevent the sun rising."
At this thought she was very angry, and wakened her
husband, and said, Husband, go to the fish and tell
him'I must be lord of the sun and moon." The fisher-
man was half asleep, but the thought frightened him
so much that he started and fell out of bed. "Alas,
wife!" said he, "cannot you be easy with being
pope ?" "No," said she, I am very uneasy as long
as the sun and moon rise without my leave. Go to the
fish at once !"
Then the man went shivering with fear; and as
he was going down to the shore a dreadful storm arose,
so that the trees and the very rocks shook. And all
the heavens became black with stormy clouds, and the
lightning played, and the thunders rolled; and you
might have seen in the sea great black waves, swelling
up like mountains with crowns of white foam upon
their heads. And the fisherman crept towards the sea,
and cried out, as well as he could,-
O man of the sea!
Hearken to me!
My wife Ilsabill
Will have her own will,
And hath sent me to beg a boon of thee "

What does she want now ?" said the fish. Ah I"
said he, "she wants to be lord of the sun and moon."
" Go home," said the fish, "to your pigstye again."
And there they live to this very day.



STHE King of the East had a beautiful garden, and
in the garden stood a tree that bore golden apples.
Lest any of these apples should be stolen, they were
always counted; but about the time when they began
to grow ripe, it was found that every night one of them
was gone. The king became very angry at this, and
told the gardener to keep a watch under the tree all
The gardener set his eldest son to watch, but about
twelve o'clock he fell asleep, and in the morning another
of the apples was missing.
Then the second son was set to watch, and at mid-
night he too fell asleep, and .in the morning another
apple was gone.
Then the third son offered to keep watch: but the
gardener at first would not let him, for fear some harm
should come to him. However, at last he yielded, and
"Der Goldene Vogel" of Grimm, a Hessian story; told also,
with slight variations, in Paderborn. The substance of this tale, in
which the Golden Bird is generally called the Phoenix, is of great
antiquity. Perinskiold, in the catalogue to Hickes, mentions the Saga
of Artus Fagra, and describes the contents thus: "Hist. de tribus
fratribus, Carolo, Vilhielmo, atque Arturo, cogn. Fagra, regis Anglise
filiis, qui ad inquirendum Phoenicem, ut eg curaretur morbus immedi-
cabilis patris illorum, in ultimas usque Indie oras missi sunt.'" It
appears that the same subject forms a Danish popular tale. The
youngest and successful son is a character of perpetual recurrence in
the German tales. He is generally despised for diminutive stature, or
supposed inferiority of intellect, and passes by the contemptuous ap-
pellation of the Dummling (see our No. 1), and of whom we shall
have occasion to say more hereafter.


the young man laid himself under the tree to watch.
As the clock struck twelve he heard a rustling noise in
the air, and a bird came flying and sat upon the tree.
This bird's feathers were all of pure gold; and as it
was snapping at one of the apples with its beak, the
gardener's son jumped up and shot an arrow at it.
The arrow, however, did the bird no harm, it only
dropped a golden feather from its tail, and flew away.
The golden feather was then brought to the king in the
morning, and all his court were called together. Every
one agreed that it was the most beautiful thing that
had ever been seen, and that it was worth more than
all the wealth of the kingdom: but the king said,
" One feather is of no use to me, I must and will have
the whole bird."
Then the gardener's eldest son set out to find this
golden bird, and thought to find it very easily; and
when he had gone but a little way, he came to a wood,
and by the side of the wood he saw a fox sitting. The
lad was fond of a little sporting, so he took his bow and
made ready to shoot at it. Then Mr. Reynard, who
saw what he was about, and did not like the thoughts
of being shot at, cried out, "Softly, softly! do not
shoot me, I can give you good counsel. I know what
your business is, and that you want to find the golden
bird. You will reach a village in the. evening, and
when you get there you will see two inns, built one on
each side of the street. The right-hand one is very
pleasant and beautiful to look at, but go not in there.
Rest for the night in the other, though it may seem
to you very poor and mean." What can such a beast


as this know about the matter ?" thought the silly lad
to himself. So he shot his arrow at the fox, but he
missed it, and it only laughed at him, set-up its tail
above its back, and ran into the wood.
The young man went his way, and in the evening
came to the village where the two inns were. In the
right-hand one were people singing, and dancing, and
feasting; but the other looked very dirty, ail poor.
"I should be very silly," said he, "if I went to that
shabby house, and left this charming place:" so he
went into the smart house, and ate and drank at his
ease; and there he stayed, and forgot the bird< and
his country too.
Time passed on, and as the eldest son did not come
back, and no tidings were heard of him,.the second son
set out, and the same thing happened to him. He
met with the fox sitting by the roadside, who gave
him the same good advice as he had given his brother:
but when he came to the two inns, his eldest brother
was standing at the window where the merry-making
was, and called to him to come in; and he could not
withstand the temptation, but went in, joined the
merry-making, and there forgot the golden bird and
his country in the same manner.
Time passed on again, and the youngest son too
wished to set out into the wide world, to seek for the
golden bird; but his father would not listen to him for
a long while, for he was very fond of his son, and was
afraid that some ill-luck might happen to him also, and
hinder his coming back. However, at last it was
agreed he should go; for, to tell the truth, he would


not rest at home.. As he came to the wood he met the
fox, who gave him the same good counsel that he had
given the other brothers. But he was thankful to the
fox, and did not shoot at him, as his brothers had done.
Then the fox said, Sit upon my tail, and you will
travel faster." So he sat down: and the fox began to
run, and away they went over stock and stone, so quickly
that their hair whistled in the wind.
When they came to the village, the young man was
wise enough to follow the fox's counsel, and, without
looking about him, went straight to the shabby inn,
and rested there all night at his ease. In the morning
came the fox again, and met him as he was beginning
his journey, and said, "Go straight forward till you
come to a castle, before which lie a whole troop of sol-
diers fast asleep and snoring; take no notice of them,
but go into the castle, and pass on and on till you come
to a room where the golden bird sits in a wooden cage:
close by it stands a beautiful golden cage; but do not
try to take the bird out of the shabby cage and put it
into the handsome one, otherwise you will be sorry for
it." Then the fox stretched out his brush again, and the
young man sat himself down, and away they went over
stock and stone, till their hair whistled in the wind.
Before the castle gate all was as the fox had said:
so the lad went in, and found the chamber, where the
golden bird hung in a wooden cage. Below stood the
golden cage; and the three golden apples, that had
been lost, were lying close by its side. Then he thought
to himself, It will be a very droll thing to bring away
such a fine bird in this shabby cage ;" so he opened


the door and took hold of the bird, and put it into the
golden cage. But it set up at once such a loud scream,
that all the soldiers awoke; and they took.him prisoner,
and carried him before the king.
The next morning the court sat to judge him; and
when all'was heard, it doomed him to die, unless he
should bring the king the golden horse, that could run
as swiftly as the wind. If he did this he was to have
the golden bird given him for his own.
So he set out once more on his journey, sighing,
and in great despair; when, on a sudden, he met his
good friend the fox taking his morning's walk. Hey-
day, young gentleman !" said Reynard; "you see now
what has happened from your not listening to my advice.
I will still, however, tell you how you may find the golden
horse, if you will but do as I bid you. You must go
straight on till you come to the castle, where the horse
stands in his stall. By his side will lie the groom fast
asleep and snoring; take away the horse softly; but be
sure to let the old leather saddle be upon him, and do
not put on the golden one that is close by." Then
the young man sat down on the fox's tail; and away
they went over stock and stone, till their hair whistled
in the wind.
All went right, and the groom lay snoring, with his
hand upon the golden saddle. But when the lad
looked at the horse, he thought it a great pity to keep
the leather saddle upon it. "I will give him the
good one," said he : "I am sure he is worth it." As
he took up the golden saddle, the groom awoke, and
cried out so loud, that all the guards ran in and took


him prisoner; and in the morning he was brought be-
fore the king's court to be judged, and was once more
doomed to die. But it was agreed that if he could
bring thither the beautiful princess, he should live, and
have the horse given him for his own.
Then he went his way again very sorrowful; but
the old fox once more met him on the road, and said,
"Why did you not listen to me? If you had, you
would have carried away both the bird and the horse.
Yet I will once more give you counsel. Go straight on,
and in the evening you will come to a castle. At
twelve o'clock every night the princess goes to the bath :
go up to her as she passes, and give her a kiss, and
she will let you lead her away; but take care you do
not let her go and take leave of her father and mother."
Then the fox stretched out his tail, and away they went
over stock and stone till their hair whistled again.
As they came to the castle all was as the fox had
said; and at twelve o'clock the young man met the
princess going to the bath, and gave her the kiss; and
she agreed to run away with him, but begged with
many tears that he would let her take leave of her
father. At first he said, "No!" but she wept still
more and more, and fell at his feet, till at last he
yielded; but the moment she came to her father's door
the guards awoke, and he was taken prisoner again.
So he was brought at once before the king, who
lived in that castle. And the king said, "You shall
never have my daughter, unless in eight days you dig
away the hill that stops the view from my window."
Now this hill was so big that all the men in the whole


vorld could not have taken it away: and when he had
worked for seven days, and had done very little, the fox
came and said, Lie down and go to sleep I I will
work for you." In the morning he awoke, and the hill
was gone; so he went merrily to the king, and told him
that now it was gone he must give him the princess.
Then the king was obliged to keep his word, and
away went the young man and the princess. But the
fox came and said to him, "That will not do; we will
have all three,-the princess, the horse, and the bird."
"Ah !" said the young man, "that would be a great
thing; but how can it be ?"
"If you will only listen," said the fox, "it' can soon
be done. When you come to the king of the castle
where the golden horse is, and he asks for the beautiful
princess, you must say, 'Here she is!' Then he will
be very glad to see her, and will run to welcome her;
and you will mount the golden horse that they are to
give you, and put out your hand to take leave of them;
but shake hands with the princess last. Then lift her
quickly on to the horse, behind you; clap your spurs to
his side, and gallop away as fast as you can."
All went right: then the fox said, When you come
to the castle where the bird is, I will stay with the
princess at the door, and you will ride in and speak to
the king; and when he sees that it is the right horse,
he will bring out the bird: but you must sit still, and
say that you want to look at it, to see whether it is the
true golden bird or not; and when you get it into your
hand, ride away as fast as you can."
This, too, happened as the fox said: they carried off


