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 Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 On the tree-top
 The beggar king
 The enchanted tale of Banbury...
 The tragical history of Chan Fung...
 The story of Miss Muffet
 The gold spinner
 A child's calendar
 The mission tea party
 Aladdin
 The lost bell
 The sleeping princess
 The wolf and the goslings
 Little Ursel's mothering Sunda...
 The fairy flag
 Wasis the conqueror
 Little peachling
 The deacon's little maid
 King Oleg's crown
 Back Cover






Group Title: On the tree top : children's favorite stories
Title: On the tree top
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Title: On the tree top children's favorite stories
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : col. ill. ; 26 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Bates, Clara Doty, 1838-1895
Merrill, Frank T ( Frank Thayer ), b. 1848 ( Illustrator )
Garrett, Edmund Henry, 1853-1929 ( Illustrator )
D. Lothrop & Company ( Publisher )
Publisher: D. Lothrop Company
Place of Publication: Boston
Publication Date: c1891
 Subjects
Subject: Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1891   ( lcsh )
Fairy tales -- 1891   ( rbgenr )
Nursery rhymes -- 1891   ( rbgenr )
Prize books (Provenance) -- 1891   ( rbprov )
Bldn -- 1891
Genre: Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Fairy tales   ( rbgenr )
Nursery rhymes   ( rbgenr )
Prize books (Provenance)   ( rbprov )
poetry   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston
 Notes
Statement of Responsibility: versified by Clara Doty Bates and others ; illustrated by Frank T. Merrill, Edmund H. Garrett and other well known artists.
General Note: Text and cuts printed in either red or blue.
General Note: Fairy tales and children's stories versified by Clara Doty Bates.
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Bibliographic ID: UF00081084
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
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Resource Identifier: aleph - 002224394
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oclc - 191092013

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter 1
        Front Matter 2
    Frontispiece
        Frontispiece
    Title Page
        Title Page 1
        Title Page 2
    Table of Contents
        Table of Contents 1
        Table of Contents 2
    On the tree-top
        Page 1
        Page 2
    The beggar king
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
    The enchanted tale of Banbury Cross
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
    The tragical history of Chan Fung Loo
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
    The story of Miss Muffet
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
    The gold spinner
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
    A child's calendar
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
    The mission tea party
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
    Aladdin
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
    The lost bell
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
    The sleeping princess
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
        Page 52
    The wolf and the goslings
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
        Page 56
    Little Ursel's mothering Sunday
        Page 57
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
    The fairy flag
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 65
        Page 66
        Page 67
    Wasis the conqueror
        Page 68
        Page 69
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
    Little peachling
        Page 74
        Page 75
        Page 76
        Page 77
    The deacon's little maid
        Page 78
        Page 79
        Page 80
        Page 81
    King Oleg's crown
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
        Page 90
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
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CHILDREN'S FAVORITE STORIES



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FRANK T. MERRILL, EDMUND H. GARRETT
AND OTHER WELL KNOWN ARTISTS







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COPYRIGHT, 1391,
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CONTENTS.





I.

ON THE TREE-TOP.


II.


THE BEGGAR KING.


III.

THE ENCHANTED TALE OF BANBURY CROSS.


IV.

THE TRAGICAL HISTORY OF CHAN FUNG LOG.


V.

THE STORY OF MISS MUFFET.


VI.


THE GOLD SPINNER.


VII.

A CHILD'S CALENDAR.


VIII.

THE MISSION TEA PARTY.


IX.


ALADDIN.









CONTENDS.


X.

THE LOST BELL.


XI.

TIHE SLEEPING PRINCESS.


XII.

THE WOLF AND THE GOSLINGS.


XIII.

LITTLE URSEL'S MOTHERING SUNDAY.


XIV.

THE FAIRY FLAG.


XV.

WASIS THE CONQUEROR.


XVI.

LITTLE PEACHLING.


XVII.

THE DEACON S LITTLE MAID.


XVIII.

KING OLEG'S CROWN.







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Rock-a-bye, baby on the tree-top,
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock.
When the bough bends, the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby, bough, cradle and all.








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THE BEGGAR KING.


BY MARY E. WILKINS.





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HALF frantic, down the city streets,
The barking dogs they tore;
The dust it flew, and no man knew
The like of it before.

The great St. Bernard's booming bass,
The hound's sepulchral howl,
The terrier-whelp's staccato yelp,
And the bull-dog's massive growl,

In chorus sounded thro' the town:
The windows up they went,
Thro' every space a gaping face
Inquiringly was bent.


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The burgher's daughter clean forgot
Her snood of silk and pearls,
And full of dread, popped out her head,
With its tumbled yellow curls.

A rosebud smote her on the lips:
Down went the rattling blind;
But still the maid, all curious, staid
And slyly peeped behind.

A handsome lord, with smiling lips,
Leaned from the opposite tower;
Two withered hags, in dirt and rags,
Did from their garret glower.

The tailor left his goose to see,
And got his coat ablaze;
Three --.i.: n,. maids, with shining braids,
Looked on in wild amaze.


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THE BEGGAR KING.


The emperor's palace windows high,
All open they were set-
From the gray stone red jewels shone,
And gold and violet.

The el I,. of the emperor's court
Leaned out with stately grace;
And each began her peacock fan
To wave before her face.

Iark hark hark the dogs do bark !"
The emperor left his throne
t the uproar, and o'er the floor,
He trailed his ermine gown.

C.te dogs press round the city-gates,
The guards they wave them back ;
libt all in vain with might and main,
Dance round the yelping pack.

liark hark! hark o'er growl and bark
There sounds a trumpet-call !
Now, rat-tat-tat, pray what is that
Outside the city-wall ?


Airs from the Beggar's Opera
On broken fiddles played;
On pans they drum and wildly strum,
Filched from a dairy-maid.

With tenor-whine, and basso-groan,
The chorus is complete;
And, far and wide, there sounds beside
The tramp of many feet!
" Hark hark hark the dogs do bark!"
Ah, what a horrid din !
The Beggars wait outside the gate,
And clamor to get in.

A herald to the emperor rode:
Save save the emerald crown !
For, hark hark hark the dogs do bark !
The Beggars storm the tdwn!"

The emperor donned his clinking mail,
Called out his royal guard,
The city-gate, with furious rate,
Went galloping toward.

A captain with a flag of truce
Thus parleyed on the wall:
Why do ye wait outside the gate,
And why so loudly call? "

HIe spoke, then eyed them with dismay;
For o'er the valley spread
The clamoring crowd, and stern and proud
A king rode at their head.

In mothy ermine he was drest;
As sad a horse he rode,
With jaunty air, quite dbnonnaire,
As ever man bestrode.








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A great court-beauty's splendid dress
s there, all soiled and frayed;
... The scarf, once lriglit, a, lelted knight
I NWore at his accolade;
A queen's silk hose; a bishop's robe;
A monarchs funecral-pall
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S.I.. r" ..... '". .Around the city gatle-
I. The sour and sad, the sick and bad,
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But in the wretched company
S'IThere was one dainty thing:
S'A A A maiden, white as still moonlight,
Who rode beside the king.
___-_ __ ^^ 1Her hands were full of apple-flowers
Plucked in the country lanes
SI Her little feet, like lilies sweet,
'- O'erlaced with violet veins,
i Hung down beneath her tattered dress
J. -- A bank of lilies, showed
-, Her shoulders fair; her dusky hair
*' Down to her girdle flowed.








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Up spoke the haughty Beggar King:
"I want no parleying word !
Bid come to me, right speedily,
The emperor, your Lord !"


\\d iJ:-,:n flew the city-gate!
SOut _i.:-k rhe emperor bold;
H i .. a- -i.e pranced and lightly danced
Liu'.., I, hoofs of gold.

