Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 Bella's Exciting Day
 The Hallelujah Chorus
 The Dull Damsel
 Silversail and the Carrier...
 Prince Hydrangea
 Little Foolscap
 Captain's Biscuit
 The Travels of Twopenny Trudge...
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Title: Lilliput legends
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Title: Lilliput legends
Physical Description: vii, 1 215 p., 7 leaves of plates : ill. ; 19 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Rands, William Brighty, 1823-1882 ( Author, Primary )
Pinwell, George John, 1842-1875 ( Illustrator )
Millais, John Everett, 1829-1896 ( Illustrator )
Strahan & Co ( Publisher )
J.S. Virtue and Co ( Printer )
Dalziel Brothers ( Engraver )
James Burn & Company ( Binder )
Publisher: Strahan & Co.
Place of Publication: London
Manufacturer: Virtue and Co.
James Burn & Co.
Publication Date: 1872
Subject: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Hand-colored illustrations -- 1872   ( local )
Children's stories -- 1872   ( lcsh )
Burn & Company -- Binders' tickets (Binding) -- 1872   ( rbbin )
Bldn -- 1872
Genre: Hand-colored illustrations   ( local )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Binders' tickets (Binding)   ( rbbin )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
Citation/Reference: Osborne collection of early children's books,
Statement of Responsibility: by the author of "Lilliput Levee".
General Note: Illustrations engraved by Dalziel after G.J. Pinwell and Sir John E. Millais.
General Note: Bound by James Burn & Company.
General Note: Baldwin Library copy illustrations are hand-colored: probably by young owner.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Bibliographic ID: UF00026265
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
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Resource Identifier: aleph - 002236440
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'ay SQopeiTHE boys and girls were exceeding gay,With billycock bonnets and curds and whey,And I thought that I was in Arcady,For the fringe of the forest was fair to see.But the very first hayrick that I came toDid turn to a Doll's House, fair and true;I saw with my eyes where the same did sit,And there was a rainbow over it.The people inside were setting the platters,The chairs and tables, and such-like matters,And making the beds and getting the tea :But through a bow-window I saw the sea.Up came a damsel: " Sir," she said," Willyou walk with me by my garden-bed?Will you sit in my parlour by-and-by ?"" I will sit in your parlour, my dear," says I"" Will you hear my starling gossip ?" said she.And now Ifelt sure it was Arcady;But a starling never could do the rhymingThat very soon in my ears was chiming:-b

IV LILLIPUT LEGENDS."JZigglum-jogglum, Lilliputlandum,Twopenny tiptop, sugaricandum,Sni:-snap-snorum, hot-cross buns,Conjugatorum, double dunce." Fannyfoldfunnyface, fairy-tale,Cat in a cockle-boat, wigglum-whale,Dickory-dolphin, humpty-hoo,Flo6ppety-fluteykin, tootle-tum-too."Said I, " There may be a Clown outside,And a Clown I never could yet abide,-A picker and stealer, a clumsy joker,Who stirs up his friends with a burning poker." But perhaps," said I, " I mistake the plan ;It may be the Punch-and-Judy man,Or the other, that keeps the galante showAnd the marionnettes, for what know."Then I opened the window through thick and thin,And in with a bounce came a Harlequin,And very distinctly I heard a bandStrike up the dances of Zilliput Land.To wonder at this I did incline," And where," said I " is the Columbine-Tip-toe twist-about, shimmer and shine,Where is the beautiful Columbine "

LILLIPUT LEGENDS. VThen out from the curtains, all shimmer and shine,With a rose-red sash came Columbine,And Harlequin took her by the hand,And they stepped out in Lilliput Land;Twirl about, whirl about, shimmer and shine,0 a rose-red sash had Columbine !Then one of the folks, who had set the teaIn Dol's House fashion, did climb my knee,And he said, " Would you like, sir, to take a tripWith me ? Have you seen my little ship ?"The ship, as he called it, was certainly small,For the dot of a sailor could carry it all:So both got in, and away went we,Coasting the sea-board of Arcady.Then I told a story, and he told one,But they both got mixed before they were done.;And so did we, as the day grew dim,And the child was myself, and myself was him.But now it was getting time to land,So I stepped into Fleet Street, and went up the Strand,For I thought I should like to study the tradeThey drive in toys at the Lowther Arcade.And whom should I see, at a Doll's House door,But the very same damsel I met before !" I thought I should see you again," says she;" And a few of my friends will be here to tea."

vi LILLIPUT LEGENDS.Then the Punch-and-Judy man came in,The Columbine and the Harlequin,The man that patters in front of a show,And the children-and how their tongues did go !But what makes the place so sweet? thought I,As scents of the heather and furze went by,And with them a whif of the rolling sea;-And then I remembered Arcady,As the party were tittering over the tea.There are things that they do not understandIn Arcady or in Lilliput Land,Thought i, and a tear began to come-Somewhere was a little one tapping a drum.Then forth I quietly stepped, back way,From the merry party; myself not gay,And yet not sad, but at. sixes and sevensWith things in the world and things in the heavens;For, what with the Punch-and-Judy man,And the dainty little Arcadian,Ifound it had all got into my head,With the stories the Doll's House people said,-But yet they would not be rememberd !Then I says to the stories, " You tricksy elves,You had better take pencil, and tell yourselves /"So they did. And the telling of them is true;Though they carried off some of the things I knew,

LILLIPUT LEGENDS. ViiBut which never a soul in Lilliput Land,Or in Arcady can understand,Or know. And little of them know IOr you, except that they make us cry.I will put up the book in the libraryOf the little Doll's House in Arcady;And if some of the people there read and fndA few of the tears, will they really mind ?Or why should Sixtyfoot hate himselfFor taking a book from a Doll's House shelf?



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IUn{y SooperBELLA'S EXCITING DAY.-------I."T HE first thing Bella saw this fine hot day was acrowd of people round the church door, watchingthe cabs as they drove up; and she thought thiswould be something to excite her mind, so she cameup as fast as she could, and stood among the peoplelooking. As she had been running, her hair wasanyhow, and one of her boots nearly off her foot;indeed, she had to hitch up her old frock over hershoulder, just as the young ladies, all in white, beganto step out of the cabs, and walk into the church oneafter the other. They wore long white veils; theyhad no bonnets on; and their hair shone like jewelsin the warm sun.Bella was very much surprised, and said to a police-man, who was so tall that she had to look up at himas if he was a monument, and so stiff that he couldhardly see below his own chin-B

2 LILLIPUT LEGENDS." If you please, sir, what is this ?"Now the policeman took no notice of Bella, but hecalled out to a boy who was up the lamp-post-" Hi, you sir, come down!"Then Bella determined to ask the little boy, whohad no doubt seen inside the church-window, and soshe said-"Are they all going to be married?""Married! no!" said the rude boy: "it's a con-frummation. They're all going to be confirmed."This was a great mystery to Bella; so she rubbedher nose with her old stuff frock, and felt much in-terested. In a short time, she heard the singing andthe music, very loud and nice. Then the very pave-ment seemed to shake under her feet, and she had apricking sensation at the roots of her hair, and some-thing in her throat as if she was going to cry."There!" said the little boy, nudging her: "that'sthe confrummation. They're a-being done now; it'sa bishop as does it; I see him go in at the otherdoor."This made Bella feel sad."I never saw a bishop," said she, very humbly.But she made a solemn resolution in her own mindthat she would be confirmed, with music, and singing,and a white veil. Only she had not considered howexpensive it is to ride in a cab, poor child; half-a-

BELLA' S EXCITING DAY. 3crown, perhaps; and she had never had half-a-crownin her hand in all her life. However, she said in herown mind, " I will be confirmed when I am older;"and she stamped with one foot on the pavement asshe had the thought.It was a good long time before there was any moreconversation; however, at last the little boy spokeagain, and said-"They haves a bun and a glass o' wynd apiece."Then the organ burst out again, and the little boygave her a violent push, he was so excited."There!" says he, "don't you hear? They'reeatin' their buns now, while the orgin plays 'Glorybe to the Father!' "At this, Bella was quite overcome, and leaned withone hand on the little boy's shoulder. So he camecloser, and put his great red paw round Bella's downythin arm, and spoke more softly, saying-"I say, don't you cry, silly! I'm going to be con-firmed some day-and I'll take you with me!"Now, indeed, Bella felt as if she had something tolook forward to in life, and she asked the little boywhat his name was."Name?" says he, ." Bos-eye.""That's not your real name," said Bella."No; they calls me Bos-eye in our Buildin's,because I can squint double-jest look here "B2

4 LILLIPUT LEGENDS."Oh, don't you!" cried Bella, and hid her face inher frock, as the little boy squinted horribly;-theymight well call him Bos-eye." Shall you be confirmed in a white veil ?" inquiredBella, doubtfully."No-oh! " said the boy, very loud. "White veil?no-oh. I shall have a shirt-pin, and a new hat, andwe'll have a--"Now then, move on, move on!" said the stiffpoliceman, and all the cabs came rattling up to thechurch again, and the people rode away, and a stoutman came and stood at the door of the church, in agreat coat all over broad gilt lace, and he had acocked hat, all over gilt lace too, and he carried a tallstick, with a real silver knob to it.Then Bella trembled very much, and stood veryclose to the little boy, and laid hold of the lappel ofhis jacket, and said-" Oh, what a beautiful bishop ""Bishop! ha, ha, ha! said the little boy; "he'sonly a beadle; he belongs to the workus; bishop!ha, ha! Come along, little 'un! why, none- of thegirls is pretty, not nigh so pretty as you are; andlook how they're dressed up, and how they greasestheir hair!"Just then, an omnibus came by with a good manygentlemen on the outside, very smart and fine.

BELLA'S EXCITING DAY. 5" Oh, here's a lot o' Swells !" cried the little boy,very much delighted; and, when one of the gentle-men happened to smile at him, he ran at the side ofthe omnibus, and began turning over and over side-ways on his hands, head down, head up, so that hishair went flying, and you could see all the rents inhis trousers: just like a wheel he looked, turning andturning like mad. At last one of the gentlementhrew him a penny, and away he ran. He nevercame back to Bella. This caused a void in herbosom, and she went wandering down the long broadstreet in search of Excitement, though she did notknow the name of the thing she was in search of.II.The next remarkable place she came to was a shopcalled a Restaurant. Inside were all manner of nicethings to eat and drink, with china plates, and silverforks, and flowers, and waiters, and waitresses. Andladies and gentlemen were sitting at little marbletables taking Refreshments, and as Bella looked atthe gentlemen, she thought of Bos-eye, and remem-bering the appearance of the gentlemen she had seenupon the top of the omnibus, she said to herself,"These also are Swells." And the Swells wereeating pleasant meats and green salads, which made

6 LILLIPUT LEGENDS.Bella feel as if she could go and find out a field andlie down and bite the grass. But of all the thingsshe saw in this place nothing pleased her so much asthe ices. For Bella had had a Penny Ice one day,and knew an ice when she saw one. All girls arefond of ices, and especially pink ices, such as theseladies were eating, and Bella stood looking in at thedoor, with very large eyes and her mouth wide open.That was quite rude of her, but she did not know anybetter, and when at last one of the waiters came tothe door and izshed at her, with a white napkin, as ifshe was a puppy-dog, she went away, ashamed andmiserable and angry.III.The sun was very hot indeed, and the streets dryand dusty, and Bella looked about in vain for Bos-eye, and then stood up against a post, feeling her skindry and her mouth dry, and all over dry, and quiteuncomfortable and low. Just as she was in thisunhappy frame of mind, there came by a watering-cart, and, oh, how refreshing it looked in the eyes ofour Bella The bright, glittering jets of water maderainbows in the sun, and a longing, longing thoughtcame over Bella which she could not resist. So sherushed up to the back of the cart, and laid hold of the

BELLA'S EXCITING DAY. 7water pipe with both hands, and ducked up anddown, and let the jets of water play over her againand again till she was wet through nearly. " Oh,how nice and cool!" thought Bella; and so it was,only she looked like a drowned rat. This made agentleman laugh so that he gave her a threepennypiece, though why a gentleman should give a street-girl a piece of silver because she looked like adrowned rat, I cannot tell. And the gentlemanwalked off laughing. Bella heard him say to anothergentleman, " By Jove! it's as good as a play !" andperhaps if it was it was worth threepence to him.But all dry people do not like wet people, and Bellahad not gone many yards along the hot pavementbefore she heard a lady, who was walking withanother lady, say, in a fretful tone 'of voice, "Thatwet girl is a nuisance." Now Bella did not knowthe meaning of the word nuisance; but, lookingbehind, she saw that she had made the pavement wetall the way as she came along. So she concludedthat life was very difficult, seeing one person calledher as good as a play and gave her a silver threepennypiece for being dripping wet, while another said shewas a nuisance. These things made Bella some-what melancholy, and she thought to herself-"When I am confirmed I shall understand things,perhaps."

