Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 My mother
 Nursery rhymes
 Old Mother Hubbard
 Our pets
 Punch and Judy
 Jack the giant killer
 Little Red Riding Hood
 Back Cover

Group Title: Childhood's wonders : stories of My Mother, Baby, Nursery rhymes, Old Mother Hubbard, Our pets, Punch and Judy, Jack the Giant Killer, Little Red-Riding Hood
Title: Childhood's wonders
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Title: Childhood's wonders stories of My Mother, Baby, Nursery rhymes, Old Mother Hubbard, Our pets, Punch and Judy, Jack the Giant Killer, Little Red-Riding Hood
Alternate Title: My mother
Nursery rhymes
Old mother Hubbard
Our Pets
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. ; 18 cm.
Language: English
Creator: McLoughlin Bros., inc ( Publisher )
Publisher: McLoughlin Bros.
Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: [1885?]
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1885   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1885
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
Statement of Responsibility: with 32 full-page illustrations, printed in colors.
General Note: Date of publication from inscription.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Bibliographic ID: UF00053768
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Page i
    Title Page
        Page ii
    My mother
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
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        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
    Nursery rhymes
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
    Old Mother Hubbard
        Page 34
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
    Our pets
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
    Punch and Judy
        Page 56
        Page 57
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 65
        Page 66
    Jack the giant killer
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
        Page 74
        Page 75
        Page 76
        Page 77
    Little Red Riding Hood
        Page 78
        Page 79
        Page 80
        Page 81
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
        Page 85
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        Page 87
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    Back Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
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My Mother,
Nursery Riymes,
Old Mother Hubbard,
Our Pets,
Punch and Judy,
Jack the Giant Killer,
Little Red-Riding Hood.






WHO fed me from her gentle breast,

And hush'd me in her arms to rest,

And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?

My Mother,

When sleep forsook my open eye,

Who was it sung sweet hushaby,

And rock'd me that I should not cry?

My Mother.

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Who sat and watched my infant head,

When sleeping on my cradle bed,

And tears of sweet affection shed?

My Mother.

When pain and sickness made me cry,

Who gazed upon my heavy eye,

And wept for fear that I should die ?

My Mother.


Who taught my infant lips to pray,

And love GoD's holy "book and day,

And walk in Wisdom's pleasant way?

My Mother.

Who dress'd my doll in clothes so gay,

And taught me pretty how to play,

And minded all I had to say?

My Mother.

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Who ran to help me when I fell,

And would some pretty story tell,

Or kiss the place to make it well?

My Mother.

And can I ever cease to be -

Affectionate and kind to thee,

Who was so very kind to mne,

My Mother.


Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear;

And if God please my life to spare,

I hope I shall reward thy care,

My Mother.

When thou art feeble, old, and gray,

My healthy arm shall be thy stay,

And I will soothe thy pains away,

My Mother.

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And when I see thee hang thy head,

'Twill be my turn to watch thy bed,

And tears of sweet affection shed,

My Mother.

For GOD, who lives above the skies,

Would look with vengeance in His eyes;

If I should ever dare despise

My Mother.


WHEN Baby Boy first came to town
He had so many things to see,
That he could only stare and frown,
And wonder what they all could be.

But very soon he tried to crow,
And quite as soon he learnt to cry;
Then his fair hair began to grow;
His eyes were blue just like the sky;

His cheeks were round, and dimples came
About his feet, and hands, and chin;
And every day he'd such a game-
Nurse brought a tub to wash him in.

He kicked and laughed and splash'd, and tried
To catch the soap, and grew so red;
Then he was taken out, and dried,
Powdered, and dress'd, and kiss'd, and fed.

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So he went off to "Hush-a-bye,"
Till the Nurse was ready: after that
Mamma came in to gently tie
His fine new cloak, his feather'd hat,

And pretty shoes, that he might go
Into the garden for a walk,
Where the gay flowers bloom and grow;
And there Mamma and he would talk.

This Baby Boy, who cannot say
A. single word to you or me,
Can laugh and prattle all the day
To his Mamma,-for Nurse and she

Know what he means when he says "Nan,"
And Nan-na-nun-nah-dad-doo-dee,"
And other words, because they can
Reply in the same way you see.