No:. !i .ouldst thou, 0 Beggar King?
S \ I, r .: i.,ldest thou with me ?
F .... 3! rl_ old the town doth hold
S\\.-.L tI ,..:r. suffice for thee."
1 .ll...ll c:r Ii ou my daughter dear,
'r i:'..F ,:r, by my side?
TIhL..r il.. the rose, it sweetly grows,
A.1..1 -|I,: :hall be thy bride,

A d" A!.:.I ri.:i halt seat her on thy throne.
When thou thy troth hast pledged,
Her beauty grace with gems and lace,
And robes with ermine edged;

"Or else, on thee, O emperor,
Like locusts we'll come down!
__ And naught that's fair or rich or rare,
We'll leave within the town !

The children all shall lack for food,
And the lords and ladies pine;
For we will eat your dainties sweet,
And drink your red old wine !
"Now what say'st thou, 0 emperor ?-
S Wed thou my daughter dear,
To-morrow day, by dawning gray,
Thy borders shall be clear."
The emperor looked upon the maid:
She shyly dropped her head;
S Her apple-flowers fell down in showers,
Her soft white cheeks grew red.







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He grasped her bridle-rein.

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Came pacing throw' the town, "
And by his side his timid bride
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Robes stiff with threads of old,
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THE ENCHANTED TALE OF BANBURY CROSS.

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"Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
To see an old woman jlmp on a white horse, "
With rings on heringers and bells on her toes, '
She shall make music wherever she goes." .
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THE ENCHANTED TALE OF BANBURY CROSS.


The white horse arched his slender neck,
Silver bells are ringing,
Snow-white he was without a speck,
Silver bells are ringing.
An old wife held his bridle-rein,
(The king was there with all his train,)
Her gray hair fluttered in the wind,
Her gaze turned inward on her mind;
And not one face seemed she to see
In all that goodly company.
Gems sparkled on her withered hands;
Her ankles gleamed with silver bands
On which sweet silver bells were hung,
And always, when she stirred, they rung.


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Silver bells are ringing,
Before him leapt his fiery heart,
' Silver bells are ringing.
Upon his back the old wife sprung,
Her silver bells, how sweet they rung !
She gave her milk-white steed the rein,
And round they swept, and round again.
A merry sight it was to see,
And the silver bells rang lustily.
The gallant horse with gold was shod;
So fleetly leapt he o'er the sod,
He passed the king before he knew:
And past his flying shadow flew.


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Silver bells are ringing,
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Silver bells are ringing.
The princess laughed out with delight,
And clapped her hands, so lily-white
The darling princess, sweet was she
As any flowering hawthorn-tree.
She stood beside her sire, the king,
And heard the silvery music ring,
And watched the old wife o'er the plain ,
Sweep round, and round, and round again
Till, suddenly she slacked her pace,
And stopped before her wondering face,





And snatched her up before they knew,
SSilver bells are ringing
'And with her from their vision flew,
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The nobles to their saddles spring,
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S .' -' They gallop over meadows green;
They leap the bars that lie between;
Thr' the cool woodland ride they now,
.. '' \ 'Neath rustling branches, bending low;
The silver music draws them on,
-.. But, when they reach it, it is gone-
S-' The white dew falls, the sun is set,
S ,,-' --:And no trace of the princess yet.








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Silver bells are.
' They could but make her a white dove,"
Silver bells are ringing.
The king stood neathh the minster-wall,
And loudly on his child did call.
A snow-white dove beneath the eaves,
Looked down from 'mongst the ivy-leaves,
Then flew down to the monarch's breast,
And, sorely panting there did rest.
Then spake the Wise Man by his side:
Oh, king, canst thou subdue thy pride
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'' Where the Yangtse Kiang and Hoang Ho
FIlow from the beautiful Mounts of Snow,
Where the Pe-la-shu are the favorite trees, _
And tea leaves float on the evening breeze -
In the province of Kwang Tung, near Chow Choo,
Lived a wonderful youth named Chang Fung Loo.

He was wonderful, just as a phoenix would be,
Or anything equally rare to see -
A blackbird white, or a sunlit night,
Or a walking fish, or a wingless bird, 'l
Or anything else that is quite absurd 1
For he was a glutton Just think of that! -* l
In a country with stomachs so small and nice
That they make a whole meal of one frog-if fal. -- '!u I
Or some infinitesimal grains of rice. '
Yes, he was a glutton. For breakfast he'd eat o!
A couple of dozen of pickled pigs' feet,
A gallon or two of elegant stew I
Made from the delicate Sho-kia-yu,
A yard of bread, and a three-quart pot --- '
Of ginger preserve, uncommonly hot, _.r-:.
And wash it all down, as the case might be, J ,
With thirty or forty cups of tea.


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And then he'd sit down on the bamboo floor,
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Day by day his appetite grew,
Day by day the whole year through;
Till all that he wished, and all that he said,
And all that he thought of, living or dead,
Big or little, or sour, or sweet,
Was just to get something more to eat. !

No matter how horrid the kind of beast,
He did not care in the very least ;
But.would stick big pins
In his poor slaves' shins,
If they were not ready with some new feast -
Elephants' trunks and tiger roast,


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If he had not been born with the peacock fe
(Which in those barbarous lands of the Sout
Is the same as our silver spoon in the mouth
He would not be whipped till he lost his bre
Or hung, if you please, or flayed to death,
Or banished away, as they sometimes do,
To Sing Chu Ling, or to Yung Chow Foo.


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But his father was Kung And, besides all that,
He wore a big ruby on top of his hat.
So, whenever his son asked a slave for a dish,
That moment 'twas brought, be it flesh, be it fish
And poor Chang in the end, as was likely you see,
Was as spoiled as a boy with a pig-tail could be.

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Walrus haunch and Zebra stew,
Rump steak cut from the Horned Gnu,
Hiplpupotamus and pickled Seal,
i::,,n..ceros baked in cochineal,
( I ..-cdiile tails and Camels' humps,
MI-.il.reys cut into strips and lumps,
N.-Ir: of Camelopard, spiced and cloved-
Ili'se were a few of the things he loved.


It happened to make my story short
It happened one day as he went to co
SDriving his long-tailed ponies four
Up to the emperor's palace door,
He heard them talk, in a frightened w:
Of a monster seen in Chow Choo bay -
A horrible thing, all teeth and claws,
With a pair of tremendous bony jaws,
And a dorsal fin all black and red,
And a waterspout in a giant head,
And a scaly length of a mile or more,
Hobbling and wriggling along the shore,
And a cyclop eye in a horned tail,
A double head, double dyed, double u (w) hale.
"My Junk! My Junk! was all Chang said.
And flung his whip at a pony's head.
"Sound the loud tam-tam! Beat the drum!
Bid all my bold retainers come!
Shout for my brave harpooner bold !
Fling out my sails of cloth of gold I
Belay the anchor and douse the glib !
I'll suf to-night on that monster's rib!"


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A hundred sailors, by fours and fours,
Rising and falling above the oars; ,- -
A hundred -ll w, soldiers dressed .- M.... V k
With spear and helmet and shield on breast; t\ .
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And Chang himself on the deck the upper- 5--^ "
Smacking his lips as he thought of supper -

" Avast your helm the lookout cried,.
"There she blows on the aboard side "

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And winked with the eye in his horned tail 1

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Is this: that a boy who sets up for a gluttoner

SMust watch, or some still bigger gobbler than he
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Ij A MILLER had a daughter,
JX YAnd lovely, too, she wa-
Her step was light, her smile w br;.-ht.
Her eyes were gray as glass.
(So C 1, iil...- loved to write of e --
In which that nameless azure li.-
So like shoal-water in its hue,
Though all too crystal clear for lul.r.
As you would suppose, the mill. r
Was very proud of her,
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As to what her graces were.
On the powVdery air of his own mill
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This foolish tale he told,
That his daughter could spin from bits of straw
Continuous threads of gold!
So boastful had he grown, forsooth,
That he cared but little for the truth:
But since this was a curious thing / I
It came -to the knowledge of the king.

He thought it an old wife's fable,
But senseless stuff at best
Yet, as he had greed, he cried, Indeed I
I will put her powers to test."
With a wave of his hand, he further said
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Should come to the castle, and he would see
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Next day, with a trembling step,
She reached the palace door,
And was shown into a chamber, where
Was straw upon the floor.
They brought her a chair and a spinning-wheel,
A little can of oil, and a reel; *
And said that unless the work was done -
All of the straw into the gold-thread spun -
By the time that the sun was an hour high '
Next morning, she would have to die.'



