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 Front Matter
 Title Page
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 Chapter I: Saturday, Father's Christmas...
 Chapter II: Sunday, Uncle Johns'...
 Chapter III: Monday, Mother's Christmas...
 Chapter IV: Tuesday, Brother Charles's...
 Chapter V: Wednesday, Grandmother's...
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Group Title: The children's week : : seven stories for seven days
Title: The children's week
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Title: The children's week seven stories for seven days
Physical Description: 142 p., 8 leaves of plates : ill. ; 18 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Raymond, Rossiter W ( Rossiter Worthington ), 1840-1918
Stephens, H. L ( Illustrator )
Harley, John J ( Illustrator )
J.B. Ford and Company ( Publisher )
University Press (Cambridge, Mass.) ( Printer )
Welch, Bigelow & Co
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Publisher: J.B. Ford and Co.
Place of Publication: New York
Manufacturer: University Press : Welch, Bigelow, & Co.
Publication Date: 1871, c1870
Copyright Date: 1870
Subject: Christmas -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
New Year -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Nightmares -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Family life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Intergenerational relations -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1871
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Statement of Responsibility: by R.W. Raymond ; illustrated.
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Table of Contents
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    Front Matter
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    Title Page
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    Table of Contents
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    List of Illustrations
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    Chapter I: Saturday, Father's Christmas story: Hoyty-toyty; or, The ways of the world
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    Chapter II: Sunday, Uncle Johns' Christmas story: The Christmas angel
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    Chapter III: Monday, Mother's Christmas story: The place of the days
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    Chapter IV: Tuesday, Brother Charles's wonder story: Karl the fiddler
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    Chapter V: Wednesday, Grandmother's fairy story: Glorioso
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Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1870,

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I. SATURDAY, Father's Christmas Story.


II. SUNDAY, Uncle _oh/n's Christmas Story.


III. MONDAY,--M other's Christmas Story.


IV. TUESDAY,--Brother Charles's Wonder Story.


V. WEDNESDAY,- Grandmother's Fairy Story.


VI. THURSDAY, Grandfather's Story of Adventure.


VII. FRIDAY,-Sister Helen's Story.















^t-'r HAT they called the children's week
\7- at Nutwood was the week between
-'X Christmas and New Year's day.
Then there was a great gathering of the
members of the family from all parts. of the
country. Uncle John and all his folks came,
and Brother Charles, the married brother, with
his children, who were almost as big and old
as some of their younger uncles and aunts; for
the original family was a large one, and when
Charles got married, his youngest sister was a
baby. Well, it was the rule for that week, that
whatever the children unanimously desired they
could have, provided it would not harm them.
So on Saturday, which was the day before
Christmas, sixteen children held a meeting in
the library, to decide upon a programme for the
week. Uncle John's Harry was chairman, and


pounded on the table a good deal during the
proceedings. Our Allan was secretary, and used
more ink than was necessary, for he distributed
it upon his fingers, and here and there in blots
on the paper. And the remaining fourteen
were-the speakers of the occasion, and took the
floor all at once, with great unanimity.
I shall not undertake to report all the pro-
ceedings. Sufficient to say, that after all sorts
of propositions had been thrown out and tossed
up together, some one took advantage of a mo-
ment's lull to say, "I move we have stories, any-
how." This speech brought down the house,
and produced a compromise among the good-
natured factions, some of which had been going
in for a Christmas-tree, and some for hanging
up stockings, some for a celebration Saturday
night, because that was Christmas eve, and some
for a celebration Monday night. It was soon
unanimously determined that there should be a
story every night, before bedtime, Sunday not
excepted; that the stories should begin that very
night; and that Saturday's, Sunday's, and Mon-
day's should all be stories about Christmas, so as
to celebrate all three days, and suit everybody.


Allan drew up the programme in due form,
after it had been decided upon, and posted it in
the front hall, for the information of all con-
cerned. It ran as follows: -


It is hereby resolved that the children's week
begins to-day instead of to-morrow. Exercises
will be as follows, besides such other entertain-
ment as the children shall resolve.

Saturday, December 24.
Christmas Story, by Father.
Sunday, December 25.
Christmas Story, by Uncle John, because he's a Minister.
Monday, December 26.
Christmas Story, by Mother.
Tuesday, December 27.
Wonder Story, by Brother Charles.
Wednesday, December 28.
Fairy Story, by Grandmother.
Thursday, December 29.
Story of Adventures, by Grandfather.
Friday, December 30.
Story, by Sister Helen.