8 LILLIPUT LEGENDS.Then, for a moment, she seemed to hear the loudrolling organ, and the sweet voices of the singers,and she felt better, though she wished Bos-eye waswith her to tell her how to spend her money, and toshare what she bought with it.IV.Just at that moment, a costermonger came by,wheeling a broad barrowful of fruit, and looking atBella, as if he knew she was a capitalist; and hemade a noise, saying-"Yah-yaw-yah-yee-h ee-yigh-yo- yo- o-oh !"Bella went up to the man's barrow, and shakingback her hair and pointing with her finger, said-"What's this a piece? ""That's pineapple, miss," said the costermonger;" West-Injy pine; a penny a slice."" And what's the cherries ?" asked little Bella." Cherries, my dear," says the costermonger, "apenny a bunch; them in the bags twopence."Now, what Bella wanted in her very heart to dowas to buy a slice of pine for a penny, and a bunch ofcherries for a penny, because this was a variety, andthe slice of pine looked solid, like bread and butter;but, unfortunately, just at that very moment, she

BELLA'S EXCITING DAY. 9caught the eye of a lady fixed upon her, and thoughtto herself-" It will be more genteel if I buy a bag of cherries."There was no time for thought, for the coster-monger gave his barrow a push, and cried out oncemore-" Yah-yaw-yah-yee-hee-yigh-yo-yo-o-oh !"So Bella bought a bag of cherries for twopence,and had only one penny left of her silver piece.The first thing she did, you may be quite sure, wasto begin upon her cherries, and very nice they were,and very great was her joy in their niceness. Didyou ever think how completely happy young childrenare while they are eating pleasant things? But inthe midst of her joy, she had an unpleasant feeling,which it is not easy for me to describe. You must con-sider that she had heard the organ, and made a friend,and parted from a friend, and had a shower-bath,and been tipped with silver, and been called anuisance, and that, after all, she was a human being,just like you and me. Now, what was it she felt?She felt a sort of vacancy, and a sort of vexation withherself; as if she wanted to go to sleep and forgetsomething. I. do not understand these things my-self, but I know a gentleman who is a Moralist, andwears spectacles, and always reads-at breakfast; and

10 LILLIPUT LEGENDS.he says Bella had lost some of her Self-respect by buy-ing cherries in a bag, in order to be genteel, whenwhat she wanted in her inmost bosom was a slice ofWest-Indian pine, and a bunch of cherries for variety.I wish I understood Morality, and Manners, andSociety, and things of that sort, and then I shouldknow how much blame to lay on the shoulders ofthe lady who, a few minutes before, had called Bellaa nuisance; for, though Bella did not know what aNuisance was, she felt as much lowered as if she hadbeen called an Abracadabra or a Parallelopipedon;and which is the worst of the three, goodness onlyknows.V.At the time at which these exciting events werehappening to our Bella, there was a place in our citycalled Leicester Square. In the middle of this squarewas a statue that looked as if by lazy and recklesshabits it had become poor and shabby; and all roundwas rough, -straggling grass, with a very few trees,that looked as shabby as the statue. But when rainfell, the trees and the grass smelt sweetly, as treesand grass always do, and I have with my own eyeswatched a sparrow pecking at the grass-seed inthat very square. Owing to causes which I cannot

BELLA'S EXCITING DAY. IIexplain, not being Chief Commissioner of Works, or aBishop, or a Policeman, or anything of that sort,there are places round this square at which the rail-ings have been broken, so that the children can creepin. As the railings are of solid iron, I do not believethe children themselves can have broken them, but Ido know that I have seen children, three or four at atime, creep in at a hole, head foremost, exhibitingtheir little brown dusty thighs, and showing, by theirlooks, that they felt guilty and insecure in what theywere doing. One of the children that strolled up andwent in this day was our Bella.The moment our Bella got inside, with the littlebag of cherries in her hand, she regretted the stepshe had taken; for there were about as many chil-dren in the square as there were cherries in her bag,and they all left off play to look at her, as if theywould like to eat her up, poor thing. There was onelittle boy of whom special mention must be made.He was older than Bella, and she considered that hewas. gorgeously dressed, and of such genteel manners,that if he had been a man she would have said toherself, "And here, also, is a Swell! "Bella had not been many moments in the squarewhen this young gentleman walked up to her andcommenced a conversation by asking if she likedplaying among the haycocks.

12 LILLIPUT LEGENDS."Are they good to eat?" said Bella."No-oh!" answered the young gentleman, in avery impolite manner-" ain't you ever been in thecountry ?""No," said poor little Bella, blushing much. In-deed, she felt so humbled, again, she hardly knewwhat to do. The little boy she was conversing withwas well dressed, and she was shabby; he knewwhat a haycock was, and she did not; he lookeddown upon her, and was rude to her; and there wasonly one thing in which she was able to stand againsthim. Now, what was that? The little boy was nomore a Moralist, or a Poet, or a Philosopher, than Iam, and I will bet anything he could not even spellzEsthetics; so he had no idea that there were depthsin Bella's child-woman's eyes that there were not inhis, or anything beautiful in her round smooth browmore than in his square, rough, selfish forehead. ButBella had the cherries. And when the boy was rudeto her, she turned red in the face, and had a littleagony all to herself (oh, what fine words are here;but things are finer than words,I assure you!) andoffered the cherries to the well-dressed boy, and theysat down under a tree, and ate them together. Whenthey had eaten them all, they turned over the cherry-stones in their mouths, and Bella went fast asleep onthe dry, half-yellow grass.

BELLA'S EXCITING DAY. 13VI.A long sleep she had, and a long dream. Whenshe woke it was quite night! All the other childrenhad gone home to bed; and around her were the gas-lamps of the pavement and the shops, and the noisypeople making a sound like thunder with theirtongues and their feet, as Bella woke lonely andcold in the square. At first, Bella forgot that thecherries had all been eaten, and felt for them at herside-but there was only the bag, and that was burst;for the greedy little gentleman had blown it out withhis mouth, and popped it.Now, it seemed to Bella that the people were allhurrying one way, and she heard them crying, "Fire,fire!" So she thought to herself, "I should like tosee a fire !" and up she got, and scrambled round thesquare, till she found the hole she had got in by, andso out into the street, when she followed the crowd.And a long way she went, I can tell you, up onestreet and down another, and still the sky was red infront of her, and still it got redder and redder, andthe crowd grew thicker and thicker. At last shebegan to see smoke rising up from the fire, and theweathercock of a church-steeple as bright as gold andbrighter, and the people kept on guessing what placeit was that was burning.

14 LILLIPUT LEGENDS." It's a coach-maker's " said one." It's a hoil-cloth factory! " said another." I smell the hoil " said a third."And I smells the turps " said a fourth; and thecrowd was becoming so thick that poor little Bella wasalmost afraid of being knocked down by the fellows;they do push so.But a severe disappointment awaited her. Thecrowd was so great that she could not, after all, getnear enough to see the fire: the mob was as long asa whole street of people, and she was not muchhigher than my knee. What was the consequenceShe felt the heat; and saw the sparks flying over-head; she caught a glimpse, once or twice, of a jetof water as it flew, and of the curl of steam in whichit was thrown back from the burning rafters; andonce, only once, she heard a crash, and then, whilethe flames shot up so high that she could see real fre-think of that !-she heard a great groan, a long"A-a-h! "-in fact a sound I cannot print-from thethousands of men and women, that were there. Thenthe crowd swayed backwards and forwards, and Bellasaid, "Oh, please don't scrouge! " and she felt, at theroots of her hair, almost as she had felt in the morn-ing at the church door, when she heard the organblow, and the children sing.Now I have consulted a Critic, who writes in the

BELLA'S EXCITING DAY. 15papers, and he tells me that according to the Laws ofArt, I must not describe the fire, because Bella did notsee it. The thing she really did see was a fire-engine,but everybody knows what a fire-engine is like-it is just as if the thing that makes a train go had gotloose at a railway-station, and run wild in the street,with men to ride it as if it was a horse. Oh, how itcame tearing along!"Ah-ah-ah!" cried the crowd, and cheered thefiremen, and made way for the engine, and some ofthem said-" It's the Prince of Wales-hoo-ray "" Hoo-ray !" said Bella.If there was one excitement which Bella desiredmore than another, it was to behold the Prince ofWales and the Princess of Wales, to whom she wasparticularly partial, having seen their picture, arm-in-arm, going to be married, presented gratis to thesubscribers to the Young Ladzes' Companion, whichwas regularly taken in by the girl at the beer-shopBella knew best. It is so hard to know what peopledo see, and what they do not see, that I will notdeclare whether Bella did or did not set eyes on thePrince, supposing him to have been on that fire-engine-why should we want to be sure of every-thing, like bankers-and lawyers-and our clergy-man? But, before retiring to rest for the night, Bella

16 LILLIPUT LEGENDS.stated that she had seen the Prince and Princess ofWales on a fire-engine. When I mentioned this to afriend who is a Philosopher, he said it was a myth;though our clergyman maintained it was a story,only he didn't say story exactly. Now, when I toldthese things to my little daughter, she smiled with allher huge antelope brown eyes, and, lifting her handto let it fall with a droop of apology, said-" But, oh, papa, she had had such an ExcitingDay !"*a

PHARRONIDA.PART I.I.ITTLE PHARRONIDA was the daughter of acrossing-sweeper, who had been left a widower,with no one but her. While her mother lived shehad heard a great many fairy tales, which so filledher head that nothing wouldsatisfy her in all theworld but to be a fairy queen. Her kind father (formany crossing-sweepers are kind) used to say to her,"My Pharronida, you will never be a fairy; you willhave to fill a nurse-girl's place, or take in plainneedlework." This only made Pharronida shake herlittle head; and, at last, her father made a law thatshe should have no more butter on her bread (forsome crossing-sweepers live very well) until sheagreed to give up the idea of being a fairy. Thislaw was carried out quite strictly up to Saturdaynight, except that on Wednesday she had some beefdripping; but on Saturday night, her father, seeingC

x8 LILLIPUT LEGENDS.how sad and silent she was, gave her some bread-and-butter, cut thin, and put some sugar on, to makeit up completely. This made Pharronida cry, espe-cially when she found the butter was fresh, and knewher kind father had bought it on purpose. However,she got between his knees, and said-"Father, I want you to give me a penny.""Yes, my dear Pharronida," said he; "and youcan buy what you like with it. I know a shop wherethey sell fairy tales a penny each."But on the Monday, when he came home to dinnerfrom his crossing, he saw that Pharronida had boughtfor a penny a bill, upon which was written, "PlainNeedlework Taken in Here." This she had stuck inthe window with a wafer, split into four."Tush! " said he, when he saw the bill; "you aretoo young, yet. Whoever heard of a girl of nineyears old taking in needlework ?" So he kissed her,and they had some hot soup together for that day'sdinner. For all that, he caught a cold in the after-noon, standing in a heavy shower, and in a very fewdays he died. Before that happened, however, he saidto his daughter-"Pharronida, if I die, you will find under the bed-tick, on the right-hand side, a stocking-full of money.It contains seventy-three pounds, fourteen shillings,and sixpence-halfpenny."