So that is how it comes about,
Mamma and Baby Boy agree
To go and sit a long way out
Upon the rocks beside the sea.

There is a nice smooth beach below,
Where children play with shells and sand;
And the salt breezes softly blow
From the blue water to the land.

The summer sun shines warm and bright,
And as they sit and talk and play,
Mamma's gold trinkets are in sight,
So Baby Boy says '* What are they ?"

"I see the ships, the cliffs, the sea,
But these are better than them all;
They surely must be meant for me
To chink and jingle and let fall."


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Then dear Mamma took Baby Boy
To buy a jingle of his own,
A pretty red and silver toy,
For him to play with, for he'd grown

Able to laugh with Fred and Kate,
To catch them "bo-peep !" round the chair.
He'd thrown Fred's ball beneath the grate,
And tried to pull off Dolly's hair.

At many dear old pleasant games,
Nurse, Baby Boy, and Kate and Fred,
And sometimes Aunt and Uncle James,
Will play till it is time for bed.

They have an Ark, with beasts and birds,
Two monkeys and a kangaroo,
A drum, a gee-horse, letters, words
Painted on bricks, and pictures too.


Now Baby Boy is growing strong,
He has a color like a rose,
His eyes are dark, his hair is long,
He has a bridge across his nose.

Papa has asked some friends to dine;
They come to dine and stay to tea.
The ladies wear their jewels fine,
And Baby Boy comes down to see.

Kind Nurse has made a frock of lace,
All clean and white for him to wear,
Each lady kisses his sweet face,
Pats his soft cheek and smoothes his hair.

He laughs and dances, plays at peep!"
While all his funny words are said;
Then hugs Mamma and falls asleep-
.So Nursie carries him to bed.


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She lays him on his pillow down,
Unties his sash and bow and fiock,
And putting on his white bed-gown,
Takes off each tiny shoe and sock.

He turns, and with a sleepy eye
Looks in her face to say Good night;"
He is too good a boy to cry
While Nurse's candle shines so bright.

Mamma before she goes to rest,'
Up to his bed-room softly creeps;
His chubby hand is gently press'd;
And kisses touch him while he sleeps.

She prays that he may live and grow
To wake each morning full of joy;
And Angels round the bed, you know,
All through the night watch Baby Boy.




HEY diddle diddle, the cat and the
The cow jumped over the moon,
The little dog laughed to see such
And the dish ran after the spoon.

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I have a little sister; they call her

Peep, Peep,

She wades through the water, deep,

deep, deep;

She climbs the big mountains, high,

high, high,

Poor little sister, she has but one



Ba-a ba-a, Black Sheep,

Have you any wool?

Yes sir, yes sir,

Three bags full.

One for my master,

One for my dame,

And one for the little boy

That lives in our lane.


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The sheep's in the meadow, the

cow's in the corn.

Where's the little boy that looks after

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You shall have an apple,

You shall have a plum,

You shall have a rattle-basket,

When papa comes home.

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Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,

And cannot tell where to find them,

Leave them alone, and they'll come


And bring their tails behind them.




OLD Mother Hub-bard
Went to the cup-board,
To get her poor Dog a bone;
But when she came there
The cup-board was bare,
And so the poor Dog had none.


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She went to the Bak-er's
To buy him some bread,
And when she came back
The Dog lay like dead.

She went to the Join-er's
To get him a cof-fin,
And when she came back
The Dog stood laugh-ing.

She took a clean dish
To get him some tripe,
And when she came back
He was smok-ing a pipe.


She went to the Beer-shop
To fetch him some beer,
When she came back
The Dog sat on a chair.

She went to the Tav-ern
For white wine and red,
But when she came back
The Dog stood on his head.

She went to the Hat-ter's
To buy him a hat,
And when she came back
He was feed-ing the cat.


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She went to the Barb-er's
To buy him a wig,
And when she came back
He was dan-cing a jig.

She went to the Fruit-shop
To buy him some fruit,
When she came back
He was play-ing the flute.

She went to the Tail-or's
To buy him a coat,
When she came back
He was rid-ing a goat.