That was the programme, and, for a wonder,
it went off very well. I think the children
were a little disappointed in one or two of the
stories, especially the fairy story of Grand-
mother. In fact, the old lady could spin real
fairy-stories by the hour; so it was almost too
bad for her to give them one that was n't real
at all, but a delusion from beginning to end.
However, the older children, and especially
Maud, who was sixteen and had a sweetheart,
liked the end of it very much.
When the children's week was over there
was another meeting in the library,-a much
quieter one, for the party was about to break
up. The same officers presided, and the pro-
ceedings consisted of the passage of a hearty
vote of thanks to "our esteemed parents and
relatives, for the unsurpassed entertainment
which they have so generously provided for us,"
and a resolution, requesting that "copies of the
said narratives be furnished for publication."
Nobody thought the children would really
get the stories published; but Harry and Allan
sent the manuscript to me, begging me to arrange
it for printing, and how could I refuse ?
R. W. R.

Saturday, Father's Christmas Story.


'. T was just before Christmas, and Fa-
their Bernard had made ready his little
2 shop for a lively holiday trade. The
great boxes of goods packed in straw had been
brought up from the basement, and their pretty
contents were now attractively displayed on the
shelves and counter. Old Bernard was a Swiss;
and in his youth he lived in the valleys where all
the people, old and young, skilfully manufacture
dainty carvings and playthings for the world.
When a child, he used to be so busy making toys
for the children of other countries, that he had
very little opportunity to play himself; but he
entertained himself with thinking how much
pleasure some one far away would derive from
the work of his hands. When he packed a pretty
doll, or a nut-cracker, or a troop of magnificent



wooden soldiers to send them away to the city,
he would imagine a group of happy children,
dressing and undressing their dolls, or cracking
nuts by the fire, or having great battles on the
parlor floor. Now that he was old, he knew
very well what pleased the young folks best;
and all the folks liked to go to Bernard's store,
because they always found there just what they
Little Marie was at home for the vacation, to
cheer her grandfather with her presence, and to
help him wait on the crowds of customers. It
was hard to say which was pleasanter, to buy
of the old man, whose white hair and kindly
look made him seem like Christmas himself, or
of Marie, with her brown locks so neatly
braided, and her clear gray eyes, and her sweet
smile, that would have excused mistakes in giv-
ing change,-if she had ever made any. But
she did not make mistakes, except that some-
times a little boy or girl got a penny too much.
On such occasions Marie would call out to her
grandfather, "One!" And the old man would
smile, and put a penny from his pocket into
the till, so as to make the account even. How


happy they would be this year, if Brother Karl
were only with them! But Karl was at sea, and
no one knew when he would return. He and
Marie were all the relatives left to Father Ber-
nard in this world.


MARIE and her grandfather lived over the
store, in two little back rooms. In the floor
of her room there was an old stove-pipe hole.
Once a workman was putting a pane of glass
in her window, and, stepping back to admire
his work, thrust his foot and leg through the
floor, smashing a beautiful paper kite that was
suspended from the ceiling below, and aston-
ishing all the customers. So after that the
hole was closed with a tin lid, to prevent acci-
dents; but Marie used to take off the lid
every night, just before going to bed, in order
to hear if all was quiet in the store. Now
on this particular night of which I speak she
was waked up by an odd confusion of noises,
coming up through the stove-pipe hole,-a
chattering and scolding, and tittering and pip-


ing, and barking and squealing, and whinnying
and drumming, and bubbling and rolling, and
thumping and rattling, and scraping and hissing,
with other kinds of racket too numerous to
mention. At first she thought it was thieves;
but she remembered that thieves would not
make a noise if they could help it; and as the
hubbub continued, she crept out of bed, and lay
down on the floor, with her face over the stove-
pipe hole. In this way she could get a good
view of the whole store. To her surprise, it
was brilliantly lighted; but when she looked
more closely, she saw that the gas was not burn-
ing. Wonderful to relate, six dozen little can-
dles for Christmas-trees, which she had laid on
a shelf that very day, had hopped down and
somehow lit themselves, and there they stood in
a shining row, all round the store, looking very
handsome; with their taper waists and their
waxen complexions.
But that was not so wonderful as the rest that
she saw; for everything in the store had waked
up and was exhibiting its gifts and graces. All
the dolls were active. Those that had joints
were practising calisthenics on the top of the