PHARRONIDA. 19Then the little girl began to cry; but a ray ofsunshine slanted through the window, right downupon her beautiful hair, and her father smiled aridsaid-" Oh, my fairy queen!" .And then he died. Some ill-conditioned personsget angry when they find that crossing-sweepers savemoney; but, as long illnesses and old bones happento scavengers as well as other people, I do not myselfsee why they should not save money. Neither, con-sidering the disrespectful way in which a crossing-sweeper is liable to be treated by the vulgar, do I seewhy he should not have a fairy for a daughter, by wayof making things, more even.II.Shortly after her father's death, Pharronida beganto think she must do some plain needlework for aliving, in spite of the stocking-full of money, whichshe found all right, exactly as her father had told her,except that one of the pennies was bad. This badpenny had, no doubt, been given him by the rich,shabby old man who always puts bad half-crowns intothe plate on Christmas Day, when there is a collec-tion for the poor in our parish. I know him quitewell, and intend to expose him if he does not, afterthis warning, desist from his nefarious practices.C2

20 LILLIPUT LEGENDS.But it came across the mind of little Pharronidathat her father's last words had been, " Oh, my fairyqueen !" and, after much consideration, she resolvedto fulfil her destiny, in obedience to his dying com-mand. So she went out into the streets, intending topurchase a fairy-book, which might give her theproper information; but, on her way to the shopwhere such things were sold, she passed a theatre,on the door of which was a bill, bearing, in largeletters, the words-GRAND FAIRY PANTOMIME.This appeared to the mind of Pharronida a veryprovidential occurrence, and she immediately said toherself, " I will become a fairy at once, for this mustbe the place; though what a pantomime is I do notknow, unless it means factory. Yes, that is what itmust mean. They make little girls into fairies inthis place, and I shall soon have wings growing outof my shoulders, and be able to turn a pumpkin intoa coach-and-six, like Cinderella's godmother."Thinking these things, and feeling very happy atthe thought of them, Pharronida knocked hard at thedoor several times. But nobody answered, and atlast she began to cry, and to fancy she would neverbe a fairy after all. And, as her hands had got dirtythumping against the nasty panels, she smutted her

PHARRONIDA. 21face when she put her hands up to it to wipe her eyes.At last one of the passers-by told her not to standknocking there, but to go round to the stage-door.This she did, and saw a man with a book before him,in which he seemed ready to write down names; andto him she said, very softly and bashfully-" If you please, sir, I want to be a fairy."At this the man burst out laughing, and said toher-" You had better go and wash your face, my littlemaid."So Pharronida went to the Public Baths andWashhouses, and paid threepence, and came backvery clean to the stage-door, and said again, softlyand bashfully-" If you please, sir, I have washed my face, and Ishould like to be a fairy."At this the man laughed again; but he opened hiseyes very wide, and said-" Hadn't you better see the manager ?"So Pharronida saw the manager, and said to him,more softly and bashfully than ever, because he worea gold chain, and looked as grand and dreadful as ifhe could make her into a fairy, whether she wouldor no-" If you please, sir, I should like to be a fairy."Then the manager stretched out his legs very wide,

22 LILLIPUT LEGENDS.like King Henry VIII. in the pictures, and put bothhis thumbs into his crimson velvet waistcoat, andglared at little Pharronida, and said-"No vacancy this season !"Then Pharronida thought what a pity it was shehad not come a day or two earlier. But as she wasgetting into bed that night she had a thought, andthe next morning she went very early to the stage-manager, and said-"If you please, sir, I have brought this stocking-full of money. It was seventy-three pounds, fourteenshillings, and sixpence-halfpenny (all but one badpenny) when father died; and I have only spent theodd money, and, if it is enough for the trouble, con-sidering you have no vacancy, I will pay it all to youif you will make me into a fairy with two wings and awand."Then the eyes of the manager began to twinkle;for he had a very costly transformation-scene toproduce that Christmas, entitled, "The GleamingGlaciers of the Glades of Glory and ShimmeringChandeliers of the Shingled Shades." So he madea snatch at the money, and turned it all out in aheap, and counted it up to the last sixpence, whilePharronida stood trembling lest there should be anymore of it bad. But there was not, and the managerwas satisfied, and said-

PHARRONIDA. 23"Done! It's a bargain! I'll make a fairy of you,by Golly."This made little Pharronida tremble; for she didnot know who Golly was, and fancied it was going tobegin at once.III.Pharronida now became a fairy, and was dressedin a white muslin skirt, looped up short; she wore agarland of roses on her head, and a pink sash roundher waist; her little shoes were as white as cream,and she carried a wand with a star at the top madeof green tinsel. Yet her happiness did not equal herexpectations, and she was in some danger of becom-ing a cynical elfin girl in the very Glades of Glory.From this misfortune, however, she was saved bynoticing that the Gleaming Glaciers looked very niceas you were approaching them, not so agreeablewhen you stood upon them, but very nice againwhen you were passing away from them. Now,Pharronida, though not metaphysical, said to herself,"That must be the way in life; and some day Ishall know I did a happy thing when I became afairy."But her destiny was not yet fulfilled; for, though afairy, she was not a fairy queen, as her father's dying

24 LILLIPUT LEGENDS.words said she was to be. So she waited and waited,month after month, and even year after year, until shewas tall, and strong, and very beautiful, and coulddance on the points of her toes, and say some wordsif they should happen to come in her part. "I amdetermined," said Pharronida, "to become a fairyqueen, because it is my cue" (she meant her destiny)."Perhaps I shall have a new sensation then; but,whether I do or not, I shall be right-and a fairyqueen I intend to be !"IV.This perseverance, and these proper sentiments, atlast met their due reward; and the night came onwhich Pharronida was to be a beautiful fairy queen.She was all in pure white and gold, like a lily; shehad a crown of golden stars on her head, with alarge star in front; her girdle was gold, her sandalswere gold, her wand was gold, and all the rest was aswhite as her own forehead. Yes, she was a fairyqueen now, and went up to heaven in a chariot, withall sorts of music, as soon as ever she had spoken thewords in her part.But, it must be confessed, Pharronida was againdisappointed. The new sensation did not come,although she kept looking -for it up to the verylast moment and the very last bit of cloud in the

PHARRONIDA. 25skies. This puzzled Pharronida very much, and shesaid to herself, "It was my destiny to be a fairyqueen, and yet there is nothing in it! "Poor Pharronida! she did not know how manygreat warriors, and kings, and poets have said thelike-not understanding destiny-and she was nowin danger of becoming a cynical fairy queen, evenwhen she could revel in the very Bowers of Bliss andgo up to heaven with a variety of music./. /PART II.I.On the very night when Pharronida became afairy queen, and went up to heaven in a chariot,saying words as she rose from the ground, a humblesailor lad, of the name of Philip, went to the play byhimself and beheld her. His ship, which was anEast Indiaman as tall as a house, was going toclear out of the docks the next morning, and he haddetermined to take a night's pleasure before he lefthis native country on a long voyage. He was a veryhearty, kind lad, and had a jack-knife hung at hisside, exactly as if he had come straight out ofChaucer;- it made you shiver your timbers and reef

26 LILLIPUT LEGENDS.tops'ls to look at him, and you could not help sing-ing " Ninny-oh! ninny-oh " or some other sailor'ssong, in a minor key, as you watched this ruddy ladsteering down a street. On this very night he sat inthe front row of the pit and leaned his chin on therail of the orchestra, so close that he inconveniencedthe drum and the cymbals, who several times werenear hitting him, though, of course, unintentionally;for no one could bear him malice who looked at hisopen, bold countenance. But such was the attentionPhilip paid to the performance that he was insensibleto anything but the Bowers of Bliss and the beautifulfairy queen, who rose up to the skies all white andgold, like a lifted lily, going to the asphodel meadowsof heaven because she was so good. And the wordsshe spoke were these:-"Mortals, that would follow me,Love Virtue-she alone is free!She can teach ye how to climbHigher than the sphery chime;Or, if Virtue feeble were,Heaven itself would stoop to her "Now, it seemed to Philip that, as the fairy queenspoke these words, she fixed her eyes straight uponhim, and spoke to him. This was a mistake, ofcourse, for fairy queens never look at anybody inthe pit; however, it made him blush all the sameas if it had been real; and he drew a deep sigh

PHARRONIDA. 27from his very waist-belt upwards as the lovely fairyqueen disappeared behind the clouds. "That," saidPhilip to himself, " must be the Sweet Little Cherubthat sits up Aloft," for Philip was not aware that acherub can never be a female, and is entirely com-posed of head and wings, instead of having a beautifulbody like this fairy queen.Being economical (because he had an aged motherto support), Philip had not bought a bill of the playwhen he took his seat in. the pit, although he had beenmuch pressed to do so by the woman who broughtround the refreshments. But, as she now cameup his row of the benches, saying, "Ginger-beer!lemonade! any ale or porter?" Philip purchased abill, in order that he might discover the name of thebeautiful fairy queen. This he soon saw was no otherthan Pharronida, which was not an easy word forhim to spell, though extremely proper, as such, for afairy queen. However, Philip put the bill into hisbosom, next his heart, right underneath his bluejersey; and he said, in a whisper, "I will neverpart with this. The fairy queen is my destiny; andI shall forget her name if I do not look often at thebill."The next morning Philip's ship was towed out ofdock, and Philip left his native land for a long time.This vessel was called The Siren, and had a figure-

28 LILLIPUT LEGENDS.head which, to him, had hitherto seemed the mostbeautiful object in creation, supposing it had beenalive; but, after having seen Pharronida, he nolonger considered it in the same light. As Philipwas a true sailor, it distressed him to have to thinkless of the figure-head of his ship; but such was hisdestiny.II.It was longer than even he expected before Philipcould return to England; but all the while he wasaway he kept on thinking of his fairy queen and thebeautiful words, though Pharronida, perhaps, hadnever seen him or thought of him at all, and con-tinued asking what was the use of being a fairyqueen, and sometimes almost doubting her destiny.All this while Philip was out in the Indian Ocean,and the Pacific Ocean, and the Gulf of Burmah, andthe Strait of Borneo, and many other strange seasthat you will find on the map, thinking of the beauti-ful fairy queen Pharronida and her beautiful wordsas she went up to heaven. This made him the mostsplendid sailor on board ship, and kept him as goodas he was clever. Philip saw the constellation of theSouthern Cross, and the Great Wall of China, and theCoral Islands, and the Malays that run amuck, and