She went to the Shoe-shop
To get him some shoes,
When she came back
He was read-ing the news.

She went to the Dra-per's
To get him some lin-en,
And when she came back
The Dog was a spin-ning.

She went to the Ho-sier's
To buy him some hose,
And when she came back
He was dress-ed in his clothes.

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The Dame made a curt-sey,
The Dog made a bow,
The Dame said, "Your Serv-ant,"
The Dog said "Bow-wow "

this won-der-ful Dog
Was Dame Hub-bard's de-light;
He could sing, he could dance,
He could read, he could write.

She gave him rich dain-ties
When-ev-er he fed,
And e-rect-ed a mon-u-ment
When he was dead.


THIS is Pol-ly's own cat, Top-sy.
She looks very prim and quiet; but if
you play with her, you will find she
is a ver-y mer-ry lit-tle cat. She will
jump up-on the ta-ble at break-fast,
and run off with Pol-ly's toast; and if
Mam-ma be writ-ing a let-ter, Top-sy
will steal soft-ly along the arm of the
so-fa, and rub her paw o-ver the last
word mam-ma has writ-ten, and make
a great blot in the let-ter. Some-
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on Un-cle Tom's shoul-der while he
is read-ing, and look so grave-ly on
the book that you might think she
was read-ing too: but she is not quite
wise enough for that.
Car-lo is Har-ry's dog, and a ver-y
good dog he is. If you were to throw
a stone twen-ty times in-to the foam-
ing sea, Car-lo would plunge in, with-
out a-ny fear, and bring the ver-y same
stone out to you. And if Har-ry
los-es his ball a-mong the long grass,
Car-lo brings it in a min-ute. And


he can do bet-ter things than, these,
for one day in win-ter, when the riv-er
was froz-en, and Har-ry was skat-ing
on it ver-y nice-lv, he came to a place
were the ice was thin, for a hole had
been bro-ken the day before, and
there had not been time for it to get
hard a-gain. Poor Har-ry broke
through the ice and sank down in-to
the wa-ter: he would have been
drown-ed, but Car-lo div-ed down, and
brought him out safe. No won-der
Car-lo is a pet.

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Rab-bits are pret-ty mild crea-
tures. Some-times they live on
moor's, where they hide in bur-rows,
which are holes in the ground, then
they run a-bout the fields and eat the
green corn, and tur-nip tops, and
some-times in win-ter are ver-y hun-
gry. But Har-ry's tame rab-bits have
a warm house, and plen-ty of clean
straw, and fresh food ev-er-y day, and
are as well off as rab-bits can be that
are in pris-on. Har-ry goes in-to the
fields to pick clov-er and rib grass for


them, the gar-den-er gives him let-
tuce and cab-bage leaves; and he
some-times gives them dry corn,
for he likes them to have a change
of food. The large, fine old rab-bit
is call-ed Bun-ny. She is a great
Lit-tle Pol-ly went ev-er-y morn-ing
to the Poul-try yard to see the Poul-
try wom-an feed the fowls. Her
mam-ma had given her a Cock and
a Hen, and a fine brood of chick-ens,
to be her own. She fed them her-

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self, and they were al-ways read-y to
come round her when they heard
her say, Chuck! chuck! Pol-ly was
nev-er a-fraid of the fine, bold Cock,
even when he crow-ed so loud-ly that
you might have heard him a mile
off. He was vcr-y fierce if a-ny
oth-er cock came near his fam-i-ly,
but he was quite tame with Pol-ly,
and bowed like a gen-tle-man when
she gave him his bar-ley.