show-case; the gutta-percha dolls were tum-
bling on the floor, to show that they could not be
broken like other dolls; a whole line of fash-
ionable ladies, with waterfalls, were solemnly
opening and shutting their eyes with a little
click; three or four who knew how to cry were
practising in different keys; and a vast multi-
tude of stiff, cheap little things were standing
on their heads because that was all they could
do. There were two shelves filled with dolls'
heads, that looked like the cherubs in pictures;
and these could only gaze placidly at the gen-
eral fun, for their bodies were all packed away
in the cellar.
The great Noah s ark had opened by the roof,
just as all Noah's arks do, and Noah and his
wife, and his sons and their wives, followed by
elephants, camels, and roosters, two and two,
were walking in grand procession, like a young
ladies' boarding-school, along the counter. A
backgammon-board was the scene of a great
quarrel; the white men were accused by the
black men of cheating, and taking people up by
main force when they were not exposed; and
the dice were all throwing double sixes as loud


as ever they could, to show that they understood
the matter. Two swords were fighting in a
corner,-a tin sword and an iron one. The tin
sword was getting the worst of it, and it was
high time for the seconds to interfere; but the
drumsticks, who were to act as seconds, had got
up a scrimmage of their own on the top of the
drum, where they were rolling over and over in
a rough-and-tumble way, now one and now the
other being uppermost. A woolly dog on
wheels went trundling around, and barking
whenever anybody stepped on him. A dan-
cing Jack hung mournfully on a nail, with his
head, arms, and legs drooping. Poor fellow!
he wanted very much to dance, but he could n't
untie his neck, and everybody was too busy to
come and pull the string that made his limbs
go. The books did not join in the general
row-de-row. They were too refined and aris-
tocratic, and said to themselves, "We titled peo-
ple, that have pages, must not mix with the
vulgar rabble." And down under the counter
a boxful of valentines were sound asleep. No-
body noticed them; they were of no account
till February. Perhaps the most comical sight


of all was a little india-rubber dwarf, who had
undertaken to waddle across the store and got
caught under the rocker of a huge, prancing
hobby-horse. The expression of the dwarf's
countenance, when the hobby-horse flattened it,
was so changed that his own mother in India
would n't have known him. Marie almost
laughed outright when her eye fell on him; but
she restrained herself, for fear of betraying her
presence, and continued to look and listen, with
all her might.
Now it happened that Karl, before he went.to
sea, used to play in a band; and his trombone,
kept bright and clean by loving hands, always
hung, in memory of him, over Father Bernard's
desk. In the midst of the uproar the trombone
spoke out, so gruffly and loud that everything
stopped to hear. "You silly greenhorns," said
the trombone, "what do you know about life?
You have only just come out of the dark, and
the straw is sticking to you yet. Look at me;
I have seen the world! It is full of operas, and
target excursions, and concerts with trombone
solos. Life is a great thing, and if you want to
talk sensibly about it, just wait till you have had


some sense blown into you. Come back here a
week after New-Year's, and compare notes!"
At this rude speech some of the tin trumpets
squeaked to one another, "What brazen imper-
tinence!" but the trombone's remarks produced
on the whole a profound impression, especially
as his ponderous breath blew out all the candles.
There was considerable bustle occasioned by the
different articles trying to return in the dark to
their old places; but silence soon prevailed; and
Marie was glad to get back to her warm bed.
Next morning the store looked exactly as
usual, except that there were little spots of wax
everywhere, and the india-rubber dwarf had not
quite recovered his usual elasticity of tempera-
ment. If it had not been for these signs, Marie
would have thought she had been dreaming
merely; but now she was sure that everything
had really happened; and she looked forward
with great interest to know whether the sugges-
tion of the trombone would be acted upon, and
the toys would return after the holidays to com-
pare notes and relate their experience of life.