PHARRONIDA. 29the flamingoes, and the kangaroos, and once he sawan Ornithorhyncus paradoxus, and another time a realntshiego mnbouve. This remarkable occurrence tookplace off the coast of Africa, but *nothing put Pharro-nida out of the head of this faithful Philip. When itblew great guns, he thought of his fairy queen; whenthe pilot could not see his way for fog, he thought ofhis fairy queen; when it struck six bells, he thoughtof his fairy queen; when the water came pouringin amidships, and the cry was "All hands to thepumps!" he thought of his fairy queen; and when,in the port of Ningpo, a wicked shipmate wanted todrag him to a wicked place, Philip shouted " Pharro-nida!" and, pressing his hand on his breast, wherethe playbill was, ran away from temptation, like atrue sailor pursued by a land shark. Of course, afterthis, he was very much teased by his comrades, espe-cially by the wicked man, who was always askinghim how to spell Pharronida, and taunting him withnot having a lock of her hair let into his 'bacco-box.Philip said nothing about the playbill, of course;if he had, they would have torn it from under hisjersey.One day the wicked man fell over the bulwarks, orout of a porthole, I forget which; and there was alarge shark passing just at the very moment. ButPhilip happened to be looking over the side of the

30 LILLIPUT LEGENDS."ship, and saw the accident, and the horrible mouth ofthe shark stretched very wide open to crunch up thewicked sailor man. Then Philip thought in hisheart, "There's a Sweet Little Cherub that sits upAloft!" and, drawing his cutlass and shouting" Pharronida !" in a voice of thunder, leaped downinto the ocean, and chopped the shark's flesh rightthrough to the backbone, so that he turned away todie, making the waves red for ever so far with hisnasty blood.After that the sailors never laughed at Philip abouthis Pharronida; but such, I regret to state, is thesuperstition of the nautical mind, that they supposedit to be a charm, and repeated it on the most un-necessary occasions when there was anything ratherdifficult to be done. So that there was nothingheard on board The Siren at six bells, and threebells, and eight bells, and any other time, but"Pharronida."Of all this Pharronida was not, as you may sup-pose, aware; nor did she dream that it was part ofher destiny.III.Early on the very day after The Siren came intoport, Philip, going along a street on the banks of theriver, met a wedding procession, and walked more

PHARRONIDA. 31slowly, in order that he might enjoy such a beautifulsight. Now, it was a very crowded street, and fromthe walls of the warehouses were swinging all man-ner of cranes, and hoists, and pulleys; and, just asthe wedding procession drew nigh where Philip was,a very heavy bale, bound with iron hoops, cameswooping down towards the head of the poor bride--groom. Of course, the people screamed; but it wastoo late, and the poor bridegroom was killed on thespot. As he gave his last dying groan the bride sankfainting backwards, and would have fallen upon thepavement, and probably hrtrt herself very much, if ithad not been for Philip, who sprang forward withgreat activity, and, murmuring " Pharronida!" tohimself, caught her in his arms. This gallant actionon the part of Philip attracted the attention of thefriends of the bride, and an acquaintance grew upbetween them from that very morning.Now, the widowed bride was extremely beautiful,and Philip could not help thinking her almost, if notquite, as lovely as his fairy queen Pharronida; in-deed, the more he saw of her fascinating ways andher kindness of disposition, the fonder he grew ofher; so that at last he became perplexed in hismind. It is true, Pharronida had made him thinkthe figure-head of The Siren less beautiful, but thislady (he always called her '( madam," and she called

32 LILLIPUT LEGENDS.him "sir"), without seeming more beautiful, madehim feel as happy as Pharronida had done; and yetshe was not a fairy queen, but was living on a smallproperty left to her by a relation, who had diedshortly before the day on which she had become amaiden-widow. Often and often, looking at hisplaybill, Philip resolved to tear himself away forever; and still he could not do it. And he nevercould learn anything of Pharronida; probably be-cause he was ignorant of the world in which fairiesare made and put into bowers of bliss and gleamingglades of glory.One day, as Philip happened to be sitting alonewith the lady, who treated him like a brother, withthe entire approbation of her relatives, it came power-fully into his mind that he must make a proposal ofmarriage to her. This idea struck him at the verymoment when he was in the act of raising a glass ofsherry wine, with nuts in it, to his lips, so he causedsome astonishment when he set the glass down, say-ing, convulsively--"I cannot! I will not!"Of course, the lady considered that he had hadenough wine before coming there, and did not like topress him to drink, as he seemed resolved to be tem-perate; but still, she said politely-"Why not, sir ?"

PHARRONIDA. 33"Madam," said Philip, "the truth is, I loveanother.""And this to me, sir!" says the lady, just as it isset down in the playbooks; " after you have sent mesuch sweet verses!" This was true, and Philip hadbeen very unhappy after copying them out for her."Madam," said he, "I am a guilty wretch!Scorn me, if you will! I have been carrying onrather matrimonially, I know-I know it, I regretit; I was even now on the very verge of proposingfor your hand; but I will never wed any woman butmy Pharronida!""Gracious heavens! " exclaimed the lady, "that ismy name I am Pharronida!""It is impossible," answered Philip; "there can-not be two Pharronidas in the whole wide world!There is but one, and here she is!" And, sayingthat, he drew the playbill from under his waistcoat,and, shedding a tear, handed it to the lady, saying-" Do not tear it, madam, in your just displeasure;but that is my Pharronida-the fairy queen in thebowers of bliss-the fairy queen ascending to heaven,with a variety of music-she was dressed in whiteand gold, and not like you, though nothing can bein better taste than your attire. Oh, Pharronida!my Pharronida when shall I see you once again?"As Philip uttered these words he buried his face inD

34 LILLIPUT LEGENDS.his hands, and so he did not notice that the lady hadleft the apartment. But the truth is, she went up-stairs to her own room, and, going to her boxes, tookout the proper dress of a fairy queen in a bower ofbliss, which she had preserved as a relic, in humblehope that she might one day have a sensation whichwould explain her destiny to her. This attire sheput on, with white satin slippers, and delicate pinkhose, and a crown on her head-and so she camedown-stairs and stood before Philip, all on one leg,and waving the toasting-fork for a wand.This excited Philip very much, as you may suppose,and he was scarcely able to pronounce a syllable.Yet he managed to say-"One thing more-speak the words, and I shallknow my Pharronida !"Then the fairy queen spoke the words:-"Mortals that would follow me,Love Virtue-she alone is free!She can teach ye how to climbHigher than the sphery chime,Or, if Virtue feeble were,Heaven itself would stoop to her.""You are-you are my Pharronida " cried Philip,extremely delighted. "One thing more-now go upto heaven! No, no, don't-but you ought to do, forthat is your proper place- but, oh! my Pharronida,I want you; so let me keep you here! "

PHARRONIDA. 35The consequence of this was that Pharronida hadto run away and change her fairy's dress for the oneshe had just put off. But Philip was so vexed atthis that he ran out after her and stood at the footof the stairs, while she hastened up to her ownroom.IV.Pharronida, the fairy queen, now understood herdestiny; and said to Philip-"Philip, there is only one thing I wish to mentionfirst; my father was a crossing-sweeper."" My sweet Pharronida," answered Philip, " I amso glad you mentioned it, for mine was a chimney-sweeper; and a better sweep never raked down aflue!""I admire your spirit," said Pharronida; "thecrossing swept by my father was the cleanest andneatest in London, and he left me seventy-threepounds, fourteen shillings, and sixpence-halfpennyin an old stocking.""And what, my Pharronida, did you do with themoney?" Let it be understood that Philip askedthis question, not because he was mercenary, butmerely from a motive of natural curiosity."I paid it away to be made a fairy! " said Pharro-nida.D2

36 LILLIPUT LEGENDS." Pharronida! " said Philip, with emotion, "it wasa cheap bargain! "Then he told her everything, and they sat lovinglyon the sofa together, talking over the playbill, so thatshe understood her destiny more and more everyminute."From the very first moment I set eyes on you inThames Street, dear, I felt something!" Philip re-marked."Yes, dear," said Pharronida; " it was a mysteriousattraction."This explanation being considered satisfactory,they went to see a pantomime that very night, andPhilip applauded the fairy queen of the blissfulbowers when she waved her wand and spoke her"words:" but he shook his head at Pharronida, andwhispered, "Ah if you could have seen yourself, mylove, when you went up to heaven !""But, Philip, we never can see ourselves; andthat is the reason we do not understand our des-tinies."Then they got married; and there was a little girl;and if she is not a fairy there never was one; but youwould think she was if you could see her listening toPhilip when he tells her about the flamingoes, and thetshkiego-mnbouve, and the Ornithorhyncus paradoxus.

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THE HALLELUJAH CHORUS.I.T was a most lovely day. Out in the fields theworld was so pleased with itself it did not knowwhat to do. Now and then some very beautiful cloudalmost felt vain of its own shape and colour as itcaught sight of its shadow in the pool where thehappy cattle were dipping their broad nostrils; but,thank goodness! the sweet south-west wind wouldnot have let it stop, even if the cloud had wished it;so on went the beautiful cloud, dappling the grasswith shadow that moved, and, whether it caught fireand made a happy suttee of itself in the west thatnight, or whether it went all round the world andcame back again, and is still on its travels, is morethan any one can tell. But the south-west wind wasvery happy too, because it knew that other thingswere enjoying themselves. There was no bound toits playfulness. It caught and joggled the smoke as itcame up from the chimney-pots in a hurry to gohigher, and said, " No, not till you have played withme awhile." And then you saw them at their non-

38 LILLIPUT LEGENDS.serise. Now the smoke went this way, now that way;now it bent humbly, then it tossed its head, and thenit doubled itself up. Now it made a sudden startupwards, and said, " I am off!" but the wind caughtit and wrestled with it again;-oh! it was fun. Atlast the wind turned it right over head and heels, andthen let it go again; so off went the grey smoke, withthe south-west wind chasing it, till it became a beau-tiful golden cloud, like the rest of them. As for thefluffs of the purple thistle and the yellow dandelion,they, also, did not know what to do with themselvesfor pleasure. They flew about here and there, and atlast, unable to make up their own minds where tosettle, gave it up to the soft wind, and were carriedjust whither it pleased. As for the water, that alsowas happy. The brook ran rather thin, but that wasbetter than being hardened into ice in the winter, forrude boys to slide upon; and, besides, it knew that,if it should dwindle more than was comfortable, itwould have its revenge in the autumn when a spatecame. The trees were in a state of most deliciousenjoyment. They were too happy to be quite still,and too happy also to make a noise, so they kept upan incessant whisper, with now and then a toss of thehead and a light laugh, just like bridemaids. In fact,taking it altogether-what with the birds, and thedragon-flies, and the blue butterflies in the corn, and

THE HALLELUJAH CHORUS. 39the daddylonglegses, and the bumble-bees, and theblackberry-bushes, and the wild ivy, and the thyme,and the bulrushes, and the tittlebats in the ponds,and the frogs, and the grasshoppers, and the wildflowers, and the glancing of birds' wings, and thevery sweet smells, and there being no horses andcarts, or omnibuses, or shops, or hurdy-gurdies, orbrass bands-it was really delightful. I have saidnothing of the grass because I do not know how.But in the first place, there was so much of it; thatis a great point, for we all like plenty of a good thing.And then it was as full of glee as the rest of them.Sometimes it made a pretence of running away beforethe south wind. Down went every green blade; thebread-and-cheese shaking its lovely tassels, and onlythe groundsel standing a little stiff (knowing that itwas of so much consequence to the birds)-down itwent in one great green stoop forward, so that youfelt as if you might have to run after it in a hurry.But, of course, this was only a feint; or, at all events,if the grass you saw first ran away, plenty of other,grass came up on the instant, so that you could nottell the difference; one blade of grass being verymuch like another. There was only one way to makesure, and that was to lie down on it; and anythingnicer could not be conceived, supposing you did notmind earwigs and sunshiners.