the bird; the princess mounted again, and off they
rode till they came to a great wood. On their way
through it they met their old friend Reynard again;
and he said, "Pray kill me, and cut off my head and
my brush !" The young man would not do any such
thing-to so good a friend: so the fox said, "I will at
any rate give you good counsel: beware of two things!
ransom no one from the gallows, and sit down by the
side of no brook!" Then away he went. "Well,"
thought the young man, "it is no hard matter, at any
rate, to follow that advice."
So he rode on with the princess, till at last they
came to the village where he had left his two brothers
And there he heard a great noise and uproar: and
when he asked what was the matter, the people said,
"Two rogues are going to be hanged." As he came
bearer, he saw that the two men were his brothers, who
had turned robbers. At the sight of them in this sad
plight his heart was very heavy, and he cried out,
"Can nothing save them from such a death ?" but the
people said "No !" unless he would bestow all his
money upon the rascals, and buy their freedom, by re-
paying all they had stolen. Then he did not stay to
think about it, but paid whatever was asked; and his
brothers were given up, and went on with him towards
their father's home.
Now the weather was very hot; and as they came
to the wood where the fox first met them, they found it
so cool and shady under the trees, by the side of a
brook that ran close by, that the two brothers said,
" Let us sit down by the side of this brook and rest a
while, to eat and drink." Very well!" said he, and


forgot what the fox had said, and sat down on the side
of the brook: and while he thought of no harm coming
to him they crept behind him, and threw him down the
bank, and took the princess, the horse, and the bird,
and went home to the king their master, and said, "All
these we have won by our own skill and strength."
Then there was great merriment made, and the king
held a feast, and the two brothers were welcomed home;
but the horse would not eat, the bird would not sing,
and the princess sat by herself in her chamber, and wept
The youngest son fell to the bottom of the bed of
the stream. Luckily, it was nearly dry, but his bones
were almost broken, and the bank was so steep that he
could find no way to get out. As he stood bewailing
his fate, and thinking what he should do, to his great
joy he spied his old and faithful friend the fox, look-
ing down from the bank upon him. Then Reynard
scolded him for not following his advice, which would
have saved him from all the troubles that had befallen
him. Yet," said he, "silly as you have been, I can-
not bear to leave you here; so lay hold of my brush,
and hold fast !" Then he pulled him out of the river,
and said to him, as he got upon the bank, Your
brothers have set a watch to kill you if they find you
making your way back." So he dressed himself as a
poor piper, and came playing on his pipe to the king's
court. But he was scarcely within the gate when the
horse began to eat, and the bird to sing, and the prin.
cess left off weeping. And when he got to the great
hall, where all the court sat feasting, he went straight
up to the king, and told him all his brothers' roguery.


Then it made the king very angry to hear what they
had done, and they were seized and punished; and the
youngest son had the princess given to him again; and
he married her; and after the king's death he was
chosen king in his stead.
After his marriage he went one day to walk in
the wood, and there the old fox met him once more,
and besought him, with tears in his eyes, to be so
kind as to cut off his head and his brush. At last he
did so, though sorely against his will, and in the same
moment the fox was changed into a prince, and the
princess knew him to be her own brother, who had
been lost a great many years; for a spiteful fairy had
enchanted him, with a spell that could only be broken
by some one getting the golden bird, and by cutting off
his head and his brush.

,A -z - --



On let us be fairies, if fairies are free
From heartless, dull fancies, that plague you and me:
If labyrinths of fashion ne'er tangle their feet,
Nor pleasure brings sorrow, nor kindness deceit!

The fairies the fairies oh, be they indeed
Gay children of nature, whose home is the mead ?
Who toil not, and care not; who, blessing and blest,
Just live out their summer, ard close it in rest ?

There's wisdom with fairies: I'll visit their school,
They'll show me their Order, and teach me their Rule;
And if they adopt me, why fare thee well, earth I
We want not each other, in mourning or mirth!



A KING and queen once upon a time reigned in a
country a great way off, where there were in those days
fairies. Now this king and queen had plenty of money,
Dornrdschen of Grimm, a Hessian story. Wehave, perhaps,
in our alteration of the heroine's name, lost one of the links of con-
nexion, which MM. Grimm observe between this fable and that of the
ancient tradition of the restoration of Brynhilda, by Sigurd, as nar-
rated in the Edda of Sremund in Volsunga Saga. Sigurd pierces the
enchanted fortifications, and rouses the heroine. Who is it," said


and plenty of fine clothes to wear, and plenty of good
things to eat and drink, and a coach to ride out in
every day: but though they had been married many
years they had no children, and this grieved them very
much indeed. But one day as the queen was walking
by the side of the river, at the bottom of the garden,
she saw a poor little fish, that had thrown itself out of
the water, and lay gasping and nearly dead on the
bank. Then the queen took pity on the little fish, and
threw it back again into the river; and before it swam
away it lifted its head out of the water and said, "I
know what your wish is, and it shall be fulfilled, in
return for your kindness to me-you will soon have a
daughter." What the little fish had foretold soon came
to pass; and the queen had a little girl, so very beauti-
ful that the king could not cease looking on it for joy,
and said he would hold a great feast and make merry,
and show the child to all the land. So he asked his
kinsmen, and nobles, and friends, and neighbours. But
the queen said, "I will have the fairies also, that they
might be kind and good to our little daughter." Now

she, of might sufficient to rend my armour and to break my sleep ?"
She afterwards tells the cause of her trance: "Two kings contended:
'one hight Hialmgunnar, and he was old but of mickle might, and Odin
had promised him the victory. I felled him in fight, but Odin struck
my head with the sleepy-thorn [the Thorn-rose or Dog-rose, see
Altdeutsehe Wdider, i. 135], and said I should never be again vic-
torious, and should be hereafter wedded."-Herbert's Miscell. Poetry,
vol. ii. p. 23. Though the allusion to the Sleep-rose is preserved in
our heroine's name, she suffers from the wound of a spindle, as in the
Pentamerone of G. B. Basile, v. 5. The further progress of Sigurd's,
or Siegfried's, adventures will be seen in Heads Off," another of the
stories of Grimm's collection, to be found at the end of our volume.


there were thirteen fairies in the kingdom; but as the
king and queen had only twelve golden dishes for them
to eat out of, they were forced to leave one of the
fairies without asking her. So twelve fairies came, each
with a high red cap on her head, and red shoes with
high heels on her feet, and a long white wand in her
hand: and after the feast was over they gathered round
in a ring and gave all their best gifts to the little
princess. One gave her goodness, another beauty, an-
other riches, and so on till she had all that was good
in the world.
Just as eleven of them had done blessing her, a
great noise was heard in the courtyard, and word was
brought that the thirteenth fairy was come, with a
black cap on her head, and black shoes on her feet, and
a broomstick in her hand: and presently up she came
into the dining-hall. Now as she had not been asked
to the feast dhe was very angry, and scolded the king
and queen very much, and set to work to take her
revenge. So she cried out, "The king's daughter shall,
m her fifteenth year, be wounded by a spindle, and fall
down dead." Then the twelfth of the friendly fairies,
who had not yet given her gift, came forward, and said
that the evil wish must be fulfilled, but that she could
soften its mischief; so her gift was, that the king's
daughter, when the spindle wounded her, should not
really die, but should only fall asleep for a hundred
However, the king hoped still to save his dear child
altogether from the threatened evil; so he ordered that
Ill the spindles in the kingdom should be bought up


and burnt. But all the gifts of the first eleven fairies
were in the meantime fulfilled; for the princess was so
beautiful, and well-behaved, and good, and wise, that
every one who knew her loved her.
It happened that, on the very day she was fifteen
years old, the king and queen were not at home; and
she was left alone in the palace. So she roved about
by herself, and looked at all the rooms and chambers;
till at last she came to an old tower, to which there was
a narrow staircase ending with a little door. In the
door there was a golden key, and when she turned it
the door sprang open, and there sat an old lady spin-
ning away very busily. "Why, how now, good mo-
ther," said the princess, "what are you doing there ?"
Spinning," said the old lady, and nodded her head;
humming a tune, while buzz! went the wheel. How
prettily that little thing turns round!" said the prin-
cess, and took the spindle and began to try and spin.
But scarcely had she touched it, before the fairy's pro-
phecy was fulfilled; the spindle wounded her, and she
fell down lifeless on the ground.
However, she was not dead, but had only fallen
into a deep sleep; and the king and the queen, who
just then came home,. and all their court, fell asleep
too; and the horses slept in the stables, and the dogs
in the court, the pigeons on the house-top, and the
very flies slept upon the walls. Even the fire on the
hearth left off blazing, and went to sleep; the jack
stopped, and the spit that was turning about with a
goose upon it for the king's dinner stood still; and the
cook, who was at that moment pulling the kitchen-boy


by the hair to give him a box on the ear for something
he had done amiss, let him go, and both fell asleep;
the butler, who was slily tasting the ale, fell asleep with
the jug at his lips: and thus everything stood still,
and slept soundly.
A large hedge of thorns soon grew round the pa-
lace, and every year it became higher and thicker; till
at last the old palace was surrounded and hidden, so
that not even the roof or the chimneys could be seen.
But there went a report through all the land of the
beautiful sleeping Rose-Bud (for so the king's daughter
was called) : so that, from time to time, several kings'
sons came, and tried to break through the thicket into
the palace. This, however, none of them could ever do;
for the thorns and bushes laid hold of them, as it were
with hands; and there they stuck fast, and died
After many many years there came a king's son into
that land: and an old man told him the story of the
thicket of thorns; and how a beautiful palace stood be-
hind it, and how a wonderful princess, called Rose-Bud,
lay in it asleep, with all her court. He told, too, how
he had heard from his grandfather that many many
princes had come, and had tried to break through the
thicket, but that they had all stuck fast in it, and died.
Then the young prince said, All this shall not frighten
me, I will go and see this Rose-Bud." The old man
tried to hinder him, but he was bent upon going.
Now that very day the hundred years were ended;
and as the prince came to the thicket, he saw nothing
but beautiful flowering shrubs, through which he went


with ease, and they shut in after him as thick as ever.
Then he came at last to the palace, and there in the
court lay the dogs asleep; and the horses were standing
in the stables; and on the roof sat the pigeons fast
asleep, with their heads under their wings. And when
he came into the palace, the flies were sleeping on the
walls; the spit was standing still; the butler had the
jug of ale at his lips, going to drink a draught; the
maid sat with a fowl in her lap ready to be plucked;
and the cook in the kitchen was still holding up her
hand, as if she was going to beat the boy.
Then he went on still further, and all was so still
that he could hear every breath he drew; till at last he
came to the old tower, and opened the door of the little
room in which Rose-Bud was; and there she lay, fast
asleep on a couch by the window. She looked so beau-
tiful that he could not take his eyes off her, so he
stooped down and gave her a kiss. But the moment
he kissed her she opened her eyes and awoke, and
smiled upon him; and they went out together; and
soon the king and queen also awoke, and all the court,
and gazed on each other with great wonder. And the
horses shook themselves, and the dogs jumped up and
barked; the pigeons took their heads from under their
wings, and looked about and flew into the fields; the
flies on the walls buzzed again; the fire in the kitchen
blazed up; round went the jack, and round went the
spit, with the goose for the king's dinner upon it; the
butler finished his draught of ale; the maid went on
plucking the fowl; and the cook gave the boy the box
on his ear.