ALMOST as soon as the store was open, a
richly dressed lady came in, leading a little
boy. She showed him everything, and tried
to find out what he would like best. But
the little boy was sulky and ill-natured, and
said he was tired of such things; he had had
so many, and they always went and broke
themselves; he hated books, and wanted a real
pistol, that would shoot; and if he could n't
have a pistol, he would smash a looking-glass
when he got home. Finally, to pacify him,
the lady bought a number of candy dogs and
other animals, one of which he put in his
mouth, and so forgot the pistol, and allowed
himself to be taken home. A few hours after,
the lady came back alone, and, to Marie's sur-
prise, bought the big rocking-horse, a sled, a
drum, a sword, a Noah's ark, and the barking
woolly dog. She even looked up at the trom-
bone; but Father Bernard said, hastily, "That
is not for sale, madam," so she contented herself
with one of the tin trumpets. I thought your
little boy did not like any of these things," said


Marie, as she tied up the packages, to be sent by
the express-wagon to the lady's house in Fifth
Avenue. "O, that is only his way; he will be
very angry if he does not get them." Marie
could not help wondering what kind of a home
it could be that was so splendid and yet made
people so discontented. These playthings will
have something interesting to tell," thought she,
"when they come back after New-Year's."
But she did not expect the candy dogs to re-
turn; for, between you and me, animals of that
class are not well fitted to explore life. They
are sweet-tempered, but not firm ; and after they
start on their travels, they are never heard of
again. Unlike other dogs, if they once get
bitten, that is the end of them. Only one breed
of them ever bites back; and that contains
pepper, and is not popular.
By and by a gentleman came, and looked
about, quite bewildered, among the toys. He
was in a great hurry; and said, half to himself:
"The child must have something. Christmas
is such a nuisance! I suppose a doll will be
the correct thing." With that he bought the
largest and most expensive doll in the whole


collection, a stuck-up, waxy French thing,
with blond hair and movable eyes, and an
arrangement for crying under its corsets, and no
end of flounces and furbelows. Then he went
off, muttering, "There, that's done!"
It quite saddened Marie to have people buy-
ing presents for their children in such a spirit;
but she smiled brightly again as a quiet boy of
about twelve years came in. "If you please,"
said he, I should like to look at some broken
toys that you could sell cheap. My little
brother is a cripple, and lies in bed all day; and
hle thinks so much of toys. I thought perhaps
I could mend up some old ones for him."
"Why don't your father buy something for the
child?" said old Bernard, turning his back upon
the boy, and rummaging busily in a pile of
pasteboard boxes. The lad's eyes filled with
tears as he said slowly: "Father and mother
are both dead; and I take care of Jamie."
" H'm !" said the old man, turning around, with
a small flat package in his hand, I thought as
much! I've heard of you. We don't break
things here, and then sell them cheap to such
fellows as you!" 0, how hard the grandfather


tried to look stern and severe! but it was of no
use. He could n't deceive Marie, nor prevent a
smile and a tear on his own face; so he gave up
trying, and added, in a very different tone:
"God bless you, my boy! Take these to Jamie,
with an old man's love." And what do you
think ? it was a box of paints! I could not
possibly tell you how grateful the cripple's
brother was. He tried to tell, but he could not
say anything; so why should I undertake it?
But, after all, he did not seem to be perfectly
satisfied; and presently he murmured, I wish
they had some broken toys!" Marie heard him
and understood him at once; so she said, "You
wanted to give Jamie something your own self
didn't you?" "0 yes," said he, "this is just
what he will like best; but it is not my work,
nor my present. Besides, there are a great many
poor children in our street; and Jamie and I
were going to give them a Christmas party.
You see,"-and by this time he had got back
his courage and his tongue,-"we have got a
tree; and Jamie has made ever so many dolls
out of paper; and the peanut-man is coming,
with a whole quart of peanuts; and I wanted to


help too. I've got a knife and some glue; and
I know how to mend things beautifully. Jamie
says so. If we only had some broken toys, I
could mend them, and he could paint them,
and we could hang them on the tree, just
as, once before, a long time ago, father and
"Look here, Marie," called Father Bernard,
"these wax tapers have all been half burned
Nobody will buy them now. How unfortu-
nate! I really think we must throw them
away, unless this young gentleman will con-
sent to stick them on his Christmas-tree! And,
by the way, there's that lady in Fifth Avenue
says all the things she bought last year are spoilt
and broken, and heaped up in the garret. She'll
give them to any boy that will carry them away.
So there's a chance for you, my boy!"
Marie had just time to give the happy boy
the box of tapers and the lady's address, when
new customers arrived, in the persons of a pleas-
ant couple, who were evidently husband and
wife, and who, as one might see from the happy
mixture of love and care in their faces, had a
troop of little ones at home. They spent a good