AH! here is our friend Punch and his wife
Ju-dy. Punch had just been sing-ing his fa-vor-ite
song of Root-to-to-to-too-it! walk-ing a-bout and
knock-ing his stick, when at last he call-ed out,
"Judy! Judy sev-er-al times, thump-ing on the
win-dow sill. Pres-ent-ly, Ju-dy popp-ed in. Bring
the ba-by," said Punch, in a tone which sat-is-fled
Ju-dy that he was in high good hu-mor. She popp-
ed out a-gain, and soon re-turn-ed with the pre-
cious ba-by. Oh, is-n't it a dar-ling!" said Punch,
ca-ress-ing-ly. "It was a dar-ling and a duck-o'-
di-a-monds! said Ju-dy, ad-dress-ing her-self to the
ba-by. "I do de-clare, it is just like its moth-er,"
said Punch, "on-ly it is'nt quite so hand some."
" Oh you are a flat-ter-er," said Ju-dy; "you
know ,that ev-er-y-bo-dy says that it's the ver-y
im-age of its fa-ther." "Give it to me," said Punch,
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ner rea-dy. There! go now; I know how to man
age. Do you think I can't nurse a ba-by? Hah,
hah "
Ju-dy did not half like giv-ing up the ba-by.
"Men are so clum-sy," she said. But Punch look-ed
so coax-ing, and she was so pleas-ed with his com-
pli-ment, that she could not re-sist. "Now mind
and don't hurt it, Punch," said she; and, for your
life, don't let it fall Hah hah !" said Punch;
" I hurt a ba-by in-deed! Root-to-to-to-too-it! "
and on he went march-ing a-bout, dan-cing and hug-
ging his ba-by in a style that would have fright-
en-ed Ju-dy, had she been pres-ent. At last he
gave it an un-luck-y toss, and threw it out of the
win-dow. Oh, dear oh dear! said Punch; oh
dear oh dear! Ju-dy! Ju-dy! Doc-tor! Doc-tor!"
he cri-ed, at the top of his voice. In came Ju-dy,
in great haste. "I told you so," she ex-claim-ed,
"I knew you would."
In she came, a mo-ment aft-er, with a stick, and
laid it a-bout Punch's head. But Punch snatch-ed
a-way the stick, and gave poor Ju-dy such a blow
that she fell down dead. "Oh dear! oh dear! he
said. "Oh! dear oh! dear! I feel ver-y ill.
Doc-tor! Doc-tor! Doc- tor, I shall die;" and


he laid him-self down flat up-on the floor. In came
the Doc-tor, with a slow step and sol-emn air:-
" What's the mat-ter, Mr. Punch! Sit up and let
me feel your pulse, sir. Yes, you are ver-y ill, I
see; I must send you a pill, sir." "I shan't take
it," says Punch. Oh but you must, sir! if you
do not, you'll die!" "I don't care for that," said
Punch, I shan't take it." "But I in-sist up-on it,
sir; you must take it, Mr. Punch." "But I wont
take it, Mr. Doc-tor; you may take it your-self."
And jump-ing up, he seiz-ed his stick, and be-la-
bor-ed the poor Doc-tor at such a rate that he was
ver-y glad to run a-way.
Root-to-to-to-too-it !" cried Punch, as he march-
ed off aft-er set-tling the Doc-tor. Pres-ent-ly, a
great knock-ing at the door was heard. "Who's
there ?" said Punch. "It's me," said a gruff voice.
"And who are you ?" said Punch. -pen the door,
I tell you." "I shan't, I tell you," said Punch.
"Then I'll break it o-pen." And in-stant-ly the
door flew o-pen, and in walk-ed the Bea-dle of the
Par-ish. Hol-loa old fel-low," said Punch ; "who
are you ?" "I am the Bea-dle of the Par-ish." "And
what do you want here ?" said Punch. "I come to
take you to pris-on" "What for?" "For kill-ing your




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wife, sir! "I shan't go." "But you must." But
I wont." "I tell you, you must." "I tell you, I
wont." But you shall," said the con-sta-ble, giv-
ing him a blow with his stick a-cross the head.
"But I shan't," said Punch, re-turn-ing the com-pli-
ment. "You shall." "I shan't." "You shall."
"I shan't." And so they went on, blow fol-low-ing
blow in quick suc-ces-sion, till down went the poor
con-sta-ble at last, and Punch march-ed a-bout in
tri-umph with his Root-to-to-to-too-it! "
Then Jo-ey, the clown, came in to see Punch, and
hear the news; and Punch told him, with great
glee, how he had set-tled the Bea-dle and the Doc-
tor: but he was not quite so gay when he came to
poor Ju-dy and the ba-by. "I say friend Punch,"
says Jo-ey, "you'll swing for this, I'm think-ing."
"No I shan't," said Punch. "You will though, old
fel-low, take my word for it." "And you take
that," said Punch, aim-ing a blow at Jo-ey's head.
But Jo-ey bob-bed down and let the blow pass;
then look-ed up grin-ning at Punch, with his hands
still stuck in his pock-ets, as much as to say: "It's
no use, old boy, you can't hit me, clev-er as you
are." Punch tri-ed a-gain and a-gain, but all in
vain; Jo-ey bob-bed and bob-bed so dex-ter-ous-ly,