And then the prince and Rose-Bud were married,
and the wedding feast was given; and they lived happily
together all their lives long.


HONEST Fritz had worked hard all his life, but ill
luck befell him; his cattle died, his barns were burned,
and he lost almost all his money. So at last he said,.
"Before it is all gone I will buy goods, and go out
into the world, and see whether I shall have the luck
to mend my fortune."
The first place he came to was a village, where" the
boys were running about, crying and shouting. "What
is the matter ?" asked he, "See here!" said they,
"we have got a mouse that we make dance to please us.
Do look at him; what a droll sight it is! how he

"Die treuen Thiere" of Grimm, from the Schwalmgegend, in
Hesse. It is singular that nearly the same story is to be found in the
Relations of Ssidi Kur, a collection of tales current among the Cal-
muck Tartars. A benevolent Brahmin there receives the grateful as-
sistance of a mouse, a bear, and a monkey, whom he has severally
rescued from the hands of their tormentors.-- Quart. Rev. No. XL.
p. 99. There is a very similar story, "Lo Scarafone, lo Sorece, e lo
Grillo," in the Pentamerone, iii. 5. Another in the same work,
iv. 1, "La Preta de lo Gallo," embraces the incidents of the latter
part of our tale. The Gesta Romanorum also contains a fable some-
what similar in plot, though widely different in details. The cunning
device of the mouse reminds MM. Grimm of Loke, in the form of a
fly, stinging the sleeping Freya till she throws off her necklace. Mrs.
Jameson has given us a Canadian Indian's legend, having a similar


jumps about!" But the man pitied the poor little
thing, and said, "Let the poor mouse go, and I will
give you money." So he gave them some money, and
took the mouse and let it run: and it soon jumped
into a hole that was close by, and was out of their
Then he travelled on and came to another village:
and there the boys had got an ass, that they made stand
on its hind legs, and tumble and cut capers. Then
they laughed and shouted, and gave the poor beast no
rest. So the good man gave them too some of his
money, to let the poor thing go away in peace.
At the next village he came to, the young people
were leading a bear, that had been taught to dance, arid
were plaguing the poor thing sadly. Then he gave
them too some money, to let the beast go; and Master
Bruin was very glad to get on his four feet, and seemed
quite at his ease and happy again.
But now our traveller found that he had given
away all the money he had in the world, and had not a
shilling in his pocket. Then said he to himself, The
king has heaps-of gold in his strong box that he never
uses; I cannot die of hunger: so I hope I shall be for-
given if I borrow a little from him, and when I get
rich again I will repay it all."
So he managed to get at the king's strong box, and
took a very little money; but as he came out the
guards saw him, and said he was a thief, and took him
to the judge. The poor man told his story; but the
judge said that sort of borrowing could not be suffered,
and that those who took other people's money must be


punished; so the end of his trial was that Fritz was
found guilty, and doomed to be thrown into the lake,
shut up in a box. The lid of the box was full of holes
to let in air; and one jug of water and one loaf of
bread were given him.
Whilst he was swimming along in the water very
sorrowfully, he heard something nibbling and biting at
the lock. All on a sudden it fell off, the lid flew open,
and there stood his old friend the little mouse, who had
done him this good turn. Then came the ass and the
bear too, and pulled the box ashore; and all helped
him because he had been kind to them.
But now they did not know what to do next, and
began to lay their heads together; when on a sudden
a wave threw on the shore a pretty white stone, that
looked like an egg. Then the bear said, "That's a
lucky thing! this is the wonderful stone; whoever has
it needs only to wish, and everything that he wishes
for comes to him at once." So Fritz went and picked
up the stone, and wished for a palace and a garden, and
a stud of horses; and his wish was fulfilled as soon as
he had made it.. And there he lived in his castle and
garden, with fine stables and horses; and all was so
grand and beautiful, that he never could wonder and
gaze at it enough.
After some time some merchants passed by that
way. "See," said they, "what a princely palace!
The last time we were here it was nothing but a desert
waste." They were very eager to know how all this had
happened, and went in and asked the master of the
palace how it had been so quickly raised. "I have


done nothing myself," said he; "it is the wonderful
stone that did all." "What a strange stone that must
be!" said they. Then he asked them to walk in, and
showed it to them.
They asked him whether he would sell it, and
offered him all their goods for it; and the goods
seemed.so fine and costly, that he quite forgot that the
stone would bring him in a moment a thousand better
and richer things; and he agreed to make the bargain.
Scarcely was the stone, however, out of his hands be-
fore all his riches were gone, and poor Fritz found
himself sitting in his box in the water, with his jug of
water and loaf of bread by his side.
However, his grateful friends, the mouse, the ass,
and the bear, came quickly to help him; but the mouse
found she could not nibble off the lock this time, for it
was a great deal stronger than before. Then the bear
said, "We must find the wonderful stone again, or all
we can do will be fruitless."
The merchants, meantime, had taken up their abode
in the palace; so away went the three friends, and
when they came near, the bear said, Mouse, go in
and look through the keyhole, and see where the stone
is kept; you are small, nobody will see you." The
mouse did as she was told, but soon came back and
said, "Bad news! I have looked in, and the stone
hangs under the looking-glass by a red silk string, and
on each side of it sits a great black cat with fiery eyes,
watching it."
Then the others took counsel together, and said,
"Go back again, and wait till the master of the palace


is in bed asleep; then nip his nose and pull his hair."
Away went the mouse, and did as they told her; and the
master jumped up very angrily, and rubbed his nose,
and cried, Those rascally cats are good for nothing at
all; .they let the mice bite my very nose, and pull the
hair off my head." Then he hunted them out of the
room; and so the mouse had the best of the game.
Next night, as soon as the master was asleep, the
mouse crept in again; and (the cats being gone) she
nibbled at the red silken string to which the stone
hung, till down it dropped. Then she rolled it along
to the door; but when it got there the poor little mouse
was quite tired, and said to the ass, "Put in your foot,
and lift it over the threshold." This was soon done;
and they took up the stone, and set off for the water-
side. Then the ass said, "How shall we reach the
box?" "That is easily managed, my friend," said the
bear: "I can swim very well; and do you, donkey,
put your fore feet over my shoulders;--mind and hold
fast, and take the stone in your mouth;-as for you,
mouse, you can sit in my ear."
Thus all was settled, and away they swam. After
a time, Bruin began to brag and boast: "We are brave
fellows, are not we? said he; what do you think,
donkey?" But the ass held his tongue, and said not
a word. "Why don't you answer me ?" said the bear;
"you must be an ill-mannered brute not to speak
when you are spoken to." When the ass heard this,
he could hold no longer; so he opened his mouth, and
out dropped the wonderful stone. "I could not speak,"
said he; "did not you know I had the stone in my


mouth ? Now it is lost, and that is your fault." "Do
but hold your tongue and be easy I" said the bear;
" and let us think what is to be done now."-
Then another council was held: and at last they
called together all the frogs, their wives and families,
kindred and friends; and said, "A great foe of yours is
coming to eat you all up; but never mind, bring us
up plenty of stones, and we will build a strong wall to
guard you." The frogs hearing this were dreadfully
frightened, and set to work, bringing up all the stones
they could find. At last came a large fat frog, pulling
along the wonderful stone by the silken string; and
when the bear saw it he jumped for joy, and said, Now
we have found what we wanted." So he set the old
frog free from his load, and told him to tell his friends
they might now go home to their dinners as soon as
they pleased.
Then the three friends swam off again for the box,
and the lid flew open, and they found they were but
just in time, for the bread was all eaten and the jug of
water almost empty. But as soon as honest Fritz had
the stone in his hand, he wished himself safe in his
palace again; and in a moment he was there, with his
garden, and his stables, and his horses; and his three
faithful friends lived with him, and they all spent their
time happily and merrily together as long as they lived.
And thus the good man's kindness was rewarded; and
so it ought, for-One good turn deserves another.



As an honest woodman was sitting one evening,
after his work was done, talking with his wife, he said,
"I hope the children will not run into that grove by
the side of the river; it looks more gloomy than ever;
the old oak tree is sadly blasted and torn; and some
odd folks, I am sure, are lurking about there, but who
they are nobody knows." The woodman, however,
could not say that they brought ill luck, whatever they
were; for every one said that the village had thriven
more than ever of late, that the fields looked gayer and
greener, that even the sky was of a deeper blue, and
that the moon and stars shed a brighter light. So, not
knowing what to think, the good people very wisely let
the new comers alone; and, in truth, seldom said or
thought anything at all about them.
That very evening, the woodman's daughter Rose-
ken, and her playfellow Martin, ran out to have a game
of hide-and-seek in the valley. "Where can he be
hidden?" said she; "he must have gone towards the
grove; perhaps he is behind the old oak tree:" and
down she ran to look. Just then she spied a little dog

Abridged from a story in Tieck's Phantasus, founded on an old
and well-known tradition, but considerably amplified by him. We
have reduced it nearer to its primitive elements; but it is, of course,
to a great extent a fancy piece, and does not pretend to that authen-
ticity of popular currency which is claimed for the other stories. Thi
principal incident resembles that in Karl Katz ;" and, more closely,
that which has been turned to so much account by Mr. Hogg, in the
Queen's Wake.


