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Sleeping beauty pantomime toy book

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Title:
Sleeping beauty pantomime toy book
Uniform Title:
Sleeping beauty
Creator:
McLoughlin Bros., inc ( Publisher )
Place of Publication:
New York
Publisher:
McLoughlin Bro's
Publication Date:
Language:
English
Physical Description:
[12] p. : col. ill. ; 26 cm.

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Subjects / Keywords:
Toy and movable books -- Specimens ( lcsh )
Fairy tales -- 1870 ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1870
Genre:
Fairy tales ( rbgenr )
fiction ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage:
United States -- New York -- New York
Target Audience:
juvenile ( marctarget )

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General Note:
Cover title.
General Note:
Colored plates of various sizes inserted in the center of the toy book form scenes for a play.
Funding:
Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).

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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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38912889 ( OCLC )
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"Twas a troop of smiling Fairies,
And from Fairy-land they came



To befriend a new-born Princess,

Who had Rosebud for a name.

Gifts they brought the little Blossom,
Showered blessings on her head;

Stooped to kiss her pretty dimples
As she lay, and cooed in bed.

Ev'ry happiness they promised,



As in lace and gems arrayed ;



Pure and perfect as a dew-drop
Lay this lovely little maid.

Sunny temper, too, they gave her,
Loving heart and gentle mind,

With a soul to feel for others
And to virtue’s ways inclined.















The Sleeping Beauty.

But alas! the witch Cassandra,
Though of witches all, confest

The mighty Queen and leader,
Was not bidden as a guest.

So she swore an oath of vengeance



As she rolled her wicked eye,
That she'd injure pretty Rosebud
Or shed know the reason why.

Now, when all the other Fairies
Had the baby Princess seen,

Came the ugly witch Cassandra,
Riding on a griffin green.

And she screamed in horrid accents,
With a tone of bitter scorn;
“Since your darling is a Rosebud
I have brought to her a thorn!”





“For a time, she shall be happy,
Fifteen years I’ll pass her by;
But at that age, with a spindle
She shall prick her hand, and die!”
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Lhe Sleeping Beauty.

Then astride upon her griffin,
In a rage, away she flew;
But the Fairy-Queen said boldly,

“Though I’m not so strong as you,

“Yet your wicked spell I'll alter,
Of her death pray have no fear,

She shall séep instead of dying
And shall sleep a hundred years!

“Through that drowsy time, no postman
Shall come knocking at the gate,

No maid shall ring for breakfast,
Or give hints that “it is late.”

“She shall sleep until the dawning
Of another century gleams,
And shall wake to find a husband,

From a hundred years of dreams!”



So the years rolled slowly onward,
Years in number three times five;
Till the gentle Rosebud blossomed,

Wide awake, and all alive.











Lhe Sleeping Beauty.

But the spell had only slumbered
And the fatal hour had come,

When upon her sixteenth birthday
Little Rosebud pricked her thumb!

Then closed fast her heavy eyelids
For a century’s repose,

And her father slept, whilst taking
Snuff, that never reached his nose!

While her Royal Mother holding
In her hand the steaming cup,
From the sudden rush of slumber,
Lost the power to lift it up!

Every Courtier took to nodding
Round about the royal board,
While the Pages rolled up snugly,
In the window-curtains snored.

And the King’s most favored Jester,
With a smile as if he spoke;

Fell a dreaming with the promise

Of a half remembered joke.







| The Sleeping Beauty. |

The old Butler poised his corkscrew,
With a flask between his knees;

While the waiter slept profoundly
As he carried in the cheese.



At their cards, the Lords and Ladies
Felt soft slumber o'er them steal,

And the Chancellor fell backward
As he tried to “cut for deal.’

While the tenderest flirtations,
Had no chance of present bliss;

For each maiden took to yawning,
As she waited for a kiss.

For a hundred years, no footfall
Ever creaked along the floor,
Not a sound broke on the stillness,

But the echoes of a snore!





Till a Prince, when out a hunting
Led along by happy fate;

Passed between the sleeping sentries
As they nodded at the gate.



