while looking at various things, and asking their
prices. The work of selection was evidently a
matter of importance to them, and they took
great pleasure as well as pains with it. At last
the wife said: My dear, everything is so expen-
sive this year; don't you think we had better
get something that will entertain us all ? That
we can afford to have of the best kind." The
husband looked admiringly at her for this sensi-
ble suggestion, which he said was "just like
her"; and finally they selected the backgam-
mon-board, together with a box of ninepins for
the younger children and the baby. "Though,
after all," laughed the good man, "I don't know
but I shall want to play ninepins a good deal
myself." Marie offered to send the bundles
home; but they said no; it was much pleasanter
to carry one's own packages at Christmas-time.
Having paid for their purchases, they still lin-
gered, each making innocent excuses to detain
the other, and both quite willing to be detained.
Presently the husband sauntered to the back part
of the store, and, gleefully chuckling to find
that his wife did not follow, hurriedly bought
of Marie a beautiful work-box, upon which he


had already cast many a glance. At the very
same moment the wife, in the sliest possible
manner, purchased of Father Bernard a writing-
desk. If you had stood just half-way down the
store, between the two, you would have heard
on either side a whisper, I guess you can send
that home; it is almost too heavy to carry."
And then you would have seen the affectionate
couple depart, with happy secrets weighing on
their hearts, saying to one another, The chil-
dren will be so well pleased, and we shall enjoy
their presents so much, that we shall not mind
going without, ourselves- hey?"
After this, a great, fat, rich, jolly old bachelor
came in, and was greeted as a well-known friend
by the grandfather. "Look here, Bernard,"
said he, "believe your shop will be the ruin of
me! Can't get by your windows to save my
life. Never saw such windows! Everybody
stops to look at 'em; and they are flattening the
noses of all the children in town. Pretty lot of
snubs the next generation will have, at this rate!
Well, well! here's my missionary fund; smaller
than usual, this year; hard times, never should
know it, though, if I was n't told; you know


what to do with it; give a thingamy to every
little heathen that comes along!" He laid a
twenty-dollar note on the counter, winked mer-
rily at Marie, and went across the street to the
But I cannot stop to describe all the people
that came to buy. There were crowds of them,
and Bernard did a very handsome business. By
New-Year's the shelves were half empty, the
rush had ceased, and the old man and his grand-
daughter were glad to rest.


MARIE was so busy during the holidays that
she gradually ceased to think of the queer events
related in the second chapter of this history;
and, although she had not really forgotten the
suggestion of the trombone, it happened that
she went to bed on the 8th of January with-
out having it in mind. But at midnight she
was aroused by a bustle in the room below, and
a knocking and scratching at the front door.
Quickly she betook herself to her post of obser-
vation -at the stove-pipe hole; but this time she



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was thoughtful enough to dress herself, and to
roll herself up, besides, in a blanket, so that she
might watch and listen at her ease. The shop
was dark, and the trombone was saying, in a
supernatural whisper, "There they are ; has any-
body got a light?" There was no answer at
first; but presently a parlor match remarked
"that if anybody would hoist him up, he
would n't mind lighting the gas, for once in his
life." Thereupon a patent fish-pole hopped out
of the corner, done up in a bag, like a Scotch-
man in a sack-race, and said he would hoist.
"You! you are not tall enough," cried several
voices. "Just untie the top of this bag," said
the fish-pole, "and I'11 show you." So a clothes-
pin kindly untied the neck of the bag, and the
fish-pole rapidly put his joints together, and shot
upwards to the ceiling. "Ah!" said he, "one
gets cramped by being doubled up so long, and
needs to stretch one's self." Then the clothes-
pin climbed nimbly up the pole, and seated him-
self astride of the gas-pipe; the parlor match
perched himself on the point of the fish-hook,
and the reel wound up the line, until he came
opposite the burner. When all was ready the


clothes-pin turned on the gas, and the match,
after considerable scratching, managed to light
it; but immediately lost his balance, and fell to
the floor, quite black in the face. This unfor-
tunate occurrence caused some dismay. The
body of the victim was found to be quite cold.
Sandpaper had no effect upon him; and the
attempt to resuscitate him was given up, on the
remark of a wise old broom, who said: It's no
use; that sort of thing is hereditary with the
family. They always die, sooner or later, in this
way. I have had to pick up hundreds of them,
and send them to the dust-pan."
All this time the knocking continued at the
door; and as soon as order was partially restored,
the trombone called out,'"Somebody pull back
that bolt!" To this the bolt replied, "You
need n't lay hands on me! I won't be pulled
back by anybody." And then, for fear its boast
might be falsified (for the tongs and screw-
driver and a whole box of tools were already
making lively preparations), it flew back of its
own accord, and the door burst open, admit-
ting a queer procession.
First of all came the rocking-horse, but, ah!