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I.iI i1, :I never spun a thread in her life, '
N'' 'wver reeled a skein! -
S' f the door creaked, and through a chink,
1'a \',rl 'i I .roll wise smile and funny wink, '
i,, :r .r'ped a little quaint old man,.
a' I n, 1mped, and crooked, and browned wit .
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S' d" Little maid, what will you -.. .
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'i .\ i I t or two, and nothing more!
S I A necklace from her throat so slim
S'- She took, and timidly offered him.
J i I 'Twas enough, it seen d ; for he sat
S" I At the wheel in front of her,
-- And turned it three times round and round,
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Had been deftly spun into golden thread. '"

At sunrise came the king .!.'' '
To the chamber, and, behold, \
Instead of the ugly heaps of straw
Were bobbins full of gold! '
This made him greedier than before; 1 ,. '
And he led the maiden out at the door
Into a new room, where she saw '
Still larger and larger heaps of straw, '
A chair to sit in, a spinning-wheel, i j
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To gold before the next day's sun c.,, i '. i I il,:.
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And if 'twas not done, she must die. But the door swung back, and through the chink,
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S The dwarf peered, saying, "What will you do
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S' 7 Ah me, I can give not a single thing,"
S' .. .. .9 She cried, except my finger-ring."
He took the slender toy,
And slipped it over his thumb;
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\ lan a glistening skein he reeled;
; .' And still, like bees in a clover-field,
: Thle wheel went hum, and hum-m and hum-m-m.
Next morning the king came,
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To the chamber where the maiden was,
And could scarce believe hlis eyes
To see the straw, to the smallest sh-is,
Made into shining amber threads.
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* What will you give this time," he asked,
"If I spin for you, my dear?"

Alas -poor little maid alas!
Out of her eyes as gray as glass
Faster and faster tears did fall,
As she moaned, I've nothing to give at all."
Ah, wicked indeed he looked;
But while she sighed, he smiled!
"Promise,when you are queen," he said,
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., Or if ever in truth she should be queen
'Anything, so that the work was done-
Anything, so that the gold was spun I
She promised all that he chose to ask;
SAnd blithely he began the task.

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More fair and sweet than this young queen. ,''.
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In the ease and pleasure of her lot; .
And not until her first-born child'
Into her face had looked and smiled A' ''
Did she remember the promise made; -I .
Then her heart grew sick, her soul afraid. 1


One day her chamber door
Pushed open just a chink,
And she saw the well-known crooked dwarf,
His wise smile and his blink.
He claimed at once the promised child;
But she gave a cry so sad and wild
That even his heart was touched to hear;
And, after a little, drawing near,

He whispered and said: You pledged
The baby, and I came;
But if in three days you can learn
By foul or fair my name -
By foul or fair, by wile or snare,
You can its syllables declare,
Then is the child yours -only then-
And me you shall never see again "


He vanished from her sight,
And she called her pages in;
She sent one this way, and one that
She called her kith and kin,
Bade one go here, and one go there,
Despatched them thither, everywhere -
That from each quarter each might bring
The oddest names he could to the king.

Next morning the dwarf appeared,
And the queen began to say,
"Caspar," Balthassar," Melchoir -
But the dwarf cried out, Nay, nay "
shaking his little crooked frame,
SThat's not my name, that's not my name!"


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May! the leaves are dancing in the sunny air!
Ferns uncurl, and blossoms spring up everywhere.
Sweet the breezes blowing where pink may-flowers
hide
Under last year's leaf-fall on the warm hillside.


A PRIL summer's coming! Now begins the
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For the snow has melted, and the blue-bird's here!
Woolly catkins swinging on the alder-bush
Whisper, "Leaves are starting! we can feel them
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June! why, every June-day is a happy dream!
Buttercups and daisies, strawberries and cream!
Hush hid in the clover, would you ever think
All that glee could come from just one bobo-
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July off at sunrise picking blackberries !
Climbing after birds'-nests up the tallest trees!
" Helping in the haying! On the pond afloat,
Hunting water-lilies in a leaky boat.


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August! fire-flies brighten when the daylight fails;
In the swampy meadows grow the tall "cats'-
tails ; "
By the shady brookside who can feel the heat,
While the water ripples over naked feet ?













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Wild grapes in September tempt to climbs and
leaps;
In the fragrant orchard apples lie in heaps.
'Round the cider-presses, thronging with the bees,-
"D'on't it taste like honey, sucked through straws
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Jolly, crisp October! Then the chestnut-burrs
Rattle down like hail-stones if the least wind stirs !
Gold and crimson leaf-showers from the tree-tops fall,
Squirrels scamper gaily o'er the old stone wall!


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Gray skies in November bring the first light snow;
Whirling softly downward see the white flakes
go!
In dear grandma's kitchen peering, eager eyes
Spy out Such a turkey! such Thanksgiving
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"Christmas! cries December. How the stockings
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Loaded down with' bundles in the chimney-nook! ''
Tumbling up at day-break out of downy beds- ,
"Santa knew we wanted iust these skates and .
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.- January's buried in a great snow-fall
SOn with coat and mittens! out to slide and ball!
Merry sleigh-bells jingle in the frosty air,
-- And the grand ice-palace rises white and fair.









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February hurries. Only twenty-eight'' I
Days-of wintry weather i 'Tisn't long to wait. -
Icicles, a-dropping, shattered lie in rows
Poor old Winter's white coat many a brown patch
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March! has Winter vanished? Hear the rivers
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Brooklets run and ripple! Snow is turned tc
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Wading through the door-yards, in big rubber
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THE war in the East had ended;
Its terrors were past, they said;
There was peace, once more, for the living,
And peace for the valiant dead.


Through the splendid squares of Lucknow
The Highlanders marched again;
The heroes of fortress and jungle,
Brave Havelock's peerless men !


Ay open your gates, 0 Lucknow -
But measure, ye guards, your breath,
As ye think of those days, an hundred,
When Havelock marched with death.


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They had freed the beleaguered city,
SFought step by step through the vale;
SAnd swept from the shore of the Ganges
Forever the Sepoy's trail.


Then welcome them back with rejoicing,
0 minaret, tower and shrine !
For these are the men who saved you,
Whose glory outlasteth thine !


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Through the streets swept the colors ot Englana,
Borne proudly aloft on the air;
While the "throne land of Rama re-echoed
The Christian's thanksgiving and prayer.


Of tne pain, the hunger, the thirsting,
The death in the jungle's gloom;
The rescue of woman and children,
Threatened with direful doom.


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And blithest of all were the pipers,
Their tartan plaids streaming in pride,
As they woke, on the banks of the Goomtee,
The airs of the Doon and Clyde.


Then the heart of one beautiful woman
Was stirred by an impulse sweet,
As she thought of the long, forced marches,
The weary and blood-stained feet;


And she said, "I will spread them a banquet,
With a touch of the homeland cheer,
And the welcome their mothers would give them-
Afar in the heatherlands dear.


Not for twice twelve months have they tasted
A simple cupful of tea!
I will serve it to-day for the heroes
Who periled their lives for me !


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" Bid them come to the courts of the Mission "
Gay awnings were hastily hung;
While on tripods of curious fashion,
The teakettles merrily swung;


Swung and sung songs of the homeland;
Familiar and sweet were the tunes,
As if winds of the loch and the mountain
Blew soft through the Indian noons.


At the old gray gate of the Mission,
'Neath turret and watchtowers high.
Where the dusk-eyed Indian Princess
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And her own little winsome daughter
In the bonny bright plaid she drest.


This faiir-faced, brave-hearted woman,
A stranger from lands of the West,
To the ancient palace and gardens
Welcomed eich war-worn guest.










And with Highland bonnets uplifted,
There under the Hindoo palm,
The soldiers of Havelock listened
To the Hebrew's glorious psalm:


Served with the grace and the bounty
Of royal fete and of feast,
To the tattered and smoke-grimed heroes,
In halls of the storied East.