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Through the hall, and on the staircase,
Slept the servants, and in vain

With a kick, he tried to rouse them
For they turned, and slept again.

On through corridor and chamber,
Lost in wonderment he sped;

Till he found the blooming Rosebud
Of a hundred years, in bed!

“ Fairest blossom!” then he murmured,
“Rose of Rosebuds! shall I miss
A chance so rarely offered?
No! [ll have one little kiss !”



With the kiss, the spell was broken,
And they all awoke once more;
To set about the pleasures
Of a hundred years before!



And the handsome Prince united
To the Princess sweet and fair,

Took the Rosebud to his bosom
As the flower he loved to wear.




































THE SLEEPING BEAUTY.



HERE lived, many, many years ago, a king and queen who had no

children, which made them very unhappy indeed. Hoping by some

means or other, to have an heir, they agreed to consult all the fairies they
could hear of, in order to bring about that desirable event.

Some time after this a princess was born, and the christening was the most
sumptuous imaginable. Seven fairies were invited to be her godmothers ;
so that each of them might bestow upon her a gift, as was the custom in
those days. But a wicked old Fairy who lived in the neighborhood, named
Cassandra, was not invited.

When the ceremony of baptism was over, a splendid entertainment was
prepared for the fairies ; before each of whom was set a magnificent cover of
massive gold, with knife, fork, and spoon, set with diamonds and rubies, all
of the most curious workmanship.

The company placed themselves at the tables, and after they had done
justice to the elegant repast set before them, they drank to the health and
prosperity of the little Princess Rosebud. and everybody seemed overflowing
with merriment and delight.

The Fairies then began to bestow their gifts upon the infant Princess.
The first, said that she should be most beautiful ; the second, that she should
be very witty; the third, that she should have enchanting grace; the
fourth, that she should dance delightfully ; the fifth, that she should sing like
a nightingale; the sixth, that she should excel in music ; and the seventh,
that every: one who saw her should love her.

Just then, in the very midst of the congratulations and good wishes, the
ugly old Fairy Cassandra, stalked frowning into the room, and cried in a
loud voice, “The young Princess, at the age of fifteen shall pierce her hand
with a spindle, and shall die of the wound!” These frightful words, of
course, caused the greatest consternation, among the friends and guests
assembled; and in the confusion which ensued, the wicked Fairy left the
room, and mounting upon a monstrous green Griffin which waited in the

















The Sleeping Beauty.

court-yard was borne swiftly through the air. As she sailed away, however,
she cried out, “ Since you have named her Rosebud, I thought I would bring
her a thorn.”

When the noise and confusion had a little subsided, the Queen of the
Fairies, who was one of the godmothers of the Princess, stepped forward
and said, “ Do not afflict yourselves, O King and Queen, the Princess shall
not die, but shall only sleep for a hundred years ; and at the end of that time,
shall be awakened by a young and handsome Prince, who will become
her husband!” Of course, this in some measure calmed the anxiety of the
King and Queen, but they determined, if possible, to keep the Princess from
ever seeing or coming in contact with a spindle, and by those means avoid
the dreadful fate predicted for her by the malignant Cassandra.

The King therefore issued an edict, that all the spindles in his kingdom
should be destroyed. This as he supposed was done; as the penalty was death,
to any one who was found with one in his possession. He then directed, that
a splendid palace should be built, and filled with the mest beautiful furniture,
that could be found, for the accommodation of the lovely Rosebud. This
palace was set in the midst of extensive gardens, filled with fruits and
flowers, and everything that could delight the eye and ear of the fortunate
Princess.