that jumped and frisked round her, and wagged his tail,
and led her on towards the grove. Then he ran into it,
and she soon jumped up the bank by the side of the
old oak to look for him; but was overjoyed to see a
beautiful meadow, where flowers and shrubs of every
kind grew upon turf of the softest green; gay butter-
flies flew about; the birds sang sweetly; and what was
strangest, the prettiest little children sported about like
fairies on all sides; some twining the flowers, and
others dancing in rings upon the smooth turf beneath
the trees. In the midst of the grove, instead of the
hovels of which Roseken had heard, she could see a
palace, that dazzled her eyes with its brightness.
For a while she gazed on the fairy scene, till at last
one of the little dancers ran up to her, and said, And
so, pretty Roseken, you are come at last to see us ? We
have often seen you play about, and wished to have you
with us." Then she plucked some of the fruit that
grew near, and Roseken at the first taste forgot her
home, and wished only to see and know more of her
fairy friends. So she jumped down from the bank
and joined the merry dance.
Then they led her about with them, and showed
her all their sports. One while they danced by moon-
light on the primrose banks, at another time they
skipped from bough to bough, among the trees that
hung over the cooling streams, for they moved as
lightly and easily through the air as on the ground:
and Roseken went with them everywhere, for they
bore her in their arms wherever they wished to go.
Sometimes they would throw seeds on the turf, and


little trees would spring up; and then they would set
their feet upon the branches, and rise as the trees grew
under them, till they danced upon the boughs in the
air, wherever the breezes carried them, singing merry
At other times they would go and visit the palace
of their queen: and there the richest food was spread
before them, and the softest music was heard; and all
around grew flowers, which were always changing their
hues, from scarlet to purple, and yellow, and emerald.
Sometimes they went to look at the heaps of treasure
which were piled up in the royal stores; for little dwarfs
were always employed in searching the earth for gold.
Small as this fairy land looked from without, it seemed
within to have no end; a mist hung around it to shield
it from the eyes of men; and some of the little elves
sat perched upon the outermost trees, to keep watch lest
the step of man should break in and spoil the charm.
"And who are you ?" said Roseken one day. "We
are what are called elves in your world," said one whose
name was Gossamer, and who had become her dearest
friend: "we are told you talk a great deal about us.
Some of our tribes like to work you mischief, but we
who live here seek only to be happy; we meddle little
with mankind, and when we do come among them it is
to do them good." "And where is your queen ?" said
Roseken. "Hush! hush! you cannot see or know
her: you must leave us before she comes back, which
will be now very soon, for mortal step cannot come.
where she is. But you will know that she is here,


when you see the meadows gayer, the rivers more
sparkling, and the sun brighter."
Soon afterwards Gossamer told Roseken the time was
come to bid her farewell; and she gave her a ring in
token of their friendship, and led her to the edge of the
grove. "Think of me," said she;-"but beware how
you tell what you have seen, or try to visit any of us
again: for if you do, we shall quit this grove and come
back no more." Turning back, Roseken saw nothing
but the old oak and the gloomy grove she had known
before. How frightened my father and mother will
be!" thought she, as she looked at the sun, which had
risen some time. "They will wonder where I have
been all night, and yet I must not tell them what I
have seen."
Then she hastened homewards, wondering, however,
as she went, to see that the leaves, which were yesterday
so fresh and green, were now falling dry and yellow
around her. The cottage, too, seemed changed; and
when she went in, there sat her father, looking some
years older than when she saw him last, and her mother,
whom she hardly knew, was by his side. Close by was
a young man. Father," said Roseken, who is this ?"
"Who are you that call me father?" said he; "are
you-no, you cannot be-our long-lost Roseken ?"
But they soon saw that it was their Roseken; and the
young man, who was her old friend and playfellow
Martin, said, "No wonder you had forgotten me in
seven years; do not you remember how we parted,
seven years ago, while playing in the field ?" We


thought you were quite lost; but I am glad to see that
some one has taken care of you, and brought you home
at last." Roseken said nothing, for she could not tell
all; but she wondered at the strange tale, and felt
gloomy at the change from fairy land to her father's
Little by little she came to herself, thought of her
story as a mere dream, and soon became Martin's bride.
Everything seemed to thrive around them; and Rose-
ken thought of her friends, and so called her first little
girl Elfie. The little thing was loved by every one.
It was pretty and very good-tempered. Roseken thought
that it was very like a little elf; and all, without know-
ing why, called it the fairy-child.
One day, while Roseken was dressing her little Elfie,
she found a piece of gold hanging round her neck by a
silken thread; and knew it to be of the same sort as
she had seen in the hands of the fairy dwarfs. Elfie
seemed sorry at its being seen, and said that she had
found it in the garden. But Roseken watched her,
and soon found that she went every afternoon to sit by
herself in a shady place behind the house. So one day
she hid herself to see what the child did there, and to
her great wonder Gossamer was sitting by her side.
"Dear Elfie," she was saying, "your mother and I
used to sit thus when she was young and lived among
us. Oh, if you could but come and do so too But
since our queen came to us it cannot be; yet I will
come and see you, and talk to you whilst you are a
child; when you grow up we must part for ever."


Then she plucked one of the roses that grew around
them, and breathed gently upon it, and said, "Take
this for my sake I it will now keep fresh for a whole
Then Roseken loved her little Elfie more than ever;
and when she found that she spent some hours of almost
every day with the elf, she used to hide herself and
watch them without being seen; till one day, when
Gossamer was bearing her little friend through the air
from tree to tree, her mother was so frightened lest her
child should fall, that she could not help screaming
out; and Gossamer set her gently on the ground, and
seemed angry, and flew away. But still she used some-
times to come and play with her little friend; and
would soon, perhaps, have done so the same as before,.
had not Roseken one day told her husband the whole
story: for she could not bear to hear him always won-
dering jnd laughing at their little child's odd ways,
and saying he was sure there was something in the
grovethat brought them no good. So, to show him
that all she said was true, she took him to see Elfie
and the fairy; but no sooner did Gossamer know
that he was there (which she did in an instant), than
she changed herself into a raven, and flew off into the
Roseken burst into tears, and so did Elfie, for she
knew she should see her dear friend no more; but
Martin was restless and bent upon following up his
search after the fairies, so when night came he stole
away towards the grove. When he came to it nothing


was to be seen but the old oak, and the gloomy grove,
and the hovels; and the thunder rolled, and the wind
whistled. It seemed that all about him was angry,
so he turned homewards, frightened at what he had
In the morning all the neighbours flocked around,
asking one another what the noise and bustle of the
last night could mean; and when they looked about
them, their trees seemed blighted and the meadows
parched, the streams were dried up, and everything
seemed troubled and sorrowful.
But yet they all thought that, somehow or other,
the grove had not near so forbidding a look as it used
to have. Strange stories were told: how one had heard
flutterings in the air, another had seen the grove as it
were alive with little beings, that flew away from it.
Each neighbour told his tale, and all wondered what
could have happened. But Roseken and her husband
knew what was the matter, and bewailed their folly;
for they foresaw that their kind neighbours, to whom
they owed all their luck, were gone for ever.
Among the bystanders none told a wilder story than
the old ferryman, who plied across the river at the foot
of the grove. He told how at midnight his boat was
carried away, and how hundreds of little beings seemed
to load it with treasures: how a strange piece of gold
was left for him in the boat as his fare; how the air
seemed full of fairy forms fluttering around; and how
at last a great train passed over, that seemed to be
guarding their leader to the meadows on the other side;


and how he heard soft music floating around; and how
sweet voices sang as they hovered overhead,-

Fairy Queen !
Fairy Queen I
Mortal steps are on the green;
Come away 1
Haste away
Fairies, guard your Queen I
Hither, hither, Fairy Qneer !
Lest thy silvery wi.!: -: ;
O'er the sky,
Fly, fly, fly !
Fairies, guard your lady Queen I
O'er the sky,
Fly, fly, fly!
Fairies, guard your Queen I

Fairy Queen!
Fairy Queen!
Mortal steps no more are seen;
Now we may
Down and play
O'er the daisied green.
Lightly, lightly, Fairy Queen !
Trip it gently o'er the green I
Fairies gay,
Trip away,
Round about your lady Queen!
Fairies gay,
Trip away,
Round about your Queen!

Poor Elfie mourned their loss the most; and would
spend whole hours in looking upon the rose that her
playfellow had given her, and singing over it the pretty
airs she had taught her: till at length, when the year's


charm had passed away, and it began to fade, she
planted the stalk in her garden, and there it grew and
grew, till she could sit under the shade of it, and think
of her friend Gossamer.




A FAITHFUL servant had worked hard for his master,
a thrifty farmer, for three long years, and had been
paid no wages. At last it came into the man's head

Der Jude im Dorn of Grimm. The dance-inspiring instru-
ment will be recognized, in its most romantic and dignified form, as
Oberon's Horn in Huon de Bordeaux. The dance in the bush forms
the subject of two old German dramatic pieces of the 16th century. A
disorderly monk occupies the place of the Jew; the waggish musician
is called Dulla, whom MM. Grimm connect with Tyl'.or Dill Fulcn-


that he would not go on thus any longer: so he
went to his master and said, "I have worked hard for
you a long time, and without pay too. I will trust to
you to give me what I ought to have for my trouble;
but something I must have, and then I must take a
The farmer was a sad miser, and knew that his man
was simple-hearted; so he took out three crowns, and
thus gave him a crown for each year's service. The
poor fellow thought it was a great deal of money to
have, and said to himself, "Why should I work hard
and live here on bad fare any longer ? Now that I am
rich I can travel into the wide world, and make myself
spiegel (Owl-glass), and the Swedish and Scandinavian word Thulr
(facetus, nugator), the clown and minstrel of the populace. In Her-
auds ok Bosa Saga, the table, chairs, &c. join the dance. Merlin, in
the old romance, is entrapped into a bush by a charm given him by
his mistress Viviane.
In England we have A Mery Geste of .the Frere and the Boye,
first "emprynted at London in Flete-streete, al the sygne of the Sonne,
by Wynkyn de Worde," and edited by Ritson, in his Pieces of Ancient
Popular Poetry. The boy receives
.. A bowe
Byrdes for to shete,"
and a pipe of marvellous power (to be found also in our Hansel and
Grethel ")-
"All that may the pype here
Shall not themselfe stere,
But laugh and lepe aboute"
The third gift is a most special one, for the annoyance of his step-
dame. The dancing trick is first played on a "Frere," who loses
"His cope and his scapelary,
And all his other wede,"
and the urchin's ultimate triumph is over the 'offycyall" before whom
he is brought.


merry." With that he put his money into his purse,
and set out, roaming over hill and valley.
As he jogged along over the fields, singing and
dancing, a little dwarf met him, and asked him what
made him so merry. "Why, what should make me
downhearted ?" said he; "I am sound in health and
rich in purse, what should I care for? I have saved
up my three years' earnings, and have it all safe in my
pocket." "How much may it come to ?" said the
manikin. "Three whole crowns," replied the coun-
tryman. "I wish you would give them to me," said
the other; "I am very poor." Then the good man
pitied him, and gave him all he had; and the little
dwarf said, "As you have such a kind heart, I will
grant you three wishes-one for each crown; so choose
whatever you like." Then the countryman rejoiced at
his good luck, and said, "I like many things better
than money: first, I will have a bow that will bring
down every thing I shoot at; secondly, a fiddle that
will set every one dancing that hears me play upon it;
and thirdly, I should like to be able to make every one
grant me whatever I ask." The dwarf said he should
have his three wishes; so he gave him the bow and
fiddle, and went his way.
Our honest friend journeyed on his way too; and if
he was merry before, he was now ten times more so.
He had not gone far before he met an old Jew. Close
by them stood a tree, and on the topmost twig sat a
thrush, singing away most joyfully. "Oh, what a
pretty bird!" said the Jew: "I would give a great
deal of my money to have such a one." If that's all,"