how changed! His flowing tail had been, I
assure you, literally pulled out by the roots; his
mane was all tied up in hard knots, to make it
curl; there was a great gash whittled in his
handsome neck, where somebody had bled him,
on the pretence that he was sick; and the color
of his once fiery mouth and nostrils showed that
on the same occasion he had been physicked
from an ink-bottle. His saddle, which was n't
meant to come off, had been taken off by main
force, bringing the skin with it; and, to crown
all, his new owner, getting tired of his original
fine dapple-gray color, had determined to make
a blue horse of him, but after daubing him with
indigo on one side had got tired of that too, and
left him in disgust. He seemed quite dispirited,
and meekly drew behind him the sled, which
was considerably the worse for wear, having had
several collisions with those rude sleds which
vulgar boys make for themselves out of plank,
and which are as vicious as they are ugly, and
always smash what they run into. On the front
of the sled sat sadly what was once the woolly
dog; but somebody had torn off his pneumatic
attachment, to see what made him bark; and


then because he could n't bark any more, had
made believe he was a sheep, and sheared him.
The drum had had his hamstrings cut, and a
hole punched in his head, in which hole a soli-
tary drum-stick was now standing. The sword
was terribly rusty from having been used to cut
apples, and the scabbard was lost in a molasses-
hogshead. A shapeless mass of tin was all that
remained of the tin trumpet, who had been
thrown at a cat from a third-story window. All
these returned wanderers were in such wretched
condition as to be unable to give any account of
themselves. The sled could only groan over his
feeble frame; the hole in the drum's head
showed it to be perfectly empty, so his silence
was a mercy; the sword, who had formerly
been a keen young blade,. was too dull to enter
into conversation; the tin trumpet had had the
breath squeezed out of him, and was now a
mere useless ornament to society. As for the
woolly dog, his lungs were absolutely gone, and
it was a wonder that he lived at all. The big
rocking-horse could still speak; but his woe
seemed to affect his wits, for when they asked
him if he could tell his experience, he feebly


replied, Nay" ; and as he adhered to this reply,
whatever was said to him, the attempt to get a
story out of him was soon given up. It was for-
tunate for history that Noah and his family were
not all destroyed, though the ark had lost its"
roof and all the paint from its side, and few of
its inmates had escaped injury, more or less
severe. Silence reigned in the shop, as the
mournful procession emerged from the ark.
The usual discipline was maintained, though the
couples had to be in many cases rearranged, on
account of missing parties. Thus, Noah walked
with Japhet's wife, and two widowers, an ele-
phant and a gander, were paired off together,
since, having both lost their legs as well as their
mates, they were nearly alike in shape and size.
Having marched them once round the ark,
Noah assumed an oratorical position, with his
hands close to his sides, and made a few remarks
in Hebrew, which were kindly translated to the
company by a jewsharp.
He began with an account of the flood; but
his ideas on that subject seemed to be quite con-
fused; and Marie, after listening closely for
a while, said to herself, "Why, the old fool is


describing a bath-tub, with the hot and cold
water running for forty days and forty nights. I
wonder if he calls that a flood!" But Noah,
not hearing this sarcastic criticism, went on to
complain of the ark as leaky, and to relate how
it finally filled and went to the bottom, so that
they all had to open the roof and swim for their
lives. After bobbing about for weeks, accord-
ing to his account, they were fished out, and put
before a fire to dry; but 0, this wicked world!
that terrible boy broke off the arms and legs of
one animal after another, and then threw the
bodies in the fire. "Such a family govern-
ment !" said Noah. "In my day, children were
not allowed to kick, and howl, and disobey their
parents. But this boy's father and mother were
as bad as he, snapping, and quarrelling, and
scolding the servants, whipping the boy to make
him cry, and then coaxing him with candy to
stop crying. This world isn't a bit like your
description, Mr. Trombone; it's a wicked, un-
happy, noisy world, and it ought to be drowned
over again."
Just then who should come in but the "Life
of George Washington!" At least that was the