NOTE.-This incident was related to the
author by Dr. William Butler, American Mis-
sionary in India during the Sepoy Rebellion.
The event occurred when Havelock's Bri-
.gade had returned to Lucknow, to take up
their line of march for the Afghan frontier.


" Thou wentest before thy people,
And kings of armies did flee!"
Then merrily under the shadows
They drank of the fragrant tea,


And many a battle-scarred soldier
Let fall from a glistening eye
Hot tears on the hand of his hostess
For whom he had thought to die.


And for her was the Highlander's blessing
Breathed low in that tenderer scene
When the pipers, proud in their places,
Played grandly "God save the Queen "


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I SEE a little group about my chair,
Lovers of stories all!
First, Saxon Edith, of the corn-silk hair,
Growing so strong and tall;

Then little brother, on whose sturdy face
Soft baby dimples fly,
As fear or pleasure give each other place
When wonders multiply;

Then Gold-locks summers nine their goldenest
Have showered on her head,
And tinted it, of all the colors best,
Warm robin-red-breast red;


Then, close at hand, on lowly haunches set,
With pricked-up, tasseled ear,
Is Tony, little clear-eyed spaniel pet,
Waiting, like them, to hear.

I say I have no story all are told !
Not to be daunted thus,
They only crowd more confident and bold,
And laugh, incredulous.

And so, remembering how, once on a time,
I, too, loved such delights,
I choose this one, and put it into rhyme,
From the Arabian Nights."


A poor little lad was Aladdin !
His mother was wretchedly poor
A widow, who'scarce ever had in
Her cupboard enough of a store
a To frighten the wolf from the door.

No doubt he was quite a fine fellow
For the country he lived in but, ah !
His skin was a dull, dusky yellow,
And his hair was as long as wouldd grow.
('Tis the fashion in China, you know. )


But however he looked, or however
He fared, a strange fortune was his.
None of you, dears, though fair-faced and clever,
Can have anything like to this,
So grand and so marvellous it is !

Well, one day -for so runs the tradition -
While idling and lingering about
The low city streets, a Magician
From Africa, swarthy and stout,
With his wise, prying eyes spied him out,








ALADDIN.

And went up to him very politely,
S, '_- And asked what his name was and cried:
-: ll My lad, if I judge of you rightly,
i. I" I' _- You're the son of my brother who died- -
-" My poor Mustafa !"-and he sighed.
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Aladdin cried back, and he's dead!"
S Well, then, both yourself and your mother
I will care for forever," he said,
l,' II '- "And you never shall lack wine nor bread."

S. And thus did the wily old wizard
S- Deceive with his kindness the two
S For a deed of dark peril and hazard
S. He had for Aladdin to do, .
At the risk of his life, too, he knew.


Far down in the earth's very centre
There burned a strange lamp at a shrine ;
Great stones marked the one place to enter;
Down under t'was dark as a mine;
What further no one could divine 1

And that was the treasure Aladdin
Was sent to secure. First he tore
The huge stones away, for he had in
An instant the strength of a score
Then he stepped through the cavern-like door.






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Down, down, through the darkness so chilly!
On, on, through the long galleries I
Coming now upon gardens of lilies,
And now upon fruit-burdened trees,
Filled full of the humming of bees.

But, ah, should one t:- of his finger
Touch aught as he passed, it was death 1
Not a fruit on the boughs made him linger,
Nor the great heaps of gold underneath.
But on he fled, holding his breath,


Until he espied, brightly burning,
The mystical lamp in its place !
He plucked the hot wick out, and, turning,
With triumph and joy in his face,
Set out his long way +n retrace.

At last he saw where daylight shed a
Soft ray through a chink overhead,
Where the crafty Magician was ready
To catch the first sound of his tread.
"Reach the lamp up to me, first! he said.

Aladdin with luck had grown bolder,
And he cried, "Wait a bit, and we'll see !"
Then with huge, ugly push of his shoulder,
And with strong, heavy thrust of his knee,
The wizard so angry was he -








ALADDIN.

Pried up the great rock, rolled it over .
The door with an oath and a stamp; .- V3.
" Stay there under that little cover, -"' -'
And die of the mildew and damp,"
He shouted, or give me the lamp !" ", -

Aladdin saw darkness fall o'er him -
He clutched at the lamp in his hand,
And, happening to rub it, before him-
A Genius stood, stately and grand.
Whence he came he could not understand. I

I obey you," it said, and whatever -
You ask for, or wish, you shall have !
Rub the lamp but the least bit soever, ,:
It calls me, for I am its slave 'i!!
S. nAladdin said, "Open this cave!" -- .



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S;i Then he built her a palace, set thickly
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And all was completed so quickly
S- i I She saw bannered battlements soar
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Him she wedded. They lived without trouble
As long as the lamp was their own;
But one day, like the burst of a bubble,
The palace and Princess were gone;
Without wings to fly they had flown !

And Aladdin, dismayed to discover
That the lamp had been stolen away,
Bent all of his strength to recover
The treasure, and day after day,
He journeyed this way and that way;

And at last, after terrible hazard,
After many a peril and strife,
He found that the vengeful old wizard,
Who had made the attempt on his life,
Had stolen lamp, princess and wife.


With a shrewdness which would have done credit
STo even a Yankee boy, he
Sought the lamp where the wizard had hid it,
And, turning a mystical key,
Brought it forth, and then, rubbing with glee,

"Back to China !" he cried. In a minute
The marvellous palace uprose,
With the Princess Badroulboudour in it
Unruffled in royal repose,
With her jewels and cloth-of-gold clothes;

And with gay clouds of banners and towers,
With its millions of slaves, white and black.
It was borne by obedient Powers,
As swift as the wind on its track,
And ere one could count ten it was back '


And ever thereafter, Aladdin
Clung close to the lamp of his fate,
Whatever the robe he was clad in,
Or whether he fasted or ate;
And at all hours, early and late!
Right lucky was Lord Aladdin





















' WHERE is my bell," sighed the Brownie,
My sweet, sweet silver bell,
That tinkled and swung from my scarlet cap,
Now who in the world can tell ? "


pIHE shepherd boy Fritz, next morning,
Driving his wandering sheep
'Mid the scattered stones of the Giants' graves,
Saw the pretty plaything peep


. N the plain in the island of Riigen PARKLING among the heather,
SDanced the delicate fairy folk, And fastened it on to himself;
And the tiny bell from the tiny cap For how could he know that the bell belonged
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With mournful wails and cries.


And the fields of green Unruh.


O WHO has borne off my treasure HE searched the nests of all the birds,
From the ground where it did lie ? He talked with them, great and small,
Is it raven or crow, or jackdaw ? But never a trace of the little bell,
Or magpie noisy and sly? Could the Brownie find at all.






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W HEN he drew forth from his pocket
The treasure that he had found,
And the magic silver rang out clear
With a keen, delicious sound.


HE sprite in the bird's shape heard it,
And fairly shook with delight,
Dropped down behind a bush near by,
Hid safely out of sight,


[ WIFT drew off his dress of feathers,
And took the shape of a crone
Who hobbled up to the shepherd lad,
And spake in a coaxing tone :


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LL" What a charming bell you ring !
I'd like such an one for my grandson-
Will you sell me the pretty thing? "


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And all good fortune will follow
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DSo mystic, bewitched him quite,
So strange and lovely her dazzling smile,
He was blind in its sudden light.


l. IE stretched out his hand, and, Take it,
The bell for the staff," he cried.
Like a light breeze over the fields and trees
The old crone seemed to glide.



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And a tiny whir, like a whistle thin,
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And Fortune to Fritz was kind,
For all his labors prospered,


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And the fairy first in place : ,
Touched with her wand the child ; i- r / -
"Beauty of form and fad.- '" -

Fairy the second bade, "Be witt, i' ,
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:~M- '' Iu-r last for an hundred years!"
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1- Ii i, lle eyes of the queen were tears.

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S-'But the king, with a hope to change the future,
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That, if in all the land there was kept one spindle,
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THE SLEEPING PRINCESS.