No stranger was allowed to visit the palace without undergoing a strict
search, and possessing an order signed by the King himself or his prime
minister ; and here the little Rosebud gradually expanded, and grew into a
most lovely flower, until she had attained to the age of fifteen years, without
having had a single day of sickness or sorrow, or been brought into
contact with any evil thing whatsoever. But the wicked Fairy’s curse was
now to be fulfilled. On the day, that the Princess attained her fifteenth
year, all unsuspicious of evil, (for she had never been told about the danger
of the spindle”) she wandered into one of the upper rooms of the palace,
and there to her great surprise, she saw an old woman in a red cloak, and
peaked hat, busily engaged in spinning flax at a wheel. She had never seen
anything of the kind before, and asked the old woman to allow her to try
her hand at the wheel. The old woman consented, and the eager Princess
sat down to spin without a thought of harm. ,

In a moment, she gave a sharp cry of pain, and the spindle fell from her
hand, followed by a few drops of blood from a slight wound that it had given











The Sleeping Beauty.

one of her fingers ; but it was enough, and in another instant the head of the
Princess drooped like a lily upon its stalk, and she sank softly to the floor,
buried ina profound sleep! “Aha!” laughed the old witch Cassandra, for
she it was, as you have probably guessed ; “take your little nap of a hundred
years my beauty, and let us see if your parents will again insult the great
Cassandra !”

But even as she spoke, the Queen of the Fairies came into the room all
radiant with wrath and beauty, and first carefully placing Rosebud upon a
bed, she approached the old witch, who stood laughing at her work, and said,
“ Begone vile wretch, your business here is over, you have no further power
over this sleeping girl, and henceforth shall torment her no more.” The old
witch trembled with rage at this speech from the Fairy-Queen, and made a
gesture for a moment, as though to strike her with the cane that she held
in her hand; but thought better of it, and contenting herself with a malignant
laugh, she disappeared through the window.

As soon as the Witch was gone, the Fairy-Queen waved her wand and
caused every person in the palace to fall asleep, so that they might awake
with the Princess, and be ready to attend her when her long sleep was
over.

Many years passed away, and a dense forest grew up around the palace,
which almost hid it from view. When the hundred years had elapsed, a
Prince and his followers were hunting near the spot; and as he came near
to the trees, they separated to let him pass. Onward he went, the trees
closing after him, and at last he arrived at the palace gates. He entered, but
the silence which reigned within quite startled him; however, he took
courage, and passed through several rooms, in which every person he saw
was fast asleep. At length the Prince entered a splendid apartment, where
lay, on an elegant couch, the most beautiful lady he had ever beheld; with
intense admiration he gazed upon her for some time, and falling on one knee,
he gently took the hand of the Princess, and pressed it to his lips.

The enchantment was now ended; the Princess opened her eyes, and with,
a look of tenderness said, “Is it you, Prince? how Jong I have waited for
you!” The Prince, delighted at these words, assured her that he loved her
better than any one he had ever seen.

“Ah! dear Prince,” replied the lady, “It was you who was my companion
during my long sleep. I very well knew that he who should end my

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The Sleeping Beauty.



enchantment would be the handsomest of men, and that he would love me
even more than he loved himself; and the moment I saw you, I recollected
your face.”

The attendants of the Princess awoke at the same time, and commenced
their several duties as if nothing had happened : the cook also bustled about
to have every thing ready at what he supposed to be the proper time.

The Prince now assisted the Princess to rise. She was magnificently
dressed ; but he wisely did not tell her that her clothes were in the style of
those worn by his great grandmother ; however, they became the Princess
so well, that she looked exceedingly beautiful.

He took her hand, and conducted her to the apartment in which the
refreshments were served ; and as soon as they were seated at the table, the
musicians, who were in readiness with their instruments, began to play some
airs, which although very old, were nevertheless extremely agreeable. In
fact, the Prince felt himself so happy, with the old-fashioned appearance of
everything that met his view, whichever way he looked, and which seemed
to borrow a charm from the beautiful Princess, that he was as much delighted,
as amazed, at the strange adventure that had brought them together.

The Prince and Princess passed many pleasant evenings together, and
after a short time agreed that the chaplain should marry them. The cer-
emony accordingly took place; and the following day the Prince conducted

-his bride, accompanied by her attendants, in grand state, to his father’s
palace. .