40 LILLIPUT LEGENDS.II.It seems to me that people ought never to havemade cities at all, unless they knew how to makethem better, or would take the trouble to put in prac-tice what they did know. The houses are a greatdeal too close, and most of them are very ugly; andthere is too much dirt and too much noise; and thereare no trees to speak of, and no running brooks, andflowers will not grow, and the sky is made smoky,and the very rain comes down with soot in it. Whydo not the people who live in London leave it, and goand live in the country, and mind they build theirnext city properly, leaving plenty of grass, and wood-land, and running water, and taking care that thereis no dirt and no noise ?At all events, on this beautiful day, it was not atall pleasant up in town just in front of the newgrocer's shop that was to be opened that evening.The roads were dusty, the pavement was hot, the.dogs and the horses went about lolling out theirtongues for thirst, and wherever there was a water-main laid on the poor children got together in crowdstrying to get a drink, one helping the other. Asusual, too, in very hot weather (and perhaps also invery cold weather), some people felt quarrelsome, sothat there were fights going on. Poor women stood

THE HALLELUJAH CHORUS. 41flattening their noses against the panes of the newgrocer's window, waiting for the shop to open. Itwas to open at eight o'clock that evening, and everycustomer who spent money to the extent of a shillingwas to receive as a present a glass milk-jug (ofcourse, it was not cut glass, but moulded); and yousaw the milk-jugs piled up in heaps when you lookedinside.Now the grocer's shop-front projected from thehouse itself for about a yard into the street, and onthe top of the projection ran a balcony in front of thefirst-floor windows. Out of the second-floor windowshung flags of all nations, and between them was anillumination star, to be lit up in the evening. But inthe balcony sat a numerous and powerful Germanbrass band, with foreign-looking caps on, and greatwind instruments that had stop-cocks, and drew inand out like telescopes, and twisted themselves roundlike macaroni. Also, these men had pots of beer bytheir sides, and when they rested from blowing theyhad a drink and passed the pot round. They played" Vital Spark of Heavenly Flame!" and " Hail,Smiling Morn!" " Mynheer Van Dunk," and " BrightChanticleer !" and "Ye Gentlemen of England," andthe " Hallelujah Chorus;" and then they began fromthe beginning and played the same tunes over again,up to twelve o'clock at night.

42 LILLIPUT LEGENDS.But it was not twelve o'clock at night now-it wasonly the middle of the day, and on the other side ofthe road there was a curious sight to see. All thepoor ragged children of the neighbourhood, some ofthem almost naked, had gone and seated themselveson the road-edge of the pavement, with their feet inthe dust of the gutter. I do believe there were twohundred of these children, all sitting in good order,and as closely packed as they could possibly be. Itwas a crowded, busy, noisy street, and nobody ap-peared to take any notice of them; but there they satin their rags, with their hair anyhow, half of themwithout shoes or stockings, and none, perhaps, with-out torn as well as dirty clothes on. It was almostenough to make you wish you were a child again tosee the joy with which this long row of children satand listened to the brass band, beating time withtheir hands, and smiling and clapping, and saying," Strike up, master !" when the brass band rested-just for all the world as if the music was paid for bythe grocer on purpose to please them. It is not likelythat a man who gave away glass milk-jugs by thehundred would grudge them the pleasure of listening;but even if he did he could not help himself, becauseif you go and play a German brass band in the openair all the people within reach of the sound will beable to hear it, and how can you take anybody to the

THE HALLELUJAH CHORUS. 43station-house for what he cannot help? Most peoplewhen they play music wish some one to hear itbesides themselves; unless it is a boy who plays theflute under the bedclothes at night when he ought tobe asleep, or a man learning to play on the fiddle,who puts the mute on the bridge so that nobody mayhear how badly he does it. Thus, then, the childrensat there in a long dusty row, and had their music fornothing. And I must tell you the men played the" Hallelujah Chorus" from notes. Every performerhad a piece of music fastened on to the top of hisinstrument, near the end, which made the whole con-cern look very grand, and much puzzled those of theboys and girls who had not been to the ragged-schoolround the corner, where the schoolmistress, who isnot more than nineteen, and dresses in the height offashion, plays the harmonium all from notes.III.It would be quite out of my power to describe thelooks of all the. little boys and girls that sat in a rowalong the edge of the pavement, even if there wereroom for two hundred descriptions. Of course, therewere among them all sorts of complexions, and eyesof all sorts of colours that are human. Some of themhad flat feet, with scarcely any instep, and very thin

44 LILLIPUT LEGENDS.calves, and sharp chins and cheek-bones, and eyesthat were not well opened; but some of them, again,were nice handsome children, and all of them werecheerful. What struck you on this beautiful hot daywas that they would all of them have enjoyed a goodbathe, or at least a good paddle in the water. Therewas one little boy who was called Salvation Sam, andwho had no father and no mother, to his knowledge.He was called Salva*on Sam (the only name of hisown that he had ever known being Samuel) becausewhen he was found one day, half starved and morethan half naked, in an almost empty room, he wasplaying with a tract headed " Salvation ;" and he hadbeen half adopted, and then quarter adopted, by verypoor people, and at last allowed to run wild, with akind of right to pick up bread and bed as he couldamong a certain number of people who knew him byname and sight. There was, indeed, once a traditionthat Salvation Sam was lucky-that is, not that heused to have lucky things happen to him, but thatfolks used to say that wherever he slept and ate hebrought luck; but these poor people were not scientificobservers, and the facts of the case were never sub-mitted to what is called rigorous verification, so it isimpossible to say. Indeed, how can you expectscience, and rigour, and verification, and long wordsof that sort, from people who live down back alleys

THE HALLELUJAH CHORUS. 45on food that you and I could not eat at all, and nottoo much even of that-such things as red herrings atfive for twopence, and chitterlings and gizzards, with,now and then, for a very great treat, tripe and onions,or baked potatoes with rancid butter?Perhaps it was owing to his having had a baddinner that, just as the German brass band were in themidst of going through the " Hallelujah Chorus" forthe second time, the music got into Salvation Sam'shead. Poor little boy! Who was his father? Atany rate, there was something sensitive and excitableabout him, and he felt as if he must get nearer to thebeautiful music. I am sure you know what it is to feelas if you must get nearer to something that pleases youvery much-nay, to feel as if you should get right into itand mix with it, so that z' should beyou, and you shouldbe zt. The clear-flowing river makes you feel as ifyou would like to mix with it, and be part of it; andthe beautiful sunset as if you belonged to that distantgorgeous country in the skies, and would like to fadeaway into the light and colour; and the beautiful faceas if you could forget to be yourself and sink into thebeauty you see. Thus Salvation Sam felt the music" drawing" him, and as the trombone kept going inand out, it looked to him as if it said, " Come!" andso, being only a poor foolish little boy, he made 'a sortof spring into the middle of the road, just as an

46 LILLIPUT LEGENDS.omnibus full of people was passing, and got runover.This was very romantic of him, especially consider-ing where he lived, and what his victuals were, andthat after all it was only a German brass band over anew grocer's shop; but then, what can we say or doin these cases? There was once a gentleman thatknew a good deal more than Salvation Sam, and fedbetter, and moved in higher company. Now he wouldnever have thought a common trombone was "draw-ing" him as it went in and out; but he had to takehis own luck just as it came. One morning he gotup as usual, and no more knew what was going tohappen than this little boy knew that he was goingto hear the "Hallelujah Chorus" played over agrocer's shop; but the fact is he met a lovely womanthat he had never seen before, and she " drew" him,and a very great many things happened after it.IV.I am not sure that this gentleman actually brokehis leg in consequence of falling in love with thelady, but it is certain that the consequences wereremarkable; and, however strange it may appear,some of them were painful. It is also certain thatthis gentleman was'not picked up and put into a cab

THE HALLELUJAH CHORUS. 47by a strange lady, as Salvation Sam was, and carriedto the hospital. But the fact is, the little boy faintedwith the pain, and when he came to, found himself ina nice, clean bed, in a strange place, with a ticketover his head, and a most beautiful lady bendingover him. Now this lady had large, soft eyes, andcurly hair as bright as sunshine, and lips thattrembled, and a hand as white as the very whitestcream. Salvation Sam thought her voice, when shesaid, "Well ?" as he roused up, was sweeter than allthe music, and he felt "drawn" to her white handever so much more than he had towards the trom-bone; but he did not dare to touch it, it was such aheavenly hand. However, he had some food-real,strong meat soup, with real sherry wine in it, so thata little goes a long way, and brings you up like apulley; and then he had his leg set, for the omnibushad broken it. The pain made him call out loud,and he was very near fainting again; but, though hedid not dare to touch the wonderful white hand, thehand came to him and took fast hold of his little,thin brown paw, and made him feel ever so muchbetter. Then he had his face washed and his haircombed, and the next thing was that the beautifullady gave him a kiss on the cheek. Now my firmbelief is that this, as you may say, made his eyesstrike fire, but he always would have it that he saw a

48 LILLIPUT LEGENDS.bright, soft, golden ring all round the lady's face;.he said it was " a gilt frame like what you see in theshops, only more like the skies;" and, after all, whatwe see is one thing, and what there is to be seenis another. And'yet I have understood that they willbe the same thing some day, and if this is correct howcan they be different things now? However, it willnot do to go into these profound subjects at present,and the end of it is that Salvation Sam went as soundasleep as a church, and did not even dream of the"Hallelujah Chorus;" or of what you and I wouldcall the halo round the lady's face.V.One drowsy afternoon, when little Salvation Samwas getting better, he dropped off into a dog-sleep,while the sweet lady had his brown paw-somewhatblanched now-in her soft, white grasp; and he over-heard her and the nurse of the ward talking in awhisper about getting married, and husband andwife, and everlasting love, and all that kind of thing,such as you know women will talk about, and some-times women and men, at times when two's companyand three's none. It would not be fair to say that hepretended to be asleep, because, you see, they hadbegun their talk, taking it for granted that he was