The Princess grew, from her very cradle M-----E= _- Q-t5
Lovely and witty and good;
And at last, in the course of years, had blossomed
Into full sweet maidenhood. .... .
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As blithe as the very air,o -. ,
She climbed to the top of the highest turret,
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And there in the dusky cobwebbed garret,e hr d t a l c ,
Where dimly the daylight shone, 1 it,
A little, doleful, hunch-baced woman
Sat spinning all alone. Th

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5, TI- 1 i ii.: s lying there.

-They bore her down to a lofty chamber,
--. ._._- _-..__ ,i .... C ,They robed her in her best,
-And on a couch of gold and purple
--_- -They laid her for her rest,

The roses upon her cheek still blooming,
And the red still on her lips,
-- .-- -. -While the lids of her eyes, like night-shut lilies
Were closed in white eclipse.

Then the fairy who strove her fate to alter
-- From the dismal doom of death,
Now that the vital hour impended,
Came hurrying in a breath.

Ni~I i -And then about the slumbering palace
The fairy made up-spring
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And there for a century the Princess ,
Lay in a trance so deep
That neither the roar of winds nor thunder
Could rouse her from her sleep. /

Then at last one day, past the long-enchanted -
Old wood, rode a new king's son,, -

Above the forest dun

Felt in his heart a strange wiL- for exploring /
The thorny and briery place,. /
And, lo, a path through the deepest thicket
Opened before his face : ..

Oh, on he went, till he spied a terrace,
And further a sleeping guard,
And rows of soldiers upon their carbines
Leaning, and snoring hard. --


Up the broad steps The doors swung backward
The wide halls heard no tread !
But a lofty chamber, opening, showed him
A gold and purple bed.


And there in her beauty, warm and glowing,
The enchanted Princess lay !
While only a word from his lips was needed
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The enchantment broken through!
The lady woke. "Dear Prince," shetnurmured,
"How long I have waited for you! "

Thenat oncethe whole great slumbering palace
Was wakened and all astir;
S Yet the Prince, in joy at the Sleeping Beauty,
Could only'look at her.

She was the bride who for years an hundred
Had waited for him to come,
And now that the hour was here to claim her,
Should eyes or tongue be dumb ?

- The Princess blushed at his royal wooing,
Bowed "yes with her lovely head,
St. And the chaplain, i- ,.;.,-. but very lively,
Came in and they were wed!

SBut about the dress of the happy Princess,
I have my woman's fears-
It must have grown somewhat old-fashioned
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THE WOLF AND THE GOSLINGS.


STHE WOLF AND THE GOSLINGS.


BY CLARA )OTY BATS.


AN old gray goose walked forth with pride,
With goslings seven at her side;
A lovely yellowish-green they were,
And very dear to her.

She led them to the river's brink
To paddle their feet awhile and drink,
And there she heard a tale that made
Her very soul afraid.


"You will know him by his voice so hoarse,
By his paws so hairy and black and coarse."
And the goslings piped up, clear and shrill,
We'll take great care, we will."

The mother thought them wise, and went
To the far-off forest quite content;
But she was scarcely away, before
There came a rap at the door.


A neighbor gabbled the story out, '-
How a wolf was known to be thereabout-
A great wolf whom nothing could please 4
As well as little geese. "
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So, when, as usual, to the wood
She went next day in search of food,
She warned them over and over, before
She turned to shut the door:

"My little ones, if you hear a knock
At the door, be sure and not unlock,
For the wolf will eat you, if he gets in,
Feathers and bones and skin.


"Open, open, my children dear,"
A gruff voice cried: "your mother is here."
But the young ones answered, "No, no, no,
Her voice is sweet and low;

"And you are the wolf-so go away.
You can't get in, if you try all day."
He laughed, to himself to hear them talk,
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To smooth his voice to a tone like geese;
So he went to the merchant's and bought a piece,
And hurried back, and rapped once more.
"Open, open the door,


"I am your mother, dears," he said.
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Our mother hasinot black hands like you;
For you are the wolf, so go away,
You can't get in to-day."


'The baffled wolf to the old mill ran,
A.d -whined to the busy miller man:
"I love to hear the sound of the wheel
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Would you like your cap and jacket white ?"
At that he opened a flour bin
SAnd playfully dipped him in.


He floundered and sneezed a while, then, lo,
He crept out white aS a wolf of snow.
H I : ilk and tfl..i l '- i l.-ake me sweet,"
He aiid, hien'i I'm complete."


For the third time back to the house he went,
And looked and spoke so different,
That when he rapped, and "Open! cried,
The little ones mi1'l.d,.


"If you show us nice clean feet, we will."
And straightway, there on the window-sill
His paws were laid, with dusty meal
Powdered from toe to heel.


Yes, they were white So they let him in,
And he gobbled them all up, feathers and skin,
Gobbled the whole, as if 'twere fun,
Except the littlest one.


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An old clock stood there, tick, tick, tick,
And into that he had hopped so quick
The wolf saw nothing, and fancied even
He'd eaten all the seven.

But six were enough to satisfy;
So out he strolled on the grass to lie.
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She called out tenderly every name,
But never a voice in.answer came,
Till a little frightened, broad-billed face
Peered out of the clock-case.

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Alas, the house door open wide,
But no little yellow flock inside;
The beds and pillows thrown about;
The fire all gone out;


The chairs and tables overset;
The wash-tub spilled, and the floor all wet;
Aud here ard there in cinders black,
Thk great wolf's ugly track.


S. (h:.u %rn rt -,- '. t t l' ii er's brim,
Where their feathered friends were wont to swim,
And there on the turf so green and deep
The old wolf lay asleep.

He had a grizzly, savage look,
And he snored till the boughs above him shook.
They tiptoed round him -drew quite near,
Yet still he did not hear.


Then, as the mother gazed, to her
It seemed she could see his gaunt side stir-
Stir and squirm, as if under the skin
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"Go back to the house, quick, dear," she said,
"And fetch me scissors and needle and thread.
I'll open his ugly hairy hide,
And see what is inside."


She snipped with the scissors a criss-cross slit,
And well rewarded she was for it,
For there were her goslings-six together-
With scarcely a rumpled feather I


The wolf had eaten so greedily,
He had swallowed them all .!:\c, \a..a -..
So, one by one, they sc IaiiiLmb:.I i..ul.
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Then the gray goose got six heavy stones,
And placed them in between the bones;
She sewed him deftly, with needle and thread,
And then with her goslings fled.


The wolf slept long and hard and late,
And woke so thirsty he scarce could wait.
So he crept along to the river's brink
To get a good cool drink.


But the stones inside began to shake,
And make his old ribs crack and ache;
And the gladsome flock, as they sped away,
Could hear him _-' ii-, and say :
Could hear him :-,.-. ,,,. and say :--.


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"What's this rumbling and tumbling?
What's this rattling like bones ?
I thought I'd eaten six small geese,
But they've turned out only stones."


He bent his neck to lap-instead,
He tumbled in, heels over head
And so heavy he was, as he went down
He could not help but drown !


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With goslings seven at her side,
The gray goose came to the river's brink
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And ITrsel at the set of sun f... ,


The Dame was stern, the Dame was shrewd, ..
So all the neighbors were agreed,

But kindly still and just of deed.

She glanced at Ursel's braided hair.
, She watched the color come and flit
On the young cheek so round and fair,
And well she knew the cause of it.

And smiling at the little maid,
You have worked well and had no play,
And been a steady lass," she said,-
Now you shall have a holiday.











"To-morrow Mothering Sunday is
SWhen children to their parents go,
SEach with a gift for her, or his,
SAnd you shall have a gift also.
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"The small round cheese I bade you make,
S. The pat of butter on the shelf,
The crusty loaf you saw me bake -
',; These you shall carry home yourself.


"I mind me how, a lass like you The Dame at window overhead
With such a basket on my arm, Watched the girl go with joyou
I hied me home, as you shall do "Mothers are happy folk," she sa
On Mothering Day, to the old farm. "Mothers are lucky folk indeed

" And how my mother -rest her soul! Across the moor four distant mile
She has been dead these forty years At the same time a lad set fort
The Dame's voice shook beyond control, With clean-washed face all lit wit
She could not see the fire for tears. He headed south and Ursel no

But little Ursel's cheeks were red, His holiday was hard to gain,
Her heart was bounding light and gay; His surly master cared no whit
"Oh, thank you, thank you, Dame," she said, For Mothering Sunday, and in v


And quietly she stole away.