said the countryman, "I will soon bring it down."
Then he took up his bow-off went his arrow-and
down fell the thrush into a bush that grew at the foot
of the tree. The Jew, when he saw he could have the
bird, thought he would cheat the man; so he put his
money into his pocket again, and crept into the bush to
find the prize. But as soon as he had got into the
middle, his companion took up his fiddle and played
away; and the Jew began to dance and spring about,
capering higher and higher in the air. The thorns
soon began to tear his clothes, till they all hung in rags
about him; and he himself was all scratched and
wounded, so that the blood ran down. "Oh, for
Heaven's sake !" cried the Jew, "mercy, mercy, mas-
ter! pray stop the fiddle! What have I done to be
treated in this way?" "What hast thou done? Why
thou hast shaved many a poor soul close enough,"
said the other; "thou art only meeting thy reward."
So he played up another tune yet merrier than the first.
Then the Jew began to beg and pray; and at last he
said he would give plenty of his money to be set free.
But he did not come up to the musician's price for
some time, and he danced him along brisker and 9
brisker. The higher the Jew. danced, the higher he
bid; till at last he offered a round hundred crowns,
that he had in his purse, and had just gained by cheat-
ing some poor fellow. When the countryman saw so
much money, he said, "I will agree to the bargain."
So he took the purse, put up his fiddle, and travelled on,
very well pleased with his bargain.
Meanwhile, the Jew crept out of the bush, half


naked and in a piteous plight; and began to ponder
how he should take his revenge, and serve his late com-
panion some trick. At last he went to the judge, and
said that a rascal had robbed him of his money, and
beaten him soundly into the bargain; and that the
fellow who did it carried a bow at his back, and had a
fiddle hanging round his neck. Then the judge sent
out his bailiffs to bring up the man, wherever they
should find him; and so the poor countryman was soon
caught, and brought up to be tried.
The Jew began to tell his tale, and said he had been
robbed of his money. "Robbed, indeed!" said the
countryman; "why you gave it me for playing you a
tune, and teaching you to dance !" But the judge told
him that was not likely; and that the Jew, he was
sure, knew better what to do with his money. So he
cut the matter short by sending him off to the gallows.
And away he was taken; but as he stood at the
foot of'-the ladder he said, "My Lord Judge, may it
please your worship to grant me but one boon ? " Any
thing but thy life," replied the other. "No," said he,
"I do not ask my life; only let me play one tune upon
my fiddle for the last time." The Jew cried out, Oh,
no! no I no! for Heaven's sake don't listen to him!
don't listen to him!" But the judge said, "It is only
for this once, poor man! he will soon have done."
The fact was, he could not say no, because the dwarf's
third gift enabled him to make every one grant what-
ever he asked, whether they liked it or not.
Then the Jew said, "Bind me fast, bind me fast,
for pity's sake!" But the countryman seized his


fiddle, and struck up a merry tune; and at the first
note, judge, clerks, and gaoler, were set a-going; all
began capering, and no one could hold the Jew. At
the second note the hangman let his prisoner go, and
danced also; and by the time he had played the first
bar of the tune, all were dancing together-judge,
court, Jew, and all the people who had followed to
look on. At first the thing was merry and joyous
enough; but when it had gone on awhile, and there
seemed to be no end of either playing or dancing, all
began to cry out, and beg him to leave off: but he
stopped not a whit the more for their begging, till the
judge not only gave him his life, but paid him back the
hundred crowns.
Then he called to the Jew, and said, "Tell us now,
you rogue, where you got that gold, or I shall play on
for your amusement only." "I stole it," said the
Jew, before all the people; "I acknowledge that I
stole it, and that you earned it fairly." Then the
countryman stopped his fiddle, and left the Jew to
take his place at the gallows.

THE wife of a rich man fell sick; and ,when she
felt that her end drew nigh, she called her only daugh-
ter to her bedside, and said, "Always be a good girl,
Aschen-puttel of Grimm. Several versions of this story are
current in Hesse and Zwehrn, and it is one of the most universal
currency. We understand that it is popular among the Welsh, as it is


and I will look down from heaven and watch over you."
Soon afterwards she shut her eyes and died, and was
buried in the garden; and the little girl went every
day to her grave and wept, and was always good and
kind to all about her. And the snow fell and spread a
beautiful white covering over the grave; but by the
time the spring came, and the sun had melted it away
again, her father had married another wife. This new
wife had two daughters of her own, that she brought
home with her; they were fair in face but foul at
heart, and it was now a sorry time for the poor little
girl. "What does the good-for-nothing thing want in
the parlour ?" said they; "they who would eat bread
should first earn it: away with the kitchen-maid!"
Then they took away her fine clothes, and gave her an
old grey frock to put on, and laughed at her, and
turned her into the kitchen.
There she was forced to do hard work; to rise early
before daylight, to bring the water, to make the fire, to
cook, and to wash. Besides that, the sisters plagued
her in all sorts of ways, and laughed at her. In the

also among the Poles; and Schottky found it among the Servian fables.
Rollenhagen in his Froschmduseler (a satire of the sixteenth century),
speaks of the tale of the despised Aschen-pdssel: and Luther illustrates
from it the subjection of Abel to his brother Cain. MM. Grimm
trace out several other proverbial allusions, even in the Scandinavian
traditions. And lastly, the story is in the Neapolitan Pentamerone,
under the title of Cennerentola." An ancient Danish ballad has the
incident of the mother hearing from her grave the sorrows of her child
ill-used by the step-mother, and ministering thence to its relief. "The
Slipper of Cinderella finds a parallel, though somewhat sobered, in the
history of the celebrated Rhodope; so says the Editor of the late
edition of Warton, vol. i. (86).


evening when she was tired, she had no bed to lie
down on, but was made to lie by the hearth among the
ashes; and as this, of course, made her always dusty
and dirty, they called her Ashputtel.
It happened once that the father was going to the
fair, and asked his wife's daughters what he should
bring them. "Fine clothes," said the first; "Pearls
and diamonds," cried the second. "Now, child," said
he to his own daughter, what will you have ? " The
first twig, dear father, that brushes against your hat
when you turn your face to come homewards," said she.
Then he bought for the first two the fine clothes and
pearls and diamonds they had asked for: and on his
way home, as he rode through a green copse, a hazel
twig brushed against him, and almost pushed off his
hat: so he broke it off and brought it away; and when
he got home he gave it to his daughter. Then she
took it, and went to her mother's grave and planted it
there; and cried so much that it was watered with her
tears; and there it grew and became a fine tree. Three
times every day she went to it and cried; and soon a
little bird came and built its nest upon the tree, and
talked with her, and watched over her, and brought
her whatever she wished for.
Now it happened that the king of that land held a
feast, which was to last three days; and out of those
who came to it his son was to choose a bride for him-
self. Ashputtels two sisters were asked to come; so
they called her up, and said, "Now, comb our hair,
brush our shoes, and tie our sashes for us, for we are
going to dance at the king's feast." Then she did as


she was told; but when all was done she could not
help crying, for she thought to herself, she should so
have liked to have gone with them to the ball; and at
last she begged her mother very hard to let her go.
"You, Ashputtel!" said she; "you who have nothing
to wear, no clothes at all, and who cannot even dance-
you want to go the ball ?" And when she kept on
begging, she said at last, to get rid of her, "I will
throw this dish-full of peas into the ash-heap, and if in
two hours' time you have picked them all out, you shall
go to the feast too."
Then she threw the peas down among the ashes;
but the little maiden ran out at the back door into the
garden, and cried out-
Hither, hither, through the sky,
Turtle-doves and linnets, fly !
Blackbird, thrush, and chaffinch gay,
Hither, hither, haste away !
One and all come help me, quick !
Haste ye, haste ye !-pick, pick, pick "
Then first came two white doves, flying in at the
kitchen window; next came two turtle-doves; and after
them came all the little birds under heaven, chirping
and fluttering in; and they flew down into the ashes.
And the little doves stooped their heads down and set
to work, pick, pick, pick; and then the others began to
pick, pick, pick: and among them all they soon picked
out all the good grain, and put it into a dish, but left
the ashes. Long before the end of the hour the work
was quite done, and all flew out again at the windows.
Then Ashputtel brought the dish to her mother,
overjoyed at the thought that now she should go to


the ball. But the mother said, "No, no! you slut,
you have no clothes, and cannot dance; you shall not
go." And when Ashputtel begged very hard to go,
she said, "If you can in one hour's time pick two of
those dishes of peas out of the ashes, you shall go too."
And thus she thought she should at last get rid of her.
So she shook two dishes of peas into the ashes.
But the little maiden went out into the garden at
the back of the house, and cried out as before-

Hither, hither, through the sky,
Turtle-doves and linnets, fly!
Blackbird, thrush, and chaffinch gay,
Hither, hither, haste away!
One and all come help me, quick!
Haste ye, haste ye !-pick, pick, pick! "

Then first came two white doves in at the kitchen
window; next came two turtle-doves; and after them
came all the little birds under heaven, chirping and
hopping about. And they flew down into the ashes;
and the little doves put their heads down and set to
work, pick, pick, pick; and then the others began,
pick, pick, pick; and they put all the good grain into
the dishes, and left all the ashes. Before half an hour's
time all was done, and out they flew again. And then
Ashputtel took the dishes to her mother, rejoicing to
think that she should now go to the ball. But her
mother said, It is all of no use, you cannot go; you
have no clothes, and cannot dance, and you would only
put us to shame:" and off she went with her two
daughters to the ball.
Now when all were gone, and nobody left at home,


Ashputtel went sorrowfully and sat down under the
hazel-tree, and cried out-

Shake, shake, hazel-tree,
Gold and silver over me !"

Then her friend the bird flew out of the tree, and
brought a gold and silver dress for her, and slippers
of spangled silk; and she put them on, and followed
her sisters to the feast. But they did not know her,
and thought it must be some strange princess, she
looked so fine and beautiful in her rich clothes; and
they never once thought of Ashputtel, taking it for
granted that she was safe at home in the dirt.
The king's son soon came up to her, and took her
by the hand and danced with her, and no one else:
and he never left her hand; but when any one else
came to ask her to dance, he said, "This lady is dan-
cing with me."
Thus they danced till a late hour of the night; and
then she wanted to go home: and the king's son said,
"I shall go and take care of you to your home;" for
he wanted to see where the beautiful maiden lived. But
she slipped away from him, unawares, and ran off to-
wards home; and as the prince followed her, she
jumped up into the pigeon-house and shut the door.
Then he waited till her father came home, and told
him that the unknown maiden, who had been at the
feast, had hid herself in the pigeon-house. But when
they had broken open the door they found no one
within; and as they came back into the house, Ash-
puttel was lying, as she always did, in her dirty frock


by the ashes, and her dim little lamp was burning in
the chimney. For she had run as quickly as she could
through the pigeon-house and on to the hazel-tree, and
had there taken off her beautiful clothes, and put them
beneath the tree, that the bird might carry them away,
and had laid down again amid the ashes in her little
grey frock.
The next day when the feast was again held, and
her father, mother, and sisters were gone, Ashputtel
went to the hazel-tree, and said-
"Shake, shake, hazel-tree,
Gold and silver over me !"