The greater part of the trees which surrounded the palace where the
Sleeping Beauty had reposed for one hundred years, vanished, and triumphal
arches were put up for the marriage procession to pass under, but who placed
them there was a mystery.

Some supposed it had been the work of the good Fairy who had so long
watched over and taken such great care of the Sleeping Beauty ; but no one
knew for certain. Of this we may rest assured, that the Prince and his

beautiful wife passed a long and happy life.









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"Twas a troop of smiling Fairies,
And from Fairy-land they came



To befriend a new-born Princess,

Who had Rosebud for a name.

Gifts they brought the little Blossom,
Showered blessings on her head;

Stooped to kiss her pretty dimples
As she lay, and cooed in bed.

Ev'ry happiness they promised,



As in lace and gems arrayed ;



Pure and perfect as a dew-drop
Lay this lovely little maid.

Sunny temper, too, they gave her,
Loving heart and gentle mind,

With a soul to feel for others
And to virtue’s ways inclined.












The Sleeping Beauty.

But alas! the witch Cassandra,
Though of witches all, confest

The mighty Queen and leader,
Was not bidden as a guest.

So she swore an oath of vengeance



As she rolled her wicked eye,
That she'd injure pretty Rosebud
Or shed know the reason why.

Now, when all the other Fairies
Had the baby Princess seen,

Came the ugly witch Cassandra,
Riding on a griffin green.

And she screamed in horrid accents,
With a tone of bitter scorn;
“Since your darling is a Rosebud
I have brought to her a thorn!”





“For a time, she shall be happy,
Fifteen years I’ll pass her by;
But at that age, with a spindle
She shall prick her hand, and die!”
SS
















Lhe Sleeping Beauty.

Then astride upon her griffin,
In a rage, away she flew;
But the Fairy-Queen said boldly,

“Though I’m not so strong as you,

“Yet your wicked spell I'll alter,
Of her death pray have no fear,

She shall séep instead of dying
And shall sleep a hundred years!

“Through that drowsy time, no postman
Shall come knocking at the gate,

No maid shall ring for breakfast,
Or give hints that “it is late.”

“She shall sleep until the dawning
Of another century gleams,
And shall wake to find a husband,

From a hundred years of dreams!”



So the years rolled slowly onward,
Years in number three times five;
Till the gentle Rosebud blossomed,

Wide awake, and all alive.








Lhe Sleeping Beauty.

But the spell had only slumbered
And the fatal hour had come,

When upon her sixteenth birthday
Little Rosebud pricked her thumb!

Then closed fast her heavy eyelids
For a century’s repose,

And her father slept, whilst taking
Snuff, that never reached his nose!

While her Royal Mother holding
In her hand the steaming cup,
From the sudden rush of slumber,
Lost the power to lift it up!

Every Courtier took to nodding
Round about the royal board,
While the Pages rolled up snugly,
In the window-curtains snored.

And the King’s most favored Jester,
With a smile as if he spoke;

Fell a dreaming with the promise

Of a half remembered joke.




| The Sleeping Beauty. |

The old Butler poised his corkscrew,
With a flask between his knees;

While the waiter slept profoundly
As he carried in the cheese.



At their cards, the Lords and Ladies
Felt soft slumber o'er them steal,

And the Chancellor fell backward
As he tried to “cut for deal.’

While the tenderest flirtations,
Had no chance of present bliss;

For each maiden took to yawning,
As she waited for a kiss.

For a hundred years, no footfall
Ever creaked along the floor,
Not a sound broke on the stillness,

But the echoes of a snore!





Till a Prince, when out a hunting
Led along by happy fate;

Passed between the sleeping sentries
As they nodded at the gate.










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The Sleeping Beauty.

Through the hall, and on the staircase,
Slept the servants, and in vain

With a kick, he tried to rouse them
For they turned, and slept again.

On through corridor and chamber,
Lost in wonderment he sped;

Till he found the blooming Rosebud
Of a hundred years, in bed!