THE HALLELUJAH CHORUS. 49asleep; and he was too pleased, his little head wastoo full for him to be able to speak up right out andsay, "I am wide awake, and perhaps you do notwant a little boy to hear!" Besides, how or whywas he to have any such thoughts? He was like youor me when we are fascinated, if you know what thatis. He felt as if the voices of the lady and the nurse,and the bright sweet sunny air, and the music of ahand-organ in the street, and the softness of the half-dream he had been in, and the " Hallelujah Chorus "he had heard on the dusty curbstone opposite thegrocer's shop on the day when he broke his leg, andthe whiteness of the lady's hand, were all one and thesame kind of thing, and that thing more beautifulthan all the other things he had ever known. Andthen the thought came into his head that he shouldlike to marry the lady with the white hand."Well, nurse," said the young lady, "I willnot wake him. Good day! " And Salvation Samheard her step softly out of the ward, whisperingwith the old nurse all the way she went till the doorclosed. Then he gave a deep sigh, and resignedhimself to meditation about the beautiful lady. Infact, he kept at it so long and breathed so still that,at last, the nurse grew impatient, and lifted the bed-clothes off his head, and said, "Are you awake?"Now the first effect of this was that Salvation SamE

50 LILLIPUT LEGENDS.burst out laughing, like a little boy who had beensuddenly tickled, and then burst out crying like awoman who-what shall I say ?-like a woman towhom something has happened. Ah I wonder whomade little boys' hearts, and whose son SalvationSam wasVI.While he was waiting for the lady to come nexttime the little boy formed a resolution. There satthe old nurse, making gruel and pouring out physic;and in and out passed the busy doctor; and thehumdrum of the ward went on; and nobody knewwhat was in this little boy's head. For the matter ofthat, which of us knows what is in anybody's headbut his own? When people try to tell us, we onlyknow a little of it, after all; and sometimes a look isbetter than a long speech, and sometimes what peoplemean gets into the very air, and we know it a longway off, and yet it is never spoken. Perhaps ourbad and unkind thoughts get into the air and travelsomehow to somebody; and our good and kindthoughts do the same, and all without our know-ing it.Certain it is, however, that the next time the kindlady came to see the little boy, now rapidly gettin2

THE HALLELUJAH CHORUS. 51well-in fact, so well that he might have got up-shesaw something in his eyes, and, after thinking aminute, said to him-"Is there anything you want, dear, that I can dofor you?"Keeping his head down close under the bedclothes,the little boy said, very boldly-for he had made uphis mind-and yet very softly- ."If you please, mum." And as he said this hisfingers twitched at the counterpane."Well," said the kind lady, taking hold of hishand with hers-the white'hand that had made Sal-vation Sam wonder so-" what is it you want me todo for you ?"Then the little boy looked furtively up from underthe clothes at the lady's face and bonnet. Andwhen he saw how lovely she looked, and what anexpensive dress she wore, and what a halo therewas round her face (though, as we have seen, he didnot know what a halo was), he felt almost afraid tospeak to her. But then he had made up his min(like a man, and again he felt the lady's face drawinghim as the trombone had done; and so he tookcourage, and said right out-"If you pleas'e, mum, will you marry me, and bemy husband; because I should very much like to beyour wife ?"E2

52 LILLIPUT LEGENDS.Thus.we see he did not even know that it is properfor a man to be a husband, and a woman to be awife. But this was only his want of education, andthe lady did not laugh at him; she only blushed verymuch, and said-"Yes, dear, when you have learnt to write, andhave put up the bans, or got a license." -This so upset him that he could not even ask herwhat the bans were, or where he could get a license.He had gained his wish, and so he turned over on hisside, and said, rather independently-" Good afternoon, mum'! "" Good afternoon! " said the young lady, with asmile, and went out. But, when Salvation Samroused himself from his doze, he found that theold nurse had overheard this conversation; for, asshe was making the bed while he sat in a chair, witha quilt over him, she said to herself, but loud enoughfor him to hear-"Ahem I wonder when we shall get thatlicense!"VII.The beautiful lady never came again. How shecame to promise to marry this little boy is more thanI can fully tell; but I suppose we all of us sometimes

THE HALLELUJAH CHORUS. 53say things that nobody can make out, and that nobodycan tell the reason why of. In fact, she was engagedto be married, and her young man was in such ahurry which is not surprising, considering howbeautiful she was-that he made her go off into thecountry at once, and one fine morning they went tochurch together and came back husband and wife.The kind lady with the white hand did not forget thelittle boy, and wrote to a friend in London to seeafter him; but the letter came too late, for he wasdismissed from the hospital cured, and had to do forhimself as well as he could.. The nurse gave him aletter to some gentlemen who, she said, looked afterlittle boys like him, and also half-a-crown which thelady had left for him.Now, the nurse had told him that when he got intothe streets he was to ask his way of some one to theaddress that was on the letter; but, as he was walk-ing along, he picked up a piece of paper with printingon it, and, not knowing what it might be, he askeda woman who was passing by."What is it ?" said she. "Oh, let me see. Excise-tea, pepper, tobacco. It's a license, I suppose. I amin a hurry!" and off she went.The sensations of the little boy may well be ima-gined. Not one word of the sweet lady's had he for-gotten, and, as he had now got a license, he could*

54 LILLIPUT LEGENDS.marry her as soon as ever he could find out where shewas. But then, when he looked at his clothes, he feltashamed of them, and thought he had better keep thelicense and make a little money before he went insearch of the lady.The first thing he did was to lay out part of hishalf-crown in some cigar-lights, and with these hewent to a railway station, and began to drive quite abrisk little trade, sleeping under one of the railwayarches, for the weather was warm; and he was alwaysthinking of the kind lady. Besides, the arch hadbeen used as a shed, and had a back and a front to it,and a door with a padlock, and plenty of straw in it;and there was a canal close by, where you could havea wash. But when it was wet and trade was dull hebegan to feel low-spirited, and it struck him that heshould like to try and draw the likeness of the beau-tiful lady, only he had no chalk or anything. Thismade him rather dull, and his desire to possess apiece of chalk was very great indeed.One day a band of happy schoolboys ran scamper-ing by the railway arch, and one of them dropped outof the side pocket of his jacket the most beautifulpiece of chalk Salvation Sam had ever seen. Now,his leg was quite well, and he could easily have over-taken the schoolboy and given him his piece of chalk;but the temptation was too much for him, and he

THE HALLELUJAH CHORUS. 55kept the chalk. Feeling uneasy about it, however,he instantly began trying to draw the face of thebeautiful lady on the sides of the railway arch. Thistook up so much of his time that he lost a good dealof custom through inattention; and he produced animmense number of likenesses, all of them full-faceportraits, with both eyes shown, but the nose stoodout at the side as in a profile.VII.,One morning when he awoke he found to his greatgrief that he had lost the license. What to do he didnot know, as he had no reason to presume that if hewalked up and down the streets there would beanother for him. But one day when some little girlspassed by singing, though what they were singinggoodness only knows, it came into his mind that hewould stand a better chance of finding another licenseif he could give back that piece of chalk to theschoolboy who had dropped it. Now, this was quiteimpossible, for it was worn down, through drawingthe lady's likeness, to a very small stump, so thatSalvation Sam doubted if there would be enough tofinish another likeness, all complete. However, thechalk got into his head so much that at last the beau-tiful lady went for a time almost entirely out of it,

56 LILLIPUT LEGENDS.and then it struck him all of a sudden that he wouldgive Iwo pieces of chalk to the first two little boys hesaw. So he ran down to the side of the canal, alongwhich he had seen the chalk-barges towed, and,picking up two beautiful large lumps, stood lying inwait by the railway station for some boys to pass. Toevery one that came by he said, holding out the chalk-"Here, would you like this ?"But one boy after another refused, and at last hegave it up in despair, thinking to himself-or rather,something thought it for him, and inside him-thathe had done his best, and now he ought to go onselling cigar-lights as hard as ever he could. So hewent on and on, doing a large business, till at last hemade quite a small fortune; and even when he hadbought himself some new clothes he had some moneyleft, though whether it was a florin or a half-crown,I cannot positively say. The question is, did hemarry the beautiful lady with the white hand, or didhe not ?IX.One day, when this little boy went down to thecanal and strolled along the towing-path, as he hadoften done before, he found his license again, which,it seems, he had dropped there in one of his rambles.

THE HALLELUJAH CHORUS. 57This, as you may suppose, delighted him very much,and brought back the beautiful face of the kind lady,and the "Hallelujah Chorus," and the trombone that"drew" him so when he got run over; and, as hestood looking at the autumn sunset, all gold, and red,and fiery smoke-white, and soft pale green, he felt" drawn" again. This time it was a barge that"drew" him. The barge came lazily along, with aman in a red nightcap at the rudder, and the smokegoing up out of the little funnel over the cabin; andas it came Salvation Sam thought he should like toget into that barge and drift with it to anywhere.Now the barge floated lazily up till it came close towhere poor Sam was standing. The man at the helmsaw him, and said, "Well, young 'un, would youlike a ride ?"-so he must have read the expressionon Sam's face, which was exactly that, namely, thathe would like a ride. Nevertheless, the bargeman,who did not expect to be taken at his word, wasrather surprised when Sam, with a little shout, madea jump from the towing-path straight into the barge,and, in doing so, fell flat on his face upon the tar-paulin. But when Sam showed his piece of silver,and said he would pay for his ride, the bargemanonly winked, and told him to keep his money to him-self; for that he should have a ride all for nothing.So he slept on board the barge that night; and when

58 LILLIPUT LEGENDS.he woke next morning he found they were a goodway out into the country, between green banks, withcottages upon them, and rusty-looking back-sheds,and poultry, and pigs, and straggling gardens, full ofhollyhock, and sunflower, and vegetable marrows,and scarlet runners, and the large blue and pink con-volvulus, and fat, red children, with hair of the colourof tow, and faces of the colour of brick-dust.x.I cannot tell you all the conversation that passedbetween Sam and the bargeman, or describe the littleboy's feelings when the barge slipped into a lock; butafter some time, when he asked where they were, andthe bargeman said they were in Bucks,, he happenedto catch sight of a large, handsome cottage, with abeautiful lawn and garden, standing up on the slopingground not very far off from the bank of the canal,and in that garden he saw a lady. To the greatastonishment of the bargeman, Sam asked to be puton shore, in order that he might speak to the lady,though I cannot say he felt at all certain who shewas. Still, the lady among the flowers "drew" him;and, after much ado, the bargeman bade him good-bye, and Sam found himself on dry land again.When he had made his way up the meadow-land

THE HALLELUJAH CHORUS. 59and stood close to the garden, he saw there was afence round it; but, after a turn or two, the lady hap-pened to come past where he was standing, and hefound it was the very same lady that had promised,when he was in the hospital, to be his husband whenhe had got a license. Of course, she knew himat once, and let him in at the gate, and took him intothe house, and told the maids to wash his hands andface and give him something to eat and drink; and,"Then," said the beautiful lady, "you shall come andsee my husband."This puzzled Salvation Sam very much, for howcould she have a husband if she was to be his husband ?So, when he was introduced into the drawing-room andsaw the lady and gentleman sitting together, and thelady said "This is my husband," he did not knowwhat to say or do. But they made him tell them allhis adventures, and particularly asked' him if he hadtaken the letter to the lady's friend when he had leftthe hospital."No, mum!" said Sam, "because I found thelicense."" The license!" said the lady."The license!" said the gentleman."Yes, mum," replied Sam, producing the piece ofpaper, "when you came to see me you promised tobe my husband as soon as I had got a license;" and