that Punch could not come near him. Then he
pok-ed at him with his stick, but still to no pur-
pose; Jo-ey jump-ed a-side so nim-bly that Punch
on-ly knock-ed him-self and his stick a-gainst the
Punch then call-ed his dog To-by. "To-by!
To-by !" he cri-ed. To-by came trot-ting in. "Oh!
what a pret-ty dog !" said Punch; that's my dog."
" No it is-n't," said Jo-ey, "it's my dog." "I tell
you it's my dog," said Punch. "What non-sense,
Punch," says Jo-ey; "see how he'll come to me:-
To-by! To-by!" in-stant-ly To-by went.to his old
mas-ter. "That's a good dog," says Jo-ey, pat-ting
him. "And see how he'll come to me, now," said
Punch. "To-by! To-by! come a-long, To-by !" he
said, put-ting out his hand. "Bow wow!" said
To-by, snap-ping at him. Punch drew back, fright-
en-ed, while Jo-ey stood shak-ing his sides with
laugh-ter. Poor To-by said Punch, going o-ver
to the dog, and try-ing to coax him. To-by jump-ed
up and caught him by the nose. Punch roar-ed
out Mur-der! mur-der !" while Jo-ey, snatch-ing
his stick, thump-ed a-way at his head, grin-ning all
the while.
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thought, for kill-ing his poor wife. One day a
dread-ful look-ing man came in. "Hol-loa!" said
Punch, "who are you ?" "I'm Jack Ketch, come to
hang you for the mur-der of your wife." "Then,
take that," said Punch, pok-ing at him with his
stick. But it was no use; Jack Ketch brought
out the gal-lows. "Put your head in here," said
Jack Ketch, get-ting his rope in or-der. "Where ?"
said Punch. "Here," said Jack Ketch. Punch
stoop-ed his head, but took care to a-void the noose.
"That wont do," said Jack Ketch; "more to the
right." Punch went just as far on the oth-er side.
Then he went too high, then too low, always man-
ag-ing to es-cape the noose. "You stu-pid fel-low!"
said Jack Ketch. "Well, you show me how," said
Punch, "I don't know how to do it, I nev-er was
hang-ed be-fore!" "Well, there's some-thing in
that, to be sure,' said the hang-man, "put your
head in here, this way." When Punch saw Jack's
head fair-ly in the noose, he nim-bly pull-ed the
rope tight a-bout his neck, and swung him off,
shout-ing Hur-rah! hur-rah! Jack Ketch is dead;
no more hang-ing! Hur-rah! hur-rah! Root-to-to-
to-too-it! Root-to-to-to-too-it!"



IN ancient times, the good people of Cornwall
were sadly frightened at many wicked giants, who
came from different places, robbing and killing all
that fell in their way. Amongst them was the
giant Cormoran, who had a great castle near the
sea, from which he often started to go to another
castle of his in Ireland, walking through the waves,
with his short pipe in his mouth, and carrying his
luggage on his shoulders, slung on a thick stick.
When he came back, he did all sorts of cruel things,
so that the poor folks had no peace, night or day,
for fear of him.
Now, there was a very little fellow, named JACK,
who was not like other boys, but was as bold and
as strong as a man; and when he was told the
shocking things that had been done by Cormoran, he
would say to his father, quite bravely, "Should'nt
I like to kill that giant!" One night, having heard
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Jack felt more than ever a wish to kill him; so by-
and-by he slipped out, and got together a dark
lantern, a pick-axe, a shovel, and a horn, and with
these left the house quietly, and came near the
giant's castle, which stood on a hill.
Jack then dug a huge pit, just at the foot of the
hill, over which he strewed sticks and turf, so that
it looked like the rest of the ground. At daylight
he went to the castle gate, and blew his horn so
loudly that he aroused the giant, who roared out,
"You little villain! you shall pay dearly for this !"
Down the hill he rushed after Jack, until he came ,
to the bottom, and in a moment tumbled head over
heels into the pit. There he stuck fast, Jack all
the while crowing over him, and asking him why
he did not come out and meet him like a man!
Jack therr laid hdld of his pick-axe, and taking a
good aim, struck Cormoran a terrible blow on the
crown of his head, which killed him outright.
One day, when Jack was strolling about, a giant
pounced upon him, carried him home in his pocket,
and threw him into a room full of bones, telling
him to keep quiet while he sharpened a knife to kill
him with, for he meant to cook him for dinner, if