And the bird came and brought a still finer dress
than the one she had worn the day before. And when
she came in it to the ball, every one wondered at her
beauty: but the king's son, who was waiting for her,
took her by the hand, and danced with her; and when
any one asked her to dance, he said as before, This
lady is dancing with me."
When night came she wanted to go home; and
the king's son followed her as before, that he might see
into what house she went: but she sprang away from
him all at once into the garden behind her father's
house. In this garden stood a fine.large pear-tree full
of ripe fruit; and Ashputtel, not knowing where to
hide herself, jumped up into it without being seen.
Then the king's son lost sight of her, and could not
find out where she was gone, but waited till her father
came home, and said to him,-" The unknown lady who
danced with me has slipt away, and I think she must


have sprung into the pear-tree." The father thought
to himself, Can it be Ashputtel ?" So he had an axe
brought; and they cut down the tree, but found no one
upon it. And when they came back into the kitchen,
there lay Ashputtel among the ashes; for she had
slipped down on the other side of the tree, and carried
her beautiful clothes back to the bird at the hazel-tree,
and then put on her little grey frock.
The third day, when her father and mother and
sisters were gone, she went again into the garden, and
Shake, shake, hazel-tree,
Gold and silver over me 1"

Then her kind friend the bird brought a dress still
finer than the former one, and slippers which were all
of gold: so that when she came to the feast no one
knew what to say, for wonder at her beauty: and the
king's son danced with nobody but her; and when any
one else asked her to dance, he said, "This lady is my
partner, Sir."
When night came she wanted to go home; and the
king's son would go with her, and said to himself, I
will not lose her this time;" but however she again
slipt away from him, though in such a hurry that she
dropped her left golden slipper upon the stairs.
The prince took the shoe, and went the next day to
the king his father, and said, "I will take for my wife
the lady that this golden slipper fits. Then both the
sisters were overjoyed to hear it; for they had beautiful
feet, and had no doubt that they could wear the golden


slipper. The eldest went first into the room where the
slipper was, and wanted to try it on, and the mother
stood by. But her great toe could not go into it, and
the shoe was altogether much too small for her. Then
the mother gave her a knife, and said, Never mind,
cut it off; when you are queen you will not care about
toes; you will not want to walk." So the silly girl
cut off her great toe, and thus squeezed on the shoe,
and went to the king's son. Then he took her for his
bride, and set her beside him on his horse, and rode
away with her homewards.
But in their way home they had to pass by the
hazel-tree that Ashputtel had planted; and on the
branch sat a little dove singing-
"Back again back again look to the shoe !
The shoe is too small, and not made for you !
Prince prince! look again for thy bride,
For she's not the true one that sits by thy side."
Then the prince got down and looked at her foot;
and he saw, by the blood that streamed from it, what a
trick she had played him. So he turned his horse
round, and brought the false bride back to her home,
and said, This is not the right bride; let the other
sister try and put on the slipper." Then she went into
the room and got her foot into the shoe, all but the
heel, which was too large. But her mother squeezed it
in till the blood came, and took her to the king's son:
and he set her as his bride by his side on his horse, and
rode away with her.
But when they came to the hazel-tree the little
dove sat there still, and sang-


Back again back again look to the shoe !
The shoe is too small, and not made for you!
Prince! prince! look again for thy bride,
For she's notthe true one that sits by thy side."
Then he looked down, and saw that the blood
streamed so much from the shoe, that her white stock-
*ings were quite red. So he turned his horse and
brought her also back again. "This is not the true
bride," said he to the father; "have you no' other
daughters?" "No," said he; there is only a little
dirty Ashputtel here, the child of my first wife; I am
sure she cannot be the bride." The prince told him to
send her. But the mother said, No, no, she is much
too dirty; she will not dare to show herself." How-
ever, the prince would have her come; and she first
washed her face and hands, and then went in and courte-
sied to him, and he reached her the golden slipper.
Then she took her clumsy shoe off her left foot, and
put on the golden slipper; and it fitted her as if it
had been made for her. And when he drew near and
looked at her face he knew her, and said, "This is the
right bride." But the mother and both the sisters
were frightened, and turned pale with anger as he
'took Ashputtel on his horse, and rode away with her.
And when they came to the hazel-tree, the white dove
Home home look at the shoe !
Princess the shoe was made for you!
Prince prince take home thy bride,
For she is the true one that sits by thy side !"
And when the dove had done its song, it came
flying, and perched upon her right shoulder, and so
went home with her.



AN honest farmer had once an ass, that had been
a faithful, hardworking slave to him for a great many
years, but was now growing old, and every day more
and more unfit for work. His master therefore was
tired of keeping him to live at ease like a gentleman,
and so began to think of putting an end to him. But
the ass,. who was a shrewd hand, and saw that some
mischief was in the wind, took himself slily off, and
began his journey towards Bremen. There," thought
he to himself, as I have a good voice, I may chance
'to be chosen town-musician."

The Bremer Stadtmusikanten ",of Grimm; current in Pader-
born. Rollenhagen, who in the sixteenth century wrote his poem
called Froschmiuseler (a collection of popular satirical dramatic scenes,
in which animals are the acting characters), has admirably versified the
leading incidents of this story. The occupant parties who are ejected
by the travellers are, with him, wild beasts, not robbers. The Ger-
mans are eminently successful in their beast stories. The origin of
them it is not easy to trace: as early as the age of the Minnesingers
(in the beginning of the thirteenth century) a collection of fables, told
with great spirit and humour by Boner, was current; but they are
more iEsopian, and have not the dramatic and instructive character of
the tales before us, which bear the features of the oldest Oriental
fables. In later times Reineke de Voss seems to be the matured result
of this taste, and whether originating in Germany or elsewhere, it had
there its chief popularity. To that cycle belong many of the tales col-
lected by MM. Grimm; and accordingly the fox is constantly present,
and displays everywhere the same characteristics. The moral ten-
dency of these delightful fables is almost invariably exemplary; they
always give their rewards to virtue and humanity, and afford protection
to the weaker but more amiable animals against their wily or violent
aggressors. Man is sometimes introduced, but generally to his dis-
advantage, and for the purpose of reproof and correction, as in Spitz
and the Sparrow."


After he had travelled a little way, he spied a dog
lying by the road-side, and panting as if he were very
tired. What makes you pant so, my friend ?" said
the ass. "Alas !" said the dog, "my master was
going to knock me on the head, because I am old and
weak, and can no longer make myself useful to him in
hunting; so I ran away: but what can I do to earn
my livelihood?" Hark ye !" said the ass; "I am
going to Bremen to turn musician: come with me, and
try what you can do in the same way." The dog said
he was willing, and on they jogged together, arm in
They had not gone far before they saw a cat sitting
in the middle of the road, with tears in her eyes, and
making a most rueful face. Pray, my good lady,"
said the ass, "what's the matter with you? you look
quite out bf spirits !" "Ah, me 1" said Grimalkin;
" how can a body be in good spirits when one's life is
in danger? Because I am beginning to grow old, and
had rather lie at my ease by the fire than run about the
house after the mice, my mistress laid hold of me and
was going to drown me; and though I have been lucky
enough to get away from her, I know not how I am to
live." Oh !" said the ass, by all means go with us
to Bremen; you are a good night-singer, and may make
your fortune as one of the Waits." The cat was pleased
with the thought; so she wiped her eyes with her
pocket-handkerchief and joined the party.
Soon afterwards, as they were passing by a farm-
yard, they saw a cock perched upon a gate, and
screaming out with all his might and main. Bravo I"


said the ass; "upon my word you make a famous
noise; pray what is all this about?" "Why," said
the cock, "I was just now telling all our neighbours
that we were to have fine weather for our washing-day;
and yet my mistress and the cook don't thank me for
my pains, but threaten to cut off my head to-morrow,
and make broth of me for the guests that are coming
on Sunday !" "Heaven forbid !" said the ass; "come
with us, Master Chanticleer: anything will be better
than staying here to have your head cut off Besides,
who knows ? If we take care to sing in tune, we may
get up a concert of our own: so come along with us!"
"With all my heart," said the cock: so they all four
went on jollily together towards Bremen.
They could not, however, reach the town the first
day; so, when night came on, they turned off the high-
road into a wood to sleep. The ass and the dog laid
themselves down under a great tree, and the cat climbed
up into the branches; while the cock, thinking that the
higher he sat the safer he should be, flew up to the
very top of the tree; and then, according to his custom,
before he sounded his triumph and went to sleep,
looked out on all sides to see that everything was well.
In doing this, he saw afar off something bright; and
calling to his companions, said, "There must be a
house no great way off, for I see a light." "If that be
the case," said the ass, "we had better change our
quarters, for our lodging here is not the best in the
world!" "Besides," added the dog, "I should not
be the worse for a bone or'two, or a bit of meat."
" And maybe," said Puss, as she licked her whiskers,


"a stray mouse will be found somewhere about the
premises." So they walked off the spot together to-
wards the place where Chanticleer had seen the light;
and as they drew near, it became larger and brighter,
till they at last came close to a lonely house, where a
gang of robbers lived.
The ass, being the tallest of the company, marched
up to the window and peeped in. "Well, Donkey,"
said Chanticleer, "what do you see ?" What do I
see ?" replied the ass; "why I see a table spread with
all kinds of good things, and robbers sitting round it
making merry." "That would be a noble lodging for
us," said the cock. "Yes," said the ass, "if we could
only get in." So they laid their heads together, to see
how they could get the robbers out; and at last they
hit upon a plan. The ass set himself upright on his
hind-legs, with his fore-feet resting against the window;
the dog got upon his back; the cat scrambled up to
the dog's shoulders, and the cock flew up and sat upon
puss. When all were ready, Chanticleer gave the signal
by pulling puss's tail; Grimalkin mewed, and up struck
the whole band of music. The ass brayed, the dog
barked, the cat mewed, and the cock -crowed. Then
they all broke through the window at once, and came
tumbling into the room, amongst the broken glass,
with a hideous clatter! The robbers, who had rot
been a little frightened by the opening concert, had
now no doubt that some frightful hobgoblins had
broken in upon them, and scampered away as fast as
they could.
The coast once clear, our travellers soon sat down


and despatched what the robbers had left with as much
eagerness as if they had not hoped to eat again for a
month. As soon as they had had enough, they put
out the lights, and each once more sought out a resting-
place to his own liking. The donkey laid himself down
upon a heap of straw in the yard; the dog stretched
himself upon a mat behind the door ; the cat rolled
herself up on the hearth before the warm ashes; the
cock perched upon a beam on the top of the house:
and, as all were rather tired with their journey, they
soon fell asleep.
But about midnight, when the robbers. saw from
afar that the lights were out and that all was quiet,
they began to think that they had been in too great a
hurry to run away; and one of them, who was bolder
than the rest, went to see what was going on. Finding
everything still, he marched into the kitchen, and
groped about till he found a match, in order to light a
candle. Espying the glittering fiery eyes of the cat,
he mistook them for live coals, and held the match to
them to light it. But the cat, not understanding such
a joke, sprang at his face, and spit, and scratched at
him. This frightened him dreadfully, and away he
ran to -the back door; but there the dog jumped up
and bit him in the leg. As he was crossing over the
yard, the ass kicked him; and the cock, who had been
awakened by the noise, crowed with all his might.
At this the robber ran back as fast as he could to
his comrades, and told the captain "how a horrid witch
had got into the house, and had spit at him, and had


scratched his face with her long bony fingers;-how
a man with a knife in his hand had hidden himself
behind the door, and stabbed him in the leg;--how a
black monster stood in the yard and struck him with a
club;-and how the devil sat upon the top of the
house and cried out, Throw the rascal up here!'"
After this the robbers never dared to go back to the
house; but the musicians were so pleased with their
quarters, that they never found their way to Bremen,
but took up their abode in the wood: and there they
live, I dare say, to this very day-"Jolly companions-
every one."