“ Fairest blossom!” then he murmured,
“Rose of Rosebuds! shall I miss
A chance so rarely offered?
No! [ll have one little kiss !”



With the kiss, the spell was broken,
And they all awoke once more;
To set about the pleasures
Of a hundred years before!



And the handsome Prince united
To the Princess sweet and fair,

Took the Rosebud to his bosom
As the flower he loved to wear.

































THE SLEEPING BEAUTY.



HERE lived, many, many years ago, a king and queen who had no

children, which made them very unhappy indeed. Hoping by some

means or other, to have an heir, they agreed to consult all the fairies they
could hear of, in order to bring about that desirable event.

Some time after this a princess was born, and the christening was the most
sumptuous imaginable. Seven fairies were invited to be her godmothers ;
so that each of them might bestow upon her a gift, as was the custom in
those days. But a wicked old Fairy who lived in the neighborhood, named
Cassandra, was not invited.

When the ceremony of baptism was over, a splendid entertainment was
prepared for the fairies ; before each of whom was set a magnificent cover of
massive gold, with knife, fork, and spoon, set with diamonds and rubies, all
of the most curious workmanship.

The company placed themselves at the tables, and after they had done
justice to the elegant repast set before them, they drank to the health and
prosperity of the little Princess Rosebud. and everybody seemed overflowing
with merriment and delight.

The Fairies then began to bestow their gifts upon the infant Princess.
The first, said that she should be most beautiful ; the second, that she should
be very witty; the third, that she should have enchanting grace; the
fourth, that she should dance delightfully ; the fifth, that she should sing like
a nightingale; the sixth, that she should excel in music ; and the seventh,
that every: one who saw her should love her.

Just then, in the very midst of the congratulations and good wishes, the
ugly old Fairy Cassandra, stalked frowning into the room, and cried in a
loud voice, “The young Princess, at the age of fifteen shall pierce her hand
with a spindle, and shall die of the wound!” These frightful words, of
course, caused the greatest consternation, among the friends and guests
assembled; and in the confusion which ensued, the wicked Fairy left the
room, and mounting upon a monstrous green Griffin which waited in the














The Sleeping Beauty.

court-yard was borne swiftly through the air. As she sailed away, however,
she cried out, “ Since you have named her Rosebud, I thought I would bring
her a thorn.”

When the noise and confusion had a little subsided, the Queen of the
Fairies, who was one of the godmothers of the Princess, stepped forward
and said, “ Do not afflict yourselves, O King and Queen, the Princess shall
not die, but shall only sleep for a hundred years ; and at the end of that time,
shall be awakened by a young and handsome Prince, who will become
her husband!” Of course, this in some measure calmed the anxiety of the
King and Queen, but they determined, if possible, to keep the Princess from
ever seeing or coming in contact with a spindle, and by those means avoid
the dreadful fate predicted for her by the malignant Cassandra.

The King therefore issued an edict, that all the spindles in his kingdom
should be destroyed. This as he supposed was done; as the penalty was death,
to any one who was found with one in his possession. He then directed, that
a splendid palace should be built, and filled with the mest beautiful furniture,
that could be found, for the accommodation of the lovely Rosebud. This
palace was set in the midst of extensive gardens, filled with fruits and
flowers, and everything that could delight the eye and ear of the fortunate
Princess.

No stranger was allowed to visit the palace without undergoing a strict
search, and possessing an order signed by the King himself or his prime
minister ; and here the little Rosebud gradually expanded, and grew into a
most lovely flower, until she had attained to the age of fifteen years, without
having had a single day of sickness or sorrow, or been brought into
contact with any evil thing whatsoever. But the wicked Fairy’s curse was
now to be fulfilled. On the day, that the Princess attained her fifteenth
year, all unsuspicious of evil, (for she had never been told about the danger
of the spindle”) she wandered into one of the upper rooms of the palace,
and there to her great surprise, she saw an old woman in a red cloak, and
peaked hat, busily engaged in spinning flax at a wheel. She had never seen
anything of the kind before, and asked the old woman to allow her to try
her hand at the wheel. The old woman consented, and the eager Princess
sat down to spin without a thought of harm. ,

In a moment, she gave a sharp cry of pain, and the spindle fell from her
hand, followed by a few drops of blood from a slight wound that it had given








The Sleeping Beauty.

one of her fingers ; but it was enough, and in another instant the head of the
Princess drooped like a lily upon its stalk, and she sank softly to the floor,
buried ina profound sleep! “Aha!” laughed the old witch Cassandra, for
she it was, as you have probably guessed ; “take your little nap of a hundred
years my beauty, and let us see if your parents will again insult the great
Cassandra !”