he could get another giant, who lived cese by, to
come and dine with him. Jack looked about the
room, and found two strong ropes; he made loops
at one end of each, got up to the window, and
waited till the two giants came to the door. Di-
rectly they were under the window, he dropped a
loop over each head, and quickly threw the ends
over a beam, and hoisted them from the ground,
kicking and struggling. Jack then glided down
the ropes, and put an end to the giants with his
new sharp sword, and let all the prisoners loose.
Soon after this great deed, Jack was invited to
King Arthur's court, and while he was there, the
King's son asked him to go with him to attack a
huge giant, who was the terror of one part of the
country. When the Prince and his little friend ar-
rived at the giant's castle, the former concealed him-
self behind a tree, while Jack boldly knocked at
the castle gate. Who is there ? growled a voice
of thunder. "Only a weary traveler," said Jack.
Well, then, what news, do you bring?" Oh,
very bad! King Arthur's son is coming here with
a powerful army, to burn your castle and put you
to death !" Pray come in; take my keys, and hide


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me in the deep stone cellar till they are gone."
As soon as the giant was safe under lock and key,
Jack let the Prince and his followers into the
castle, and they set to work to brick up the en-
trance to the stone cellar, so that the giant was soon
starved to death. The Prince rewarded Jack with
many precious gifts, and amongst these was his own
sword, which he begged his little companion to
wear for his sake, and to use it in destroying wicked
giants wherever he should encounter them. After
parting from the Prince, Jack went through a vast
forest, and fancied he heard groans coming from a
tree. On drawing near to it, he found a lord and a
lady were prisoners in the hollow trunk, where they
had been just placed by an enormous giant who
lived in the forest. Jack quickly released the cap-
tives, and on their way through the wood, they saw
the giant lying on the ground sound asleep. Jack
had now a fair chance for making use of the sword
the Prince had given him, and having quietly
"climbed up to the giant's breast, he dealt him so
well-aimed a blow at the heart, that he left him for
Jack learned that the giant just killed by him


had a brother, with a hideous great head on a small
body, who was so savage, that the very sight of
him, with his frightful club covered with iron
spikes, was enough to terrify people to death. Ai
though this monster was almost more than his
match, Jack was not daunted, and he watched at
the mouth of the cave where the giant lived, until
he should come out. And he did come out by-and
by, with a horrid roar, rolling his great eyes, and
grinding his teeth; Jack then, by a thrust through
his right arm, disabled him, and after this he soon
found ar. opportunity to finish him.
Jack next came to a great house, and a giant with
two heads asked him to walk in; after supper, he
put him in the best bed, but Jack, fearing mischief,
kept wide awake. Presently the giant crept softly
up to the bed, and banged away upon it with his
club, but Jack had put a sack of bran there that
was lying in the room. At breakfast next morn-
ing, the giant said, "Pray how did you sleep?"
"Pretty well, but for the rats." The giant then
filled two bowls with porridge; Jack ladled his
into a leather bag inside his waistcoat, and then
said, Look here; see what I can do!" and cutting