The morning's dawn was clear and fair,
And Ursel rose before the sun;
She neatly bound her long bright hair,
And did her morning tasks, each one.

She made her ready for the road,
She tied her shoes and Sunday hat,
And in a basket she bestowed
The bread-loaf and the butter-pat.


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The boy had urged his wish for it;

Until at last the farmer's wife,
With pity touched, had won consent;
And glad as never in his life
The shepherd boy arose and went.

He bore no'gift, poor little lad,
His wage was naught but clothes and food,
But mother would, he knew, be glad,
And count his coming as a good.


Northward ran Ursel o'er the fell,
Southward the shepherd fleeter yet,
And half-way by a roadside well
The brother and the sister met.

Both clapped their hands in gladsome wise;
Long months had, since they met, gone by;
Tears shone in Ursel's happy eyes,
But manly Robin scorned to cry.










"Have you no gift for mother brought ?"
She asked; her brother shook his head;
"`. Nothing with nothing can be bought,
How could I bring one ?" Robin said.

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THE FAIRY FLAG
(A Skye Folk-lore Story.)


By MARY E. WILKINS.


BEYOND the purple gloom of moors,
Beyond the blueness of the sea,
3, yond the range of chalk-white cliffs,
The sun was setting peacefully.


The fairy, on a grassy knoll,
Sat dreaming, singing to the cows:
"Knee-deep in clumps of lpumy ferns,
Knee-deep in rustling grasses browse!


" The chieftain slays his foreman's clan,
The lady broiderss in the hall;
I sit he!: _: '". ;. .'.. the cows,
And :; : i.; ,est one of all!


" ow of t/e clumps of spicy fern,
Now of the juicy grasses taste!"
The fairy wore a grass-green gown,
With golden girdle at her waist;


Her winsome little face upturned,
Her soft gold hair all round her streamed;
Her small pink cheeks like roses burned,
Her wild blue eyes like jewels beamed.


She struck a little harp o' pearl,
As to the browsing kine she sung:
All lightly o'er the fairy bridge
Beyond, a bonnie laddie sprung,


He had Prince Charlie's yellow locks,
His gay blue eyes and lovesome way.
Macleod's little son he was -
The castle just beyond him lay.


The fairy lilted loud and sweet,
The laddie turned him round to see;
She lifted up her little face,
And sweet, and sweet, and sweet, smiled she.










The laddie thro' the heather ran,
His tartan blowing out behind,
The little fairy, gowned in green,
Wi' little harp o' pearl, to find.

"And since you are a mortal bairn,
And yet have shunned me not," she said,
"A fairy gift I'll give to thee,
To-morrow, when the west is red.

"And since you have a bonny face,
I'll give to thee a fairy kiss,
To take the bitter from thy woe,
And add a sweetness to thy bliss."


She kissed the laddie's blushing cheek,
And all the air grew sweet around,
As if a million flowers bloomed out -
And than she vanished from the ground.

The western sky all roses was,
And round "Macleod's Maiden's feet
Foam-wreaths to wreaths of roses turned.
The fairy lilted loud and sweet;

The laddie o'er the fairy bridge,
Came running lightly to her side:
"And have you brought the fairy gift
You promised me last night ?" he cried.


The flag was green as springtide sward
What time the sun upon it lies,
And shot with threads of glittering gold,
And filled with spots of gold, like eyes.

She put it in the laddie's hand:
"Once waved, 'twill bring thee thy desire,
And twice, and thrice-but not again;
Then cast it, worthless, in the fire!"









A shadow o'er hilr gown o' green,
A shadow o'er her winsome face,
A shadow o'er her golden hair,
Came softly creeping on apace.


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The laddie held the fairy flag,
Alone in twilight gray and cold;
And stood and looked, his wondering eyes
All filled with dancing motes of gold.


The laddie's yellow beard had grown;
He'd wedded with a lady fair;
And he had got a little son,
With his same bonnie yellow hair.


And always had the fairy's kiss,
She gave to him so long ago,
Added a sweetness to his bliss,
And ta'en the bitter from his woe.


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But never yet the fairy flag
Had waved upon the castle wall;
For with his stalwart arm and sword,
His troubles he had breasted all.


"Oh, where's my little laddie gone?"
The lady left her 'broidery frame;
Through every castle window peered,
With tearful eyes, the gentle dame.


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Macleod called his followers out,
And loud the castle trumpets blew:
"Macleod's heir is strayed awa',
And on the heather falls the dew.


"And on the heather falls the dew;
Shadows are floating o'er the sea.
Oh, where's my little laddie gone? -
I pray ye bring him back to me!"


They searched aldng the chalk-white cliffs,
Upon the dizzy hanging paths;
They sought him on their breezy tops,
Along the strips of grassy straths.









They called "Macleod down the hill;
They called "Macleod" down the vale;
They hailed the shepherd with his flock,
The maiden with her milking-pail.


They searched Dunvergan castle thro';
Each dungeon in the thick stone wall
They peered in but they only found
The prisoner foemen, grim and tall.


His mother looked out o'er the sea,
To where "Macleod's Maidens" stand,
To see, above the foam-wreaths, rise
His yellow head and waving hand.


The laddie came not; and the moon
With all the stars sailed out in sight;
" Macleod's Tables," tops of snow,
Were cloth of silver in her light.


"Bring out, bring out the fairy flag!
I'll wave it from the topmost tower!
There'll come no direr need than this-
Macleod's race has lost its flower!"








Macleod waved the fairy flag;
It looked a net of golden wire;
Its streaks of gold and spots of gold,
All linked and curled like tongues of fire.


There came a twang o' pearlie harp,
There came a lilting loud and sweet;
And softly o'er the fairy bridge
There came the dance o' slender feet.


There danced along the fairy bridge
A spot i' the golden light apace
The laddie at the castle gate
Stood lifting up his bonnie face.


All day the chief had held the field,
Nor quailed until the sun sank low;
His followers, bleeding, round him lay,
And he was hemmed in by the foe.


"Oh, life is sweet! Macleod thought
"I love my bairn and lady dear:
I'll wave again the fairy flag -
Oh, will it bring me succor here !"


"Oh, I ha' wandered by the burn,
And I ha' wandered by the glen;
A little leddy all in green,"
He said, "has led me home again."

Macleod furled the fairy flag:
"Ye've served me once in blessed stead -
But sorely I'll be pressed again
Ere I will wave ye twice!" he said.


Macleod waved the fairy flag-
His foemen reeled back at the sight;
For in their cruel eyes there danced
Great spots and bars of golden light.

There came a twang o' pearlie harp,
There came a lilting loud and sweet:
Macleod's foemen turned and fled,
The hills all rang with flying feet.


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Macleod furled the fairy flag:
Ye've served me twice in blessed stead -
But I shall in the churchyard lie
Ere I will wave ye thrice!" he said.


The hand that waved the fairy flag,
The lips the fairy kissed, are still:
Macleod in the churchyard lies,
And deaf to lilting sweet and shrill.


But still his kin in misty Skye
The fairy flag in keeping hold;
And sometime from the castle wall
May flash its spots and bars of gold.


"For if I thrice should wave the flag,
And thrice should get my heart's desire;
Next day might come a sorer need,
When it was ashes in the fire."


Macleod kept his word : he fought
For life on many a bloody plain,
He tossed in peril on the sea,
Nor waved the fairy flag again.


But dire indeed shall be the need,
And every other hope be slain,
Ere a Macleod of the Isle
Shall wave the fairy flag again.



























L 0i all the world I have conquered,'
Glooskap, the Mighty One, said.
Light laughed an Indian woman,
Shaking her dark-braided head,

SSpeak not too swiftly, my master,
One still unconquered remains
)2 Wasis, the Baby, forever
Lord of the mightiest reigns."
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Watching the' motes in the sunshine,
Baby sat still on the floor;
Glooskap, the mighty w, -, 6 i r.
Gazed through the open~ door.