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BY the side of a wood, in a country a long way off,
ran a fine stream of water; and upon the stream there
stood a mill. The miller's house was close by, and the

Rumpelstilzchen" of Grimm. A story of considerable cur.
rcncy, told with several variations. We remember to have heard a
similar story from Ireland, in which the song ran,-
Little does my lady wot
That my name is Trit-a-Trot."


miller, you must know, had a very beautiful daughter.
She was, moreover, very shrewd and clever; and the
miller was so proud of her, that he one day told the
king of the land, who used to come and hunt in the
wood, that his daughter could spin gold. out of straw.
Now this king was very fond of money; and when he
heard the miller's boast his greediness was raised, and
he sent for the girl to be brought before him. Then
he led her to a chamber in his palace where there was a
great heap of straw, and gave her a spinning-wheel,
and said, "All this must be spun into gold before
morning, as you love your life." It wais in vain that
the poor maiden said that it was only a silly boast of
her father, for that she could do no such thing as spin
straw into gold : the chamber door was locked, and she
was left alone.

In the "Tour t6nebreuse et les jours lumineux, Contes Anglois,
tirez d'une ancienne chronique compose par Richard surnomm6 Coeur
de Lion, Roy d'Angleterre, Amst. 1708," the story of Ricdin-
Ricdon" contains the same incident. The song of the dwarf is as
follows :-
"Si jeune et tendre femelle
N'aimant qu'enfantins bats,
Avoit mis dans sa cvrvelle
Que Ricdin-Ricdon, je m'appelle,
Point ne viendroit dans mes laqs :
Mais sera pour moi la belle
Car un tel nom ne siait pas."
There is a good deal of learned and mythologic speculation in MM.
Grimm, as to the spinning of gold, for which we must refer the reader
to their work. The dwarf has here, as usual, his abode in the almost
inaccessible part of the mountains. In the original he rends himself
asunder, in his efforts to extricate the foot which, in his rage, he had
struck into the ground.


She sat down in one corner of the room, and began
to bewail her hard fate; when on a sudden the door
opened, and a droll-looking little man hobbled in, and
said, "Good morrow to you, my good lass; what are
you weeping for ?" Alas !" said she, I must spin
this straw into gold, and I know not how." "What
will you give me," said the hobgoblin, "to do it for
you?" My necklace," replied the maiden. He took
her at her word, and sat himself down to the wheel, and
whistled and sang,-
Round about, round about,
Lo and behold !
Reel away, reel away,
Straw into gold "
And round about the wheel went merrily; the work
was quickly done, and the straw was all spun into gold.
When the king came and saw this, he was greatly
astonished and pleased; but his heart grew still more
greedy of gain, and he shut up the poor miller's
daughter again with a fresh task. Then she knew not
what to do, and sat down once more to weep ; but the
dwarf soon opened the door, and said, What will you
give me to do your task ?" "The ring on my finger,"
said she. So her little friend took the ring, and began
to work at the wheel again, and whistled and sang,-
Round about, round about,
Lo and behold !
Reel away, reel away,
Straw into gold !"
till, long before morning, all was done again.
The king was greatly delighted to see all this glit-


tering treasure ; but still he had not enough: so he
took the miller's daughter to a yet larger heap, and
said," All this must be spun to-night; and if it is, you
shall be my queen." As soon as she was alone the
dwarf came in, and said, What will you give me to
spin gold for you this third time ? "I have nothing
left," said she. "Then say you will give me," said the
little man, "the first little child that you may have
when you are queen." "That may never be," thought
the miller's daughter: and as she knew no other way
to get her task done, she said she would do what he
asked. Round went the wheel again to the old song,
and the manikin once more spun the heap into gold.
The king came in the morning, and, finding all he
wanted, was forced to keep his word; so he married
the miller's daughter, and she really became queen.
At the birth of her first little child she was very
glad, and forgot the dwarf, and what she had said.
But one day he came into her room, where she was
sitting playing with her baby, and put her in mind of
it. Then she grieved sorely at her misfortune, and
said she would give him all the wealth of the kingdom
if he would let her off, but in vain; till at last her
tears softened him, and he said, "I will give you
three days' grace, and if during that time you tell me
my name, you shall keep your child."
Now the queen lay awake all night, thinking of all
the odd names that she had ever heard; and she sent
messengers all over the land to find up new ones. The
next day the little man came, and she began with


the names she could remember; but to all and each
of them he said, "Madam, that is not my name."
The second day she began with all the comical
names she could hear of, BANDY-LEGS, HUNCH-BACK,
CROOK-SHANKs, and so on; but the little gentleman
still said to every one of them, "Madam, that is not
my name."
The third day one of the messengers came back,
and said, I travelled two days without hearing of
any other names ; but yesterday, as I was climbing
a high hill, among the trees of the forest where the fox
and the hare bid each other good night, I saw a little
hut; and before the hut burnt a fire; and round about
the fire a funny little dwarf was dancing upon one leg,
and singing,-

Merrily the feast I'll make,
To-day I'll brew, to-morrow bake;
Merrily I'll dance and sing,
For next day will a stranger bring.
Little does my lady dream
Rumpel-stilts-ken is my name !' "

When the queen heard this she jumped for joy,
and as soon as her little friend came she sat down
upon her throne, and called all her court round to
enjoy the fun ; and the nurse stood by her side with
the baby in her arms, as if it was quite ready to be
given up. Then the little man began to chuckle at the
thoughts of having the poor child, to take home with
him to his hut in the woods; and he cried out,
"Now, lady, what is my name ? Is it JoHN ? "
asked she. "No, madam "Is it ToM ?" "No,


madam !" "Is it JinMy ? It is not." "Can
your name be RUMPEL-STILTS-KEN?" said the lady
slily. Some witch told you that -some witch told
you that!" cried the little man, and dashed his right
foot in a rage so deep into the floor, that he was forced
to lay hold of it with both hands to pull it out.
Then he made the best of his way off, while the
nurse laughed and the baby crowed; and all the court
jeered at him for having had so much trouble for no-
thing, and said, "We wish you a very good morning,
and a merry feast, Mr. RUMPEL-STILTS-KEN !"


ONE bright summer's day, as Mr. Bruin the bear
and his friend the wolf were taking a walk together
arm-in-arm in a wood, they heard a bird singing mer-
rily. "Hist, hist brother, stop a bit !" said the bear;
"what can that dear bird be that sings so sweetly?"
"My dear friend Bruin," said the wolf, "why, don't
you know ? that is his majesty the king of birds. We
must take care to show him all kinds of honour." (Now

"Der Zaunkinig und der Bir of Grimm, from Zwehrn. We
have Reynard here in his proper character; and the smaller animals
triumphing by superior wit over the larger, in the same manner as, in
many of the Northern traditions, the dwarfs obtain a constant supe-
riority over their opponents the giants. In Tulti Nameh's eighth fable
[Calcutta and London, 1801], an elephant is punished for an attack
upon the sparrow's nest, by an alliance which she forms with another
bird, a frog, and a bee.


between ourselves, you must know, Master Wolf was a
wag, and was hoaxing Bruin; for the bird was after all
neither more nor less than a tom-tit.) If that be the
case," said the bear gravely, "I should very much like
to see the royal palace; so pray come along and show
it me "Softly my dear friend," said the wolf,
"we cannot see it just yet, for her majesty is not at
home; we had better call again whenthe queen comes
Soon afterwards the queen came with food in her
beak, and she and the king her husband began to feed
their young ones. "Now for it said the bear; "the
family are at dinner." So he was about to follow them,
and see what was to be seen. "Stop a little, Master
Bruin !" said the wolf; "we must wait now till their
majesties are gone again." So they marked the hole
where they had seen the nest, and went away.
But the bear, being very eager to see the royal
palace, soon slipped away, wishing his friend good
morning, and came back again, and peeping into the
nest, saw five or six young birds lying at the bottom of
it. What nonsense !" said Bruin: "this is not a royal
palace; I never saw such a filthy place in my life; and
you are no royal children, you little base-born brats!"
As soon as the young tom-tits heard this they were
very angry, and screamed out, We are not base-
born, you brute of a bear! our father and mother are
good honest people : and you shall be well paid for
your slander At this the bear grew frightened, and
ran away to his den. But the young tits kept crying
and screaming; and when their father and mother


came home and showed them food, they all said,
"We will not touch a bit, no, not the leg of a fly,
though we'should die of hunger, till that rascal Bruin
has been well trounced for calling us base-born brats."
" Make yourselves easy, my darlings !" said the old
king; "you may be sure he shall have his due."
So he went out and stood before the bear's den,
and cried out with a loud voice, "Bruin the bear I
thou hast shamefully slandered our lawful children:
we therefore hereby declare bloody war against thee
and thine; which shall never cease until thou hast-had
thy due, thou wicked one !" Now when the bear
heard this, he called together the ox, the ass, the stag,
and all the beasts of the earth, in order to talk about
what he should do, and how to get up an army. And
the tom-tit, on his side, gathered together all the birds of
the air, both great and small; and a very large army
of hornets, gnats, bees, and flies, and other insects.
As the time drew near when the war was to begin,
the tom-tit sent out spies, to see who was the com-
mander-in-chief of the enemy's forces. And the gnat
(who was by far the cleverest spy of them all) flew
backwards and forwards in the wood where the bear's
troops were, and at last hid himself under a leaf on a
tree, close by which the orders of the day were given
out. Then the bear, who was standing so near the tree
that the gnat could hear all he said, called to the fox,
and said, Reynard, you are the cleverest of all the
beasts; therefore you shall be our chief, and lead us to
battle: but we must first agree upon some signal, by
which we may know what you want us to do." Be-