60 LILLIPUT. LEGENDS.then he handed the paper to the lady. So the gen-tleman got up and laid his hand on the lady's beauti-ful white shoulder, and looked over her and read."My dear love," said he, "it's an excise license tosell tea and pepper and tobacco;" and he began tolaugh. But the lady put her small hand on his lipand looked grave, so he stopped. Salvation Sam satthere, white and trembling, and longing to touchthose sweet, tender fingers once more."My dear," said the lady, "this is the wronglicense.""And won't you marry me, mum, as you promised ?"asked Sam."The fact is," said the gentleman, going up to himand putting one hand on his shoulder, " she can't doit now. I made her marry me-she couldn't help it;for I went to her house one day with a quantity ofsoldiers, and swords, and pistols, and two or threelarge cannon, and she was forced to be my wife.""Oh !" said Sam, feeling rather faint."But," said the gentleman, "we will take care ofyou, and see what else can be done.""Yes," said the lady, smiling, I am not the onlyone."No," said the gentleman, speaking confidentially,"the fact is there are several like her-so like herthat you would not know the difference; and when

THE HALLELUJAH CHORUS. 6jshe made that promise, you know, she made it forthe other one-I say the other, and yet I mean thesame; and you will mArry her, I mean the other--that is, the other-same-when the time comes. Doyou understand?""No, sir," said Salvation Sam."Well, you shall learn to read and write, and thenyou will know more about the license and all that,and perhaps you will understand about the otherone."Yet I can read and write, and what do I understandof shch matters? No more than Salvation Sam didwhen the lady sat down to her piano and sang hima song of the morning-star. He could not make outa word of it, because people twist their mouths aboutso when they sing; but the lady evidently thought hedid, for she came up to him and said, with a sweetsmile, putting her hand on his-"Do you believe all that ? ""Yes, mum," answered Sam. Poor brown ,littleboy, he hardly looked big enough to be able to believeanything; but he wiped his eyes with the back of hishand, and would have been tolerably happy if he hadnot just then thought of the piece of chalk which hehad taken that did not belong to him. Did you everhear a song of the morning-star ?

DOROTHEA.I.n HE Poor Poet's landlady had a little daughterSwho was very ill, and its wailing disturbed-him so much that he stepped softly from his garret,tapped at her door, and asked if he could go for adoctor, or in any way help her in her trouble."Thank you; no, sir," said the landlady, shakingher head, and not turning round from the bed of thepoor child over which she was bending. The Poetsaw that she was crying. He had in his hand ablush-rose which he had within a few hours pickedup, just as it had fallen from the hair of the mostbeautiful woman in all the world, and now a suddenthought came over him. He looked at the blush-rose, kissed it fondly (this the landlady did not seehim do, because he was so sly), and, approaching thecouch of the dying girl on tiptoe, laid the blush-roseupon her bosom, whispering, scarcely -as if he in-tended it to be heard-"From the most beautiful that blooms to the mostbeautiful that fades."

DOROTHEA. 63But the landlady, having sharp ears, distinctlyheard this whisper, and thought to herself-"He is in the right to call my daughter mostbeautiful; but he is rather conceited if he thinks hehimself is so blooming and so beautiful."Thus, we see that, not being herself poetical, thelandlady quite mistook the meaning of the Poet'swords. She did not imagine for a moment that hehad a very beautiful sweetheart, nor did she under-stand that politeness and the law of antithesisrequired that the construction of the Poet's sentenceshould be just what he had made it. In fact, the PoorPoet had not only made a sacrifice of affection inparting with the blush-rose; he had also broken amost solemn vow, having quite recently sworn thatit should lie in his bosom for ever. It is true hehad sworn by nothing particular.Now the name of the most beautiful woman in allthe world was Dorothea.II.The Poor Poet descended the stairs very softly andpassed into the street. In the fashionable part of thetown he happened to meet a Malignant Swell, forwhom he had once written a valentine, and who

64 LILLIPUT LEGENDS.sinelt most offensively of patchouli, Tonquin bean, orsomething of that kind."Ah! Good day! How d'ye do?" said theSwell, waving a salute.Arid the passers-by, who were all of them membersof good society, thought this very polite of the Swell;but the Poet knew that it was only his impudence, andmade answer-"Thank you. Quite well enough to keep myfaith that the sun will rise to-morrow, though amidge stings me in the sunset when the frogs croak."" Ya-ath-ah-ah-ah " said the Swell. " I-ah-don't underthtand your figurative language-ah-by Jove !-ah! "Now, the Poet did not remind him that he had oncebought some of it in a valentine. He only said-"You have no imagination.""Ah-ah-ah!" replied the Swell; "you--ah-you have no money."Just at that very moment up came his groom,touching his hat, of course, to his master, and lead-ing the most lovely horse in the town. The Swellmounted swiftly to the saddle, and, with his eye-glass poised on his left eye, turned round towards thespot where he had left the Poor Poet, saying, witha wave of his delicately-gloved hand-"Ah, ah! Tah-tah! I'm going to take a thtrether

DOROTHEA. 65among the quality, and the beauty, and the fathion,and the By-ah-Jove-ah! where ith hegawn "He might well ask that question. It was quitetrue what the Malignant Swell had just before told thePoor Poet-namely, that he had no money; hehadn'ta farthing, and, having just parted even with hisblush-rose to the sick baby, he felt so exceedinglyempty that he was unable to bear up under the tauntof poverty, and immediately rode off upon his Pegasus.Of course, a Pegasus goes very fast, and the conse-quence was that he was out of sight in a moment."Thaw a creditor coming up, I thuppothe-ah, byJove! ah-thwift runner-ah, ya-ath, by Jove ah-gawn down a by-thtreet-by' Jove! ah !" said theMalignant Swell, as he rode off.III.After lingering a short time over the tops, of thesycamore-trees, the Poor Poet's Pegasus gallopedstraight up towards a place in the sky where, thewhite clouds had just rolled back like gates and dis-closed an endless gulf of very deep and luminous blue.The beautiful creature entered the gates and madehaste along the bridle roads of heaven, hour afterhour, the only sound being the jingle of his own rein,F

66 LILLIPUT LEGENDS.an occasional word of cheer from the Poet, and amusical sound from some white globe or other whirl-ing at a moderate distance off. And soon it wasnight. Constellated fires lay around like brother-hoods of flowers in the gardens of the skies; and thePoor Poet was borne swiftly and pleasantly alongdark, wide thoroughfares of firmament, sometimeslosing sight even of suns and planets-unless hereand there some universe of star-dust showed like adoubtful drop of twinkling light in the incalculable,unfathomable distance-seeming farther and fainterthan a lamp in a cottage window to the wanderer whocrosses the first edges of a moor.At last, however, the Poet caught sight of a movingmist of illuminated faint purple, bearing straightdown upon the darkness from which the hoofs of thehorse struck now and then a spurtle of diamondsparks as he flew. The living-blue brightness, thoughit moved straight on, like God's messenger in ourdreams, throbbed and fluctuated like the heat of afurnace, and rose and fell like a wave or a tree in thewind, and winnowed away the blackness before itand around it." It is an Angel," said the Poet; "I dare notspeak to it, for I was rude to the Malignant Swell,and my conscience is not clear. Let me turn asideand watch."

DOROTHEA. 67So saying, he drew rein, and the horse made apause at the side of the path."A little farther back," said the Poet. And so theystood waiting and watching behind a voluminousbulging cloud, with a rift in it, through which thePoet could see everything.But his ears speedily made him aware of a veryfaint moaning or yearning sound coming up frombelow; and, turning to look in the direction fromwhich the sound proceeded, the Poor Poet saw abright little ghost, as white as a pond-lily in themoonshine, rushing upwards towards the point fromwhich the Angel was coming, with inconceivableswiftness. Close upon its track, stretching out eagerbut helpless-looking arms, for ever trying to graspthe skirts of the baby-ghost, came a phantasm, not sowhite, much more faintly traced upon the blackness,and yet visible to the eye. The Poor Poet discernedin a moment that it was the phantasm of a woman;and he knew that the soft, sad, low, yearning soundcame from this phantasm. Turning now again for amoment to the point from which the Angel wassweeping down the long heavens towards where hehid himself from the glory, the Poet observed that thewinged, moving, purple brightness had come thou-sands of celestial fathoms nearer, and was dilated tothe size of an aurora that fills the sky. AlmostF2

68 LILLIPUT LEGENDS.before he had time to turn his eyes from the east tothe west, the lily-bright baby-ghost was wafted pasthim. As a meteor falls to the earth when it comeswithin the sphere of its attractive force, so the tinygleaming -ghost was drawn towards the stupendouswinnowing purple creature, and caught up into it, andgathered, and lost, and borne away as in the fold of agarment, or a mighty wind. It was done in a flash,as a wonderful thing befalls in a dream, and for amoment the Poet was deaf, dumb, andt blind; onlya perfume that made him feel as if he himselfwere part of the glory filled his nostrils for thatinfinite, unfathomable instant. The last sound heheard was a yearning cry from the phantasm of themother; the last sight he distinctly saw was the phan-tasm of the blush-rose he had that morning laid onthe bosom of the child; and it was held aloft for atoken in the baby's hand. So, of course, the PoorPoet knew that his landlady's daughter was deadnow, and that the mother's thoughts were following itup to heaven. In the remotest east he could now justsee a fast-receding gold-blue winnowing mist, notlarger than the smallest comet or the tassel of alaburnum.I

DOROTHEA. 69IV.After this, the Poet came down again without lossof time; but he did not reach the earth in the verybest of humours, for a Pegasus has usually a languid,jolting, unpleasant way of descending. He goes upcheerfully enough, and at a pace which is delightfulto the rider; but he never likes the first sensation ofcoming back again. The Poet himself shares thisfeeling; but with him it is only a passing sensation,for, if you give him time to think, he is wise enoughto know (in consequence of the relativity of humanknowledge) that if he had no Down he would have-no Up.As it happened, the Poor Poet, being perhaps un-willing to return straight to the house of mourning,guided his Pegasus back to the sycamore wood. Oh!the trees looked very beautiful, and the airs that blewaround their tops were as sweet to the Poet as theperfume that he remembered up aloft-sweeter, hesaid; but that* was only for the moment, becausepoets have strong feelings, and they often have tolook through a whole dictionary to find words fit toexpress themselves with. I knew a poet-but he wasvery excitable-who used frequently to search throughthe lexicons of several languages for words strongenough to express his feelings. When he had got

70 LILLIPUT LEGENDS.into his head a Dutch word, and a Greek word, andan English word, and a Lapp word, and a Persianword, and a word out of the slang dictionary, he usedto let them knock each other about in his head-piecetill they struck fire, and at last he would coin a newphrase of his own. At first people would look hard"at it, and say it was bad money; but at length, whenthey had been for some time abusing the poet for asmasher, the new coin got into circulation, though,to speak truth, people went on abusing him all thesame.However, while the Poor Poet of whom we werejust now speaking was hovering on his winged horseover the beautiful sycamore-trees, he peeped downthrough a rift in the thick of the boughs, just wherethe sunshine went straight down, like a long whiteshaft, and he saw a sight which made him pause, andpat the neck of his Pegasus, saying " Steady, steady!"though so very softly as not to be heard by any onebut the creature himself. This sight was nothing elsebut the Malignant Swell, dressed in the first style offashion, paying his addresses to the Poor Poet's ownDorothea. Not that she had said she consideredherself engaged, or had spoken to her parents, or,indeed, been distinctly told by the Poor Poet thatshe was beloved; but this sort of thing is usually leftout of account by poets, being considered of no con-