He who had vanquished the storm-bird,
Binding its wings in the north -
Ever the wild winds after
Speeding more gently forth -

He who could fashion the squirrel
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Wi .:1;,, the dancing gold,
Wondered what magical weapon
Little brown fingers could hold.

Happy of heart in the sunshine,
Wasis, the wonderful Child,
Sucking the sweets of the maple,
Looked at the stranger and smiled.


Sweet, then, as 'mid summer for
Singeth the wee winter wren,
Spoke unto Wasis, the Strong C
Master of beasts and men.

Unto the Master's eyes lifted
Wondering eyes of the child -
Moved in the sunshine no shadow
Wasis sat silent and smiled.


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S Wife had known never, nor child, Under a terrible frown -
Knew not the heart's tender watchwords From the fir-trees of the forest
Wherewith caresses are wiled; Falling the brown cones down-


Softly he smiled at the Baby,
Bidding him, gently, come nigh.
Wasis stirred not from the sunshine,
Watching the motes dance by.


Glooskap, the mighty magician,
Spoke his command o'er and o'er
Neither the sunshine nor shadow
Changed on the lodge's bare floor


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Rolled the great tears to the floor,
Rose from the red lips, wide-parted,
Mighty-voiced, heart-piercing roar.

Glooskap, the slayer of beaver,
Wondering, e'er, more and more,
Wove all the spells of his magic
Wasis, the unsubdued, o'er;

Singing the strange, wild music
Wherewith he conjured the dead,
Wherewith the dark-hearted spirits
Up from their caverns he led.


Smooth grew the cheeks of the Baby,
Dry the bright tears in his eyes;
Merriest playfellow Glooskap
Seemed unto Wasis, the wise,

Who, as the magic grew wilder,
Still by each spell unbeguiled,
Sucking his sweet maple sugar,
Looked at the great chief and smiled.

Glooskap, well weary with struggle,
Sat in the low lodge door;
Moved not the shadow of Wasis
Over the sunlit floor.


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Round the red lips of the Baby
Ripples of laughter o'erflowed;
Gazed he, admiring, at Glooskap,
Goo-goo-ed, and lustily crowed !
Vain was the strength of the giant;
Never a spell could bind
Wasis, the unconquered Baby,
Stronger than sun or wind.
"Well spake the Indian woman."
Thoughtfully, Glooskap spoke,
Kindling his pipe while the Baby
Smiled at the curling smoke;


"Though of the world I am master,
One still unconquered remains,
Wasis, the Baby, forever
Master of Glooskap reigns."
Still know the Indian women
Wasis, the wonderful Child,
And, when the Baby cries goo-goo,
Unto contentment beguiled,
Crowing, none knowing the reason,
Softly they say: Through his thought
Runneth the time when o'er Glooskap
Mightiest conquest he wrought,"


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Past young rice-fields in the morning sun,
Toward the dark fir-trees on the mountain side,
Standing forth in its silence, every one.


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"To the mountain, to cut me a fagot, I'll hie, In his twinkling old eyes the spider-webs swung;
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And the ogres' castle was taken at last.

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And her mother was kindly true;
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" And doesn't he ?" answered the moth. -....
Ca you think it except he say ?
To love Him well is to sit at his feet -
To serve Him, to bide always.
"Now bring me the tray; and the spats,. Il -- ''''
Cool in the ice-bowl there; [prr '
Then finish the seams of your gown of c lnt ii '
That to-morrow you may wear.
" And if baby wakes from his long, nice i p
Just 'ng him your little song .'
While iimther's busy; the work, mayhsl, i- '
Won't need to hinder her long."
Maid Mary went at the gentle word;
Some beautiful inward smile
Dawning up to her face as if she heard .-
More than was spoken, the while. -m-;-
For the child's deep heart was beating still So while she fetched the spats a theprints,
With the joy of that saying sweet: And hastened away to sew
" To bide with Him is to do His will With ready fingers the gown of chintz,
To love Him, to sit at His feet." S went as the angels go.














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For what could take her will i ll .1.1 -
Or what could provoke a frown,
When she knew the glory of Jesus' eyes
Was over her, looking down ?

So Saturday's nightfall folded the hill
And the Day of the Sun broke bright;
And the good folk gathered, sedate and still,
In the meetinghouse on the height.

With her tender secret in her face,
Maid Mary sat in the pew;
The Lord who was here in his Holy Place
Had been at home withlher, too.


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And when the people stood up to pray,
As the custom used to be,
She whispered, "Dear Christ, like yesterday
Make all the to-days for me !"

Ah, many a Mary, merry or staid,
On the hillsides there might be;
But was not the deacon's dear little maid
Real Mary of Bethany?


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And sitting there by the cradle-side,
-- When a comrade lifted the latch
And eagerly signed to the pasture wide,
And whispered, "blackberry patch! "

Softly she shook her delicate head,
SBut smiled as she did it, too;
Till the other guessed she must know, instead,
j Of some pleasanter thing to do.

S.\Ad when the baby awoke at last,
Fretting with sleepy whim, [past,
i I hough the seam was done, and an hour was
Still she smiled: "I can wait, with Him "

'\ When the older brothers came whooping in -
Roger and roguish Dan -
S Routing her quiet with rollicking din,
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.\iil flati r,_ '. e'.ei:l fii a ,iischief played,'
SFll Inl- r;l,' c ,lhI-l .in I chid-
Nt'.1:i a, cl.,I. I : oni l' !i., l! of the maid
H Il' Ih.-.niiill Ii 2i-in .ss hid.
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RO Finland to Azov, Ochotsk to Obe,
There's tumult and turmoil on land and on sea
Sl You'd think all creation was turned upside down -
King Oleg of Russia has lost his gold crown!

-- i.. They say the King cut off the chancellor's head;
WasThey say the old chamberlain tumbled down dead;
The guards in the palace, in five minutes' space,
Were straight to Siberia sent in disgrace !

The fault was not theirs ; but, if matters go ill,
'Tis certain that some one must foot up the bill;
..If kings can't be censured for mischief they've done,
There must be found shoulders to lay it upon !

'.^ ; .-;.J Did robbers force open the great castle gate ?
Did burglars break in and then stealthily wait,
And, spite of stout bars, iron bolts and steel locks,
Bear off from the palace King Oleg's strong box ?

Ah, no Tho' 'tis treason to say it, I fear,
Nor burglar nor midnight marauder came near,
S No robber gained entrance. If truth must be told,
King Oleg himself lost the big crown of gold i

.A long while ago, on the night of his birth,
F-- Was seen a great comet approaching the earth;
And now, once again, the astrologers wise
--- -- Discover strange portents aloft in the skies.











The horoscope old they ponder anew,
They.find, past a question, the comet is due
About this same season ; and with it, 'tis clear,
Misfortune and trouble must surely appear.


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He napped and he nodded; but each time he woke,
Straight out of the window his head he could poke.
-It wasn't so easy to balance that crown !
It seemed ev'ry instant it must topple down,

For each time he twisted his head in the search,
Tho' too sleepy to know it, the crown gave a lurch.
Now crowns, to look stately, should always stand
square,
For if not, they give one a scandalous air,


The sensible Queen in her white-ruffled cap
Woke again and again from a warm cosey nap,
" Do take off that big crown, dear Oleg," she said,
" And, too, you would be better off in your bed!

" I never could see why your crown you would wear,
When there's nobody round but just me to care "
"Because you're a woman ; it's quite plain to me:
A king wears his crown for his own dignity !"



The wind it was high and the night it was cold,
The King felt the frost through his ermine and gold;
He rubbed his nose smartly, for fear it would freeze,
Then shivered and shook, and then gave a big
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Ah, fatal that sneeze for the great Russian crown 1
It trembled and tottered, and then tumbled down ;
It bumped, and it bounced from the wall to the
ditch,
And fell at the feet of an old wrinkled witch.


Loud sounded the trumpets; the news through the
land
Flew fast, and each courtier in grief wrung his hand.
It was "oh," it was ah," and they tore at their hair.
While Oleg himself was half-crazed with despair.