But even as she spoke, the Queen of the Fairies came into the room all
radiant with wrath and beauty, and first carefully placing Rosebud upon a
bed, she approached the old witch, who stood laughing at her work, and said,
“ Begone vile wretch, your business here is over, you have no further power
over this sleeping girl, and henceforth shall torment her no more.” The old
witch trembled with rage at this speech from the Fairy-Queen, and made a
gesture for a moment, as though to strike her with the cane that she held
in her hand; but thought better of it, and contenting herself with a malignant
laugh, she disappeared through the window.

As soon as the Witch was gone, the Fairy-Queen waved her wand and
caused every person in the palace to fall asleep, so that they might awake
with the Princess, and be ready to attend her when her long sleep was
over.

Many years passed away, and a dense forest grew up around the palace,
which almost hid it from view. When the hundred years had elapsed, a
Prince and his followers were hunting near the spot; and as he came near
to the trees, they separated to let him pass. Onward he went, the trees
closing after him, and at last he arrived at the palace gates. He entered, but
the silence which reigned within quite startled him; however, he took
courage, and passed through several rooms, in which every person he saw
was fast asleep. At length the Prince entered a splendid apartment, where
lay, on an elegant couch, the most beautiful lady he had ever beheld; with
intense admiration he gazed upon her for some time, and falling on one knee,
he gently took the hand of the Princess, and pressed it to his lips.

The enchantment was now ended; the Princess opened her eyes, and with,
a look of tenderness said, “Is it you, Prince? how Jong I have waited for
you!” The Prince, delighted at these words, assured her that he loved her
better than any one he had ever seen.

“Ah! dear Prince,” replied the lady, “It was you who was my companion
during my long sleep. I very well knew that he who should end my

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The Sleeping Beauty.



enchantment would be the handsomest of men, and that he would love me
even more than he loved himself; and the moment I saw you, I recollected
your face.”

The attendants of the Princess awoke at the same time, and commenced
their several duties as if nothing had happened : the cook also bustled about
to have every thing ready at what he supposed to be the proper time.

The Prince now assisted the Princess to rise. She was magnificently
dressed ; but he wisely did not tell her that her clothes were in the style of
those worn by his great grandmother ; however, they became the Princess
so well, that she looked exceedingly beautiful.

He took her hand, and conducted her to the apartment in which the
refreshments were served ; and as soon as they were seated at the table, the
musicians, who were in readiness with their instruments, began to play some
airs, which although very old, were nevertheless extremely agreeable. In
fact, the Prince felt himself so happy, with the old-fashioned appearance of
everything that met his view, whichever way he looked, and which seemed
to borrow a charm from the beautiful Princess, that he was as much delighted,
as amazed, at the strange adventure that had brought them together.

The Prince and Princess passed many pleasant evenings together, and
after a short time agreed that the chaplain should marry them. The cer-
emony accordingly took place; and the following day the Prince conducted

-his bride, accompanied by her attendants, in grand state, to his father’s
palace. .

The greater part of the trees which surrounded the palace where the
Sleeping Beauty had reposed for one hundred years, vanished, and triumphal
arches were put up for the marriage procession to pass under, but who placed
them there was a mystery.

Some supposed it had been the work of the good Fairy who had so long
watched over and taken such great care of the Sleeping Beauty ; but no one
knew for certain. Of this we may rest assured, that the Prince and his

beautiful wife passed a long and happy life.






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