DOROTHEA. 71sequence. But it must not be concealed from thereader that the Poor Poet, when he wrote the valen-tine for the Malignant Swell, had composed it in theform of a beautiful acrostic, which in the first lettersof the lines spelt the name of Dorothea, and in thelast his own; and this had not escaped the highlyintelligent and appreciative eye of the lady herself,though the Swell was too stupid to find it out. If itshould seem to you a dishonourable action on thepart of a poet to put his own acrostics into anothergentleman's valentine, for which he has received pay-ment, I must inform you, first, that all is consideredfair in love (because, since love is the beginning ofeverything, everything must give way to love, or elseeverything would not be anywhere); secondly, thatthe price of the valentine was only five shillings;thirdly, that the Malignant Swell had had the mean-ness to go on trust for it, and had been overheard todeclare that he never intended to pay the Poor Poetfor his labour. So it was all fair.Now, Dorothea's father, who was on the verge ofruin, had instructed his daughter, on pain of his dis-pleasure, to encourage the addresses of the MalignantSwell for at least a time; so that, he being kept ingood humour, her father might the better be enabledto negotiate a loan for ten or twenty thousand pounds,repayable to the Swell by promissory notes at three,

72 LILLIPUT LEGENDS.six, nine, and twelve months' date respectively. Thismotive he had concealed from Dorothea; but of courseshe stood in terror of a father's curse (her father wastoo polite to mention that, though he meant it-hesaid displeasure); for, as is well known, the curse isalways confirmed by Heaven itself; so that the childwho is cursed by a parent (particularly a father,.be-cause a father is always a man), whether the child isright or wrong, invariably breaks out into boils allover, and never succeeds in anything afterwards. Thisis a well-known fact, because all the cases in whichparents have cursed their children have been writtendown in a register, along with all the histories of thechildren cursed, who have for the most part, aftermuch suffering from poverty and very bad diseases,been torn in pieces by lions on the coast of Barbary.Writers of plays and novels will, if requested, confirmthis statement.Just at the very moment when it occurred to thePoor Poet to look down into the sycamore wood, theMalignant Swell happened to have been popping thequestion to the beautiful Dorothea. Instead of beingreferred to her parents, which he had fully expected,he received a reply which, owing to a confused noiseoverhead, was totally inaudible, though the exquisitelips of Dorothea were distinctly seen by him to move."What wath that thound ?" said the Swell, looking

DOROTHEA. 73up and about, with his eyeglass stuck in his left eye,as usual-" what wath it ?""It was only a zephyr," said Dorothea."Thephyr?" said the Swell to himself, "now whatith a thephyr?" Of course, he was ashamed to saythis out loud, because Dorothea would have imme-diately concluded that his education had beenneglected. However, the real cause of the sound wasthe nervous movements of the Poet on his Pegasusup among the sycamore tops. So little do we knowthe true sources of the things that impress our minds.Only the other night I happened to remark to a poetthat the wind was moaning. "That sound," said he,"was the sigh of a thousand spirits." But he offeredno proof of his assertion, and poets are so touchy thatI did not like to ask him a question."But," resumed the Malignant Swell, sidling andbridling in his limp, stupid way up to Dorothea, justlike a daddylonglegs with whiskers and dress-boots,"but, my dear madam, what anthwer wath it you gaveme ? I didn't hear it, you know, by-ah-Jove-ah !""Oh," replied Dorothea, with a very sweet smile,"I gave you an evasive answer!""Now, bother it!" said the Swell to himself,"what makth women talk Hebrew? Whath anevathive anthwer, I wonder ?" And then, out loud,"My dear madam, you are too goo'd, tho vewy kind;

74 LILLIPUT LEGENDS.yaath, by Jove!-ah-tho vewy kind of you (I begpardon for thaying by Jove) to give me an evathiveanthwer, you know, by Jove-ah !""Oh! pray don't speak of it," replied Dorothea;and at that very moment the Poor Poet.distinctly sawher hide her face in her fan. As for Pegasus, he quitelost self-control, and laughed out loud."Hush, hush!" said the Poor Poet, patting hismane. It is one of the peculiarities of a Pegasus thathe will have his own way. He will be noisy whenyou want silence, laugh when you want to cry, andcry when you want to laugh. But that is his mettle.You cannot expect him to be like a rocking-horseor a velocipede."What noithe wath that ?" said the Swell." Only a zephyr," answered Dorothea."You thaid that before, by Jove!" replied theSwell, a little nettled, pointing his forefinger at herwith a penetrating look in his eye, or rather in hiseyeglass; "that'th twithe you've thaid thlphyr! Nowit thounded to me like a horthe-laugh.""I dare say, sir," said the lovely Dorothea, "youcan hear better than I can; your ears are so long."Now the Malignant Swell took this for a compli-ment (he was such a very stupid man), and, blushingup to his eyeglass, murmured-" May I then hope ?"

DOROTHEA. 75When the Poor Poet caught these words, andnoticed that Dorothea hesitated in answering thequestion, he was so disturbed in his mind that heinvoluntarily kicked Pegasus, who, plunging downhastily among the sycamore-trees, made a noiseoverhead that had a very peculiar effect upon themind of the beautiful lady. She really did not knowwhat to say to the Malignant Swell in reply to hisquestion, for the thought of her aged father's pecuniarydifficulties somehow confused her ordinarily readyand inexhaustible wit. It is very probable she mighton this occasion have said something foolish, andcommitted herself.Now, it is against the etiquette of courtship for ayoung lady to commit herself; and this young ladywas, besides, in love with the Poor Poet, though shedid not know it herself, so great was her innocence.But she was saved. The rustling in the tree-tops hadupon her young mind the curious effect of remindingher of some beautiful verses of the Poor Poet. Iregret that I am unable to quote them, not having acopy of his works; but I am in a position to say thatthey related to Love, Truth, Beauty, Trust, and thingsof that nature. The consequence of Dorothea's re-membering these fine verses was that she felt herselfquite unable to make an evasive, much less an encou-raging answer to the Swell. A tide of emotion made

76 LILLIPUT LEGENDS.her silent. Her bosom rose and fell underneath herbodice in sweet, soft pants, and she hid her droopedface behind her fan. Looking down through the treesfrom where he sat, the Poor Poet could distinctlyperceive that the'nape of her neck was crimson."They thay," resumed the Swell, " that thilenthgivth conthent. May I offer you my arm, madam ?"So she took his arm, and they walked out of thewood together.V.Poets know more than other people; but there arethings that poets do know, and things that poets donot know. When this particular Poet saw his beau-tiful Dorothea hide her head, and that the nape of herneck turned red, and when he saw her walk off, lean-ing, as he thought, upon the arm of the MalignantSwell, he rashly concluded that she had consented tobe married to him. It was impossible for him toknow, especially as he was a very modest poet, thatDorothea had been blushing at the thought of someof his own verses, and he was not close- enough totell thaf, in reality, she was not leaning on the armof the Swell, though she had taken it in commonpoliteness. If the Swell had not been a thick-skinnedfool, he would have known at once, by the very touch

DOROTHEA. 77of a lady's finger-tips, how she felt towards him.But though he had the figure of a daddylonglegs, hehad the sensibility of a rhinoceros. A more stupidyoung man I never met; and I do not believe hewould have known the touch of Dorothea's lips fromthat of any other lips in creation. So, even if the PoorPoet had not loved Dorothea himself, yet to see heralong with him, arm-in-arm, was as irritating a sightto him as a jackass eating strawberries; supposing ajackass would do it, which I neither affirm nor deny.Burning with indignation, the Poor Poet returnedto the solid earth; upon his touching which, the feel-ing became instantly changed into jealousy. Thismade him ashamed of himself; but what could hedo? He could not possibly continue to exist in theair without- intermission; and .the very moment hecame down he was troubled by Passions, just like acostermonger, only he had the advantage of remem-bering how he had felt when he was up high, and waskept in check by the knowledge that if he was guiltyof any meanness he would have to pay some heavypenance before he could go up high any more. Be-sides, he knew by his art,, which is, after all, a kindof magic, that, even if Dorothea were to belong tothe Swell, she could never be the Swell's. This mayseem paradoxical; but such is poetry.

78 LILLIPUT LEGENDS.VI.Being, as I have said, very poor-often quite hun-gry, indeed-and very much excited, the Poet did notat first see his way to doing anything. His mindwas much occupied with waking visions of Dorothea'sbeauty, especially that portion of it which he hadlast beheld-namely, the nape of her neck, with thelovely, crisp curls running about everywhere over thesmooth, white skin, like the tendrils of a goldencreeper. This kept him in a constant state of excite-ment; indeed, this very comparison is his; and,absurd as the notion of a golden creeper may appearto you and me, it came quite natural to his enthu-siastic imagination. At first, poor fellow! he thoughtof eloping with Dorothea upon the Pegasus; but thiswas only a wild, passing fancy; for he knew as wellas I do that a Pegasus will only carry one, and notalways that. But he pleased himself, and passed thetime by going up high as often as he could, andgalloping about in the hope that he might meet thephantasm of Dorothea somewhere in the clouds. Hemade such a practice of this that numbers of theplanetary people came to know him-just as you andI know the young man that waits at the corner of ourstreet for his sweetheart every evening.One day, when he had been waiting and gazing in

DOROTHEA. 79the heavenly places till his heart ached and his eye-strings cracked, with an unusual longing in his heartto behold the phantasm of Dorothea, it suddenlystruck him that he had omitted to do something downbelow which he had faithfully promised his landladyto do that afternoon. This,. to speak truth, wasnothing more nor less than to take her in from thegrocer's an ounce of green tea for her own use, as shehad a severe headache. A swift pain shot throughhis heart, and his first thought was to obey his con-science and plunge down to his landlady with thetea, for he had got it in his pocket all ready. But hecould not bring himself to keep this good resolution,and he said to himself, with a mighty heart-pang-"I will see Dorothea-my love shall compel her tomy presence."Now he had scarcely thought this thought when thephantasm of Dorothea floated up to him slowly, withher face set towards his. He saw her as plainly asever he had seen her in all his days, only tenfoldfairer, tenfold dearer. But, apparently, she did notsee him. Her beautiful eyes were fixed upon someglory of some upper firmament, some heaven ofheavens, and he could not make them meet his ownthough the expression of her countenance was divinelysweet. At last, he stretched out his arms as theshape drew near, and called aloud-

80 LILLIPUT LEGENDS." Dorothea, my life, my love, my treasure!"But she did not look into his eyes, and even as hespoke she passed him like a breath. He was con-scious that she had not swerved by the breadth of amoon-film from the path which led straight up towhere he waited; neither did he swerve himself. Thebeautiful phantasm passed through him, thrilling himlike a wind that shakes a harp-string, and was gone.The Poet rocked, swooning, down to earth, upon hisPegasus.VII.Not knowing that he had come home from hisevening jaunt, the landlady looked into his room atthe usual hour, to see that it was all in order for thenight, and was very much surprised to find the youngman kneeling down by the bedside." He is saying his prayers," thought she, andpolitely drew back; but just at that moment he fellforward on the bed so heavily that she could nothelp seeing that he was ill. So she went up to himand tried to raise him. Poor young man! He wasquite light-headed. He folded his hands like a littlechild, and, looking up to Heaven, just murmured,"And forgive us our trespasses .That was all she could get out of him. So she put

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