They summoned the cunning, the star-gazing men,
In hopes by their wisdom to find it again -
Arabian, Persian, Chaldee and Chinese !
As well, for advice, have consulted the geese !

In throngs they came trooping, North, South, East
and West;
Some horoscopes drew, and some quietly guessed.
But each one was round-eyed, and grave as an owl,
And nodded as sagely as that learned fowl.

Quite strange to relate, they at last all agreed,
Then sent to King Oleg their verdict with speed.
To make it more mystic they put it in verse,
And muttered in Sanscrit, It might have been
worse !

When from an old crone comes again your gold crown.
Though all of your courtiers should grimace and frown,
And though humble the goose-girl by whom it was won,
Right there on the spot se s hall marry your son."


She picked up the glittering circlet of gold;
Her big woollen apron in many a fold
She wrapped round her treasure without
delay,
And then, undiscovered, soft trotted away.


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The King then commanded the heralds to stand
And blow from each corner the news thro' the
land,
That the maids of Russia of every degree,
Mi.-lit search if they would, all diligently.





















'Twas strange how thick goose-girls appeared on
each hand!
Old crones, too, for mistresses, came in demand !
Small service they got, when their poor backs were
turned -
To hunt for that crown every girl's fingers burned.


" A maiden I'm seeking whose tidy and neat,
To milk and make butter, and cut up my peat,
To dust and to sweep, and to go to the mill,
And care for my geese when I'm busy or ill."



Then Drontha said quickly, "Take me for your
maid,
Of hard work I am not in the least afraid."
For Drontha the oracle kept in her mind,
"For perhaps it is Iwho the crown shall lind "


Now Drontha and Dwina were fairest by far,
Of all the goose-girls in the lands of the Czar;
They herded their geese on the common all day,
And snapped their long whips if the geese dared to
stray.


Of course they both wondered whom fate would decree
To find the gold crown, and a princess to be.
" I wish some old crone would take me for her maid! "
Sighed Drontha. That instant a voice gruffly said,


One morning the crone waked her maid from her
sleep:
"The peat you must cut, you can dust, too, and sweep:
To Novgorod fair I am going to-day,
And mind from the chimney you keep far away."


The old crone had scarcely gone out of her sight,
When Drontha began to poke round, left and right.
At last she climbed up on the high bacon rack,
And found in the chimney a black sheepskin sack.


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Then quickly she seized it and quicker jumped down;
She danced high for joy as she felt of the crown ;
With fingers that trembled, the knots she untied,
"'Yes I' wed Prince Imar !" she eagerly cried.


Then safe in her apron the treasure she hid,
And under her jacket the golden crown slid.
She ran down the pathway that led to the wood,
For close to the forest the King's castle stood.

Right over the pathway a little gate hung,
And backward and forward it ceaselessly swung.
It creaked and it squeaked, and it mournfully sighed,
It moaned and it groaned, and it plaintively cried:

"Please shut me and latch me, I pray, pretty maid,
It hurts my back badly to swing so," it said.
"The Prince I'm to marry, you'll just have to swing,
I can't stop to bother for such a small thing "

While crossing the meadow, she met the red cow:
"Pray stop, pretty maiden, and please milk me now!
" I'm in a great hurry," replied the rude maid,
"I can't stop for trifles-the Prince I'm to wed."

As Drontha came near to the foot of the hill,
She heard a low voice from the old water-mill:
" O pray, pretty maiden, just turn my big wheel !
I'm tired of standing here silent and still I "

" Indeed I won't," Drontha then rudely replied;
"For a nap in the hopper, I'm going to hide;
And that is the reason I stopped here to-day -
To marry Prince Imar I'm now on my way."


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The crone returned home, and at once missed
the sack,
And soon started off on the naughty maid's track.
She trotted along till she came to the gate,
That, creaking and moaning, swung early and
late.

0 gate o' mine, 0 gate o' mine,
Say, have you seen that girl o' mine ?"

"A rude girl passed an hour ago,
Who left me swinging to and fro."

"That's just my Drontha, the rude, rude maid,
'Twas she, I'm certain," the old crone said.

0 cow o' mine, 0 cow o' mine,
Say, have you seen that girl o' mine ? "

A rude girl passed an hour ago,
Who wouldn't milk me, that I know."

That's just my Drontha, the rude, rude maid!
'Twas she, I'm certain," the old crone said.

"0 mill o' mine, 0 mill o' mine,
Say, have you seen that girl o' mine ? "

"A girl's in the hopper fast asleep,
Way down in the corn she's buried deep."

"That's just my Drontha, rude, lazy maid !
'Tis she, I'm certain," the old crone said.


Then out of the hopper the old woman took her;
With all of her might and her main she shook her,
Till Drontha the crown dropped in terror and fright,
And ran without stopping till quite out of sight.


The old woman put the gold crown in the sack,
And hid it again by the high bacon rack;
Then off to the common she went with all speed,
Though sorry was she of a maid to have need.

There Dwina sat knitting and watching her
geese,
Her dinner beside her of black bread and cheese,


While round her the geese on one leg stood to rest;
These words to the goose-herd, the old crone ad
dressed:

"A maiden I'm seeking who is tidy and neat,
To milk and make butter, and cut up my peat,
To dust and to sweep, arid to go to the mill,
And care for my geese when I'm busy or ill.'












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LUL plcnl;y uL pPaL, keep th ni c burninii cicva;
There's plenty of sweeping and dusting to-day,
But see that you keep from the chimney away."


The hut Dwina swept and made everything neat;
She washed up the hearthstones and cut up the peat;
But the fire wouldn't burn, and the smoke filled the
hut,
So her broom-stick she took to clear out the soot.



When lo from the chimney there came tumbling
down
A black sheepskin sack with King Oleg's gold crown!
Said Dwina, "This crown to the King ought to go !
My way I can find to the castle, I know! "



She came to the gate that still wearily hung:
"Please latch me. I'm tired, so long have I swung."
"Yes, that I will gladly," the young maiden said.
She latched the gate gently, and then onward
sped.


She met on the meadow the poor lowing cow:
" I wish, pretty maiden, you could milk me now !"
" Indeed I will gladly," the little maid said.
She filled the big bucket, and then onward
she sped..



She came to the brook, where the old water-mill
Huskily said, Please, to start my big wheel."
"Indeed I will gladly," the little maid said.
She turned the big wheel, and then onward
she sped.



The old crone returned, and of course missed the sack.
She looked at the hearth, she examined the rack;
The hut was so tidy, so wholesome and sweet,
She said, "One thing's certain, young Dwina is
neat.


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" O gate o' mine, 0 gate o' mine,
:ay, have you seen that girl o' mine? "

" Only a lady have I seen,
Who very kind to me has been "

"Oh, that can never be my little maid,
She's only a goose-girl," the old crone said.

"O cow o' mine, O cow o' mine,
Say, have you seen that girl o' mine ? "


She came to the castle, and stood there amazed,
For joy bells were ringing, and bonfires blazed ;
Brass bands, too, were 1l ii-. and the people who
chose,
Were going to court in their best Sunday clothes.

And when the old crone said, "What does this
mean?"
They shouted "King Oleg his crown has again!
Prince Imar, young Dwina, the goose-herd, will wed,
For that's what the oracle plainly has said I "


"Only a lady have I seen,
Who very kind to me has been "


" Oh, that can never be my little maid,
She's only a goose-girl," the old crone said.

"O mill o' mine, 0 mill o' mine,
Say, have you seen that girl o' mine ? "

" Only a lady have I seen,
Who very kind to me has been !"

" Oh, that can never be my little maid,
She's only a goose-girl," the old crone said.


" I'm glad," said the crone, "and 1 am not sur.
prised
( She \vas really a fairy quite closely disguised);
Prince Imar no worthier Princess could find,
For Dwina's obliging, neat, courteous and kind."

Her words were the truth, whether fairy or crone;
For of all the Czars that have sat on the throne,
Nor annals, nor legends, before then or since,
Can tell of a happier Princess and Prince.


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