the bag, the porridge fell on the floor. "I can do
that too!" roared the giant, and with his knife
ripped his own stomach up, and died on the spot.
There now remained only one giant to be got rid
of, who held a Duke's daughter among his captives.
Jack was determined to rescue this fair lady, al-
though it was a task of very great danger, for the
giant's gate was guarded by two fiery dragons, at
the sight of which hideous monsters he, for the first
time, felt a little afraid. But this did not last long;
he soon took courage again, and coming close up to
the gate, found there was a huge-looking horn,
under which these words were written-
Whoever can this trumpet blow,
Will cause the giant's overthrow.
Jack now took a long breath, and manfully blew
the horn; the gates flew open, and in a moment the
giant, his castle, and the dragons turned into a blue
mist, and were no more to be seen. Nothing re-
mained but the captives: amongst these was the
Duke's beautiful daughter, who soon after was
given by her father in marriage to our brave little
hero, JACK,-a reward he fully deserved, for being
so famous a GIANT-KILLERB





ONCE upon a time a nice little girl lived
in a country village, and she was the sweet-
est creature that ever was seen; her mother
loved her with great fondness, and her grand-
mother doted on her still more. A pretty
red-colored hood had been made for the little
girl, which so much became her, that every
one called her Little Red Riding-Hood. One
day her mother having made some cheese-



cakes, said to her: "Go, my child, and see
how your grandmother does, for I hear she
is ill; carry .her some of these cakes, and a
little pot of butter."
Little Red Riding-Hood immediately set
out, with a basket filled with the cakes and
the pot of butter, for her grandmother's
house, which was in a village a little distant
from her mother's.
As she was crossing a wood, which lay
in her road, she met a large Wolf, who had
a great mind to eat her up, but dared not
indulge his wicked wish, because of some
woodcutters who were at work near them
in the forest. He ventured, however, to ask
her whither she was going. The little girl,
not knowing how dangerous it was to talk to a


wolf, replied: "I am going to see my grand-
mamma, and carry her these cakes and a
pot of butter." "Does she live far off?"
said the Wolf. "Oh, yes," answered Little
Red Riding-Hood, "beyond the mill you see
yonder, at the first house in the village."
"Well," said the Wolf, "I will go and see
her too; I will take this way, and you take
that, and let us see which will be there the
sooner." The Wolf set out, running as fast
as he could, and taking the shortest way;
while the little girl took the longest, and
amused herself as she went along, with gath-
ering nuts, running after butterflies, and
making nosegays of such flowers as she found
within her reach. The Wolf soon arrived at
the dwelling of the grandmother, and knocked


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at the door: "Who is there ?" said the old
woman: "It is your grandchild, Little Red
Riding-Hood," replied the Wolf, in the voice
of the little girl: "I have brought you some
cheese-cakes, and a little pot of butter, that
mamma has sent you."
The good old woman, who was ill in bed,
then called out, "Pull the bobbin, and the
latch will go up." The Wolf pulled the bob-
bin, and the door opened. He sprung upon
the poor old grandmother, and ate her up in
a few minutes, for it was three days since
he had tasted any food.
The Wolf then shut the door, and laid him-
self down in the bed, and waited for Little
Red Riding-Hood, who very soon after reached
the door. Tap, tap! "Who is there?" She


was at first a little frightened at the hoarse
voice of the Wolf, but believing that her
grandmother had got a cold, she answered:
"It is your grandchild, Little Red Riding-
Hood. Mamma has sent you some cheese-
cakes, and a little pot of butter." The Wolf
called out, softening his voice: "Pull the
bobbin, and the latch will go up." Little
Red Riding-Hood pulled the bobbin, and the
door opened.
When she came into the room, the Wolf,
hiding himself under the bed-clothes, said to
her, trying all he could to speak in a feeble
voice. "Put the basket, my child, on the
stool, take off your clothes, and come into
bed with me."
Little Red Riding-Hood accordingly un-

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dressed herself, and stepped into bed; where,
wondering to see how her grandmother looked
in her night-clothes, she said to her: "Grand-
mamma, what great arms you have!" "The
better to hug thee, my child." "Grand-
mamma, what great ears you have!" "The
better to hear thee, my child." "Grand-
mamma, what great eyes you have!" "The
better to see thee, my child." "Grand-
mamma, what great teeth you have!" "They
are to eat thee up with: and saying these
words, the wicked Wolf fell upon poor Little
Red Riding-Hood, and ate her up at a few

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