hold," said the fox, "I have a fine, long, bushy tail,
which looks like a plume of red feathers, and gives me
a very warlike air : now bear in mind, when you see me
raise up my tail, you may be sure that the battle goes
well, and that you have nothing to do but to rush down
upon the enemy with all your force. On the other
hand, if I drop my tail, the day is lost; and you must
run away as fast as you can." Now when the gnat
had heard all this, she flew back to the tom-tit, and
told him everything that had passed.
At length the day came when the battle was to be
fought; and as soon as it was light, behold I the army
of beasts came rushing forward, with such a fearful
sound that the earth shook. And his majesty the
tom-tit, with his troops, came flying along in warlike
array, flapping and fluttering, and beating the air, so
that it was quite frightful to hear; and both armies set
themselves in order of battle upon the field. Now the
tom-tit gave orders to a troop of hornets, that at the
first onset they should march straight towards Captain
Reynard, and fixing themselves about his tail, should
sting him with all their might and main.
The hornets did as they were told: and when Rey-
nard felt the first sting, he started aside and shook one
of his legs, but still held up his tail with wonderful
bravery. At the second sting he was forced to drop his
tail for a moment. But when the third hornet had
fixed itself, he could bear it no longer, but clapped his
tail between his legs, and scampered away as fast as he
could. As soon as the beasts saw this, they thought
of course all was lost, and scoured across the country


in the greatest dismay, leaving the birds masters of the
Then the king and queen flew'back-to their children,
and said, "Now, children, eat, drink, and be merry,
for the battle is won!" But the young birds said,
No no not till Master Bruin has humbly begged
our pardon for calling us base-born."
So the king flew off to the bear's den, and cried
out, "Thou villain bear come forthwith to my abode,
and humbly beseech my children to forgive thee for the
reproach thou hast cast upon them ; for if thou wilt not
do this, every bone in thy wretched body shall be
broken into twenty pieces "
Then the bear was forced to crawl out of his den
very sulkily, and do what the king bade him; and after
that the cloth was laid, and the table spread, and the
-young birds sat down together, and ate and drank, and
made merry till midnight.


DID you ever hear the story of the three poor sol-
diers, who, after having fought hard in the wars, set
out on their road home, begging their way as they
went ?
This story comes from Zwehrn, and has been given by MM.
Grimm only in an abridged' form in their notes; but we wished to
preserve the adventures substantially, as connected with our Donkey-
Wort, and as illustrating the antiquity and general diffusion of the
leading incidents of both. The usual excrescence is a horn or horns;
not, as here, "nasus, qualem noluerit ferre rogatus Atlas."


They had journeyed on a long way, sick at heart
with their bad luck at thus being turned loose on the
world in their old days; when one evening they reached
a deep gloomy wood, through which lay their road.
Night came fast upon them, and they found that they
must, however unwillingly, sleep in this wood; so, to
make all as safe as they could, it was agreed that two.
should lie down and sleep, while a third sat up and
watched, lest wild beasts should break in and tear
them to pieces. When he was tired he was to wake
one of the others, and sleep in his turn; and so on
with the third, so as to share the work fairly among
The two who were to rest first soon lay down and
fell fast asleep ; and the other made himself a good fire
under the trees, and sat down by its side to keep
watch. He had not sat long before, all on a sudden,.
up came a little dwarf in a red jacket. "Who is there ?"
said he. "A friend," said the soldier. What sort of
a friend ?" "An old broken soldier," said the other,
"with his two comrades, who have nothing left to live
on; come, sit down and warm yourself." "Well, my
worthy fellow," said the little man, "I will do what I
can for you; take this and show it to your comrades in
the morning." So he took out an old cloak and gave
it to the soldier; telling him, that whenever he put it
over his shoulders anything that he wished for would
be done for him. Then the little man made him a bow
and walked away.
The second soldier's turn to watch soon came, and
the first laid him down to sleep ; but the second man


had not sat by himself long before up came the dwarf
in the red jacket again. The soldier treated him in as
friendly way as his comrade had done, and the little
man gave him a purse, which he told him would be
always full of gold, let him draw as much as he would
,out of it.
Then the third soldier's turn to watch came; and
he also had little Red-jacket for his guest, who gave
him a wonderful horn, that drew crowds around it
whenever it was played, and made every one forget his
business to come and dance to its beautiful music.
In the morning each told his story, and showed
the gift he had got from'the elf : and as they all liked
each other very much, and were old friends, they agreed
to travel together to see the world, and, for a while,
only to make use of the wonderful purse. And thus
they spent their time very joyously; till at last they
began to be tired of this roving life, and thought they
should like to have a home of their own. So the first
soldier put his old cloak on, and wished for a fine
castle. In a moment it stood before their eyes : fine
gardens and green lawns spread round it, and flocks
of sheep, and goats, and herds of oxen were grazing
about; and out of the gate came a grand coach with
three dapple-grey horses, to meet them and bring them
All this was very well for a time, but they found
it would not do to stay at home always; so they got
together all their rich clothes, and jewels, and money,
and ordered their coach with three dapple-grey horses,
and set out on a journey to see a neighboring king.


Now this king had an only daughter, and as he saw
the three soldiers travelling in such grand style, he
took them for kings' sons, and so gave them a kind
welcome. One day, as the second soldier was walking
with the princess, she saw that he had the wonderful
purse in his hand. Then she asked him what it was,
and he was foolish enough to tell her,-though, indeed,
it did not much signify what he said, for she was a
fairy, and knew all the wonderful things that the three
soldiers brought. Now this princess was very cunning
and artful; so she set to work and made a purse, so
like the soldier's that no one would know one from the
other; and then she asked him to come and see her,
and made him drink some wine that she had got ready
for him, and which soon made him fall fast asleep.
Then she felt in his pocket, and took away the wonder-
ful purse, and left the one she had made in its place.
The next morning the soldiers set out home; and
soon after they reached their castle, happening to want
some money, they went to their purse for it, and found
something indeed in it; but to their great sorrow,
when they had emptied it, none came in the place of
what they took. Then the cheat was soon found out;
for the second soldier knew where he had been, and
how he had told the story to the princess, and he
guessed that she had played him a trick. "Alas !"
cried he, "poor wretches that we are, what shall we
do ?" "Oh! said the first soldier, let nogrey hairs
grow for this mishap : I will soon get the purse back."
So he threw his cloak across his shoulders, and wished
himself in the princess's chamber.


There he found her sitting alone, telling up her
gold, that fell around her in a shower from the wonder-
ful purse.
But the soldier stood looking at her too long; for
she turned round, and the moment she saw him she
started up and cried out with all her force, "Thieves !
thieves !" so that the whole court came running in,
and tried to seize on him. The poor soldier now began
to.be dreadfully frightened in his turn, and thought it
was high time to make the best of his way off; so,
without thinking of the ready way of travelling that
his cloak-gave him, he ran to the window, opened it,
and jumped out ; and unluckily, in his haste, his cloak
caught and was. left hanging, to the great joy of the
princess, who knew its worth.
The poor soldier made the best of his way home to
his comrades on foot, and in a very downcast mood;
but the third soldier told him to keep up his heart, and
took his horn, and blew a merry tune. At the first
blast a countless troop of foot and horse' came rushing
to their aid, and they set out to make war against their
enemy. Then the king's palace was besieged, and he
was told that he must give up the purse and cloak, or
that not one stone should be left upon another. And
the king went into his daughter's chamber and talked
with her ; but she said, "Let me try first if I cannot
beat them some way or another." So she thought of
a cunning scheme to overreach them ; and dressing
herself out as a poor girl, with a basket on her arm,
she set out by night with her maid, and went into the
enemy's camp, as if she wanted to sell trinkets.


In the morlir.g she began to ramble about, singing
ballads so beautifully that all the tentsw.ere left empty,
and the soldiers ran round in crowds, and thought of
nothing but hearing her sing. Amongst the rest came
the soldier to whom the horn belonged, and as soon as
she saw him she winked to her maid, who slipped slily
through the crowd, and went into his tent where it
hung, and stole it away. This done, they both got
safely back to the palace, the besieging army went
away, the three wonderful gifts were all left in the
hands of the princess, and the three soldiers were as
penniless and forlorn as when little Red-jacket found
them in the wood.
Poor fellows! they began to think what was now
to be done. "Comrades," at last said the second
soldier, who had had the purse, "we had better part
we cannot live together, let each seek his bread as well
as he can." So he turned to the right, and the other
two went to the left, for they said they would rather
travel together. Then on the second soldier strayed till
he came to a wood (now this was the same wood where
they had met with so much good luck before), and he
walked on a long time till evening began to fall, when
he sat down tired beneath a tree, and soon fell asleep.
Morning dawned, and he was greatly delighted, at
opening his eyes, to see that the tree was laden with
the most beautiful apples. He was hungry enough, so
he soon plucked and ate first one, then a second, then
a third apple. A strange feeling came over his nose:
when he put the apple to his mouth something was in
the way. He felt it-it was his nose, that grew and


grew till it hung down to his breast. It did not stop
there-still it grew and grew. "Heavens!" thought
he, "When will it have done growing?" And well
might he ask, for by this time it reached the ground
as he sat on the grass,-and thus it kept creeping on,
till he could not bear its weight or raise himself up;
and it seemed as if it would never end, for already it
stretched its enormous length all through the wood,
over hill and dale.
Meantime his comrades were journeying on, till on
a sudden one of them stumbled against something.
"What can that be?" said the other. They looked,
and could think of nothing that it was like but a nose.
"We will follow it and find its owner, however," said
they. So they traced it up, till at last they found their
poor comrade, lying stretched along under the apple-tree

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What was to be done? They tried to carry him,
but in vain. They caught an ass that was passing, and
raised him upon its back; but it was soon tired of car-
rying such a load. So they set down in despair, when
before long up came their old friend the dwarf with
the red jacket. "Why, how now, friend?" said he,
laughing: "well, I must find a cure for you, I see." So
he told them to gather a pear from another tree that
grew close by, and the nose would come right again.
No time was lost; and the nose was soon brought to its
proper size, to the poor soldier's joy.
"I will do something more for you yet," said the
dwarf: "take some of those pears and apples with
you; whoever eats one of the apples will havehis nose
grow like yours just now; but if you give him a pear,
all will come right again. Go to the princess, and get
her to eat some of your apples; her nose will grow
twenty times as long as yours did: then look sharp,
and you will get what you want from her."
Then they thanked their old friend very heartily for
all his kindness; and it was agreed that the poor
soldier, who had already tried the power of the apple,
should undertake the task. So he dressed himself up
as a gardener's boy, and went- to the king's palace, and
said he had apples to sell, so fine and so'beautiful as
were never seen- there before. Every one that saw
them was delighted, and wanted to taste; but he said
They were only for the princess; .and she soon sent her
maid to buy his stock. They were so ripe and rosy
that she soon began eating; and had not eaten above a
dozen before she too began to wonder what ailed her