title; but on opening itself it turned out to be
the backgammon-board. In a merry way the
dice rattled off their story, to the effect that the
work-box and the writing-desk had been so busy
that they purposed not to come; in fact, they
were better off where they were. "We only
came ourselves," put in the white and black
men, "because we promised; and we mean to
get back." "Gammon!" said Noah, who
did n't believe a word of it, "I saw a lot just
like you, all scattered and dirty, in the ash-bar-
rel, where I accidentally fell myself, by mis-
take." "There is some misunderstanding about
that," replied the jolly men. "One of us fell
down the cellar grating, to be sure; but the
whole family hunted for him, and brought him
back. We are appreciated where we live!
Such lively games! Last night one of the boys
backgammoned the other three times running;
and all so good-naturedly, you wouldn't have
known which beat! It's a pleasant world!"
"That's so," said the ninepins, who came hop-
ping in, "and there are nice babies in it, that
everybody loves and plays with." "Well, I
never!" muttered Noah, as he marshalled his


decimated family back into the dilapidated
But who could this be, who now entered with
such a bedraggled mien and decrepit step ? It
was the gorgeous French doll, who courtesied
to the company with a remnant of her former
grace, and said, plaintively: "You know, my
friends, that which I was; you see that which I
am. Alas! it is a perfidious world. I am pur-
chased by a charming gentleman, who carried
me home under his arm, whispering compli-
ments to me all the way, of my beauty and my
preciousness." Come, now," said the trom-
bone, bluntly, none of your fine French fibs.
What did he say?" The doll was too wretched
to take offence, so she continued meekly: "I
thought he said I was very dear to him, and he
should never want another as long as he lived;
but possibly I misunderstood him. One last
effort she made to practise her accomplishment
of rolling up her fine eyes, but her optic nerves
were out of order, and the eyes stuck fast, half-
way, giving her a ludicrous instead of a pathetic
expression. But she went on talking. "When
I arrive at the mansion, I am put in a dark


drawer till to-morrow. When to-morrow
comes, a sweet, pale little girl, very finely
dressed, and with the true Parisian manners,
receives me-no, I am displayed to her; and
the mamma says, 'No, my dear; you might
hurt it; and, besides, you must not play on the
floor; it is not lady-like.' The little girl looks
at me, and says, 'Please, mamma, may I have a
rag-baby?' And the mamma says, 'Now, my
child, you are ungrateful. Sophie, take made-
moiselle to the nursery, and put this doll away in
the drawer!' O how I pity the little girl and
myself! But when we are out of the room
Sophie says to the little girl, 'Your mother is a
cruel woman, but I love you and I will be good
to you. You shall have the doll to play with all
the afternoon, and we shall not tell my lady any-
thing about it; and I am going out for a while,
to see my cousin, and we shall not tell her that
either. The little girl says, My old nurse, who
was here before I came, used to say it was wrong
to do things secretly, and I would rather not';
but Sophie shakes her a little and calls her in
French a few names, and the child wants to
play with me so much that she yields, of which


I am so glad for the moment! But before
Sophie comes back from her walk, my nose is
melted away by being put to sleep behind the
stove, and my delicate chest is let to tumble over
on the floor and break. Then mademoiselle is
frightened of being found out, and Sophie finds
her crying, and says to her, 'The ugly, naughty
doll! We will throw it out of the window,
and tell your mother it was the housemaid who
stole it.' I do not hear what the little girl says,
for I am brutally seized and thrown through the
air. I strike in the gutter and break my side-
bone, and a great deal of sawdust bleeds out
from me before I can creep away and hide. It
takes me two weeks to get here, for I am
ashamed to travel by day, and I lose so much
sawdust at every step that I cannot go far. The
world is triste, and I intend to take the veil and
retire into a convent, unless I shall die first of
hemorrhage." Here the unfortunate Parisian
lady fainted away.
A rush of cold air revived her, as the door
was again flung open, and a great crowd of toys
of all sorts entered, all laughing and talking at
once. Some of them were more or less crip-


pled, but they did not seem to care. "Yes,"
said a jolly little drummer, "I've lost an arm;
but I don't mind it much. One must see life!
Besides, little Bob Maguire, who broke it off,
cried over me like a baby; and the other boys
in the street told him to save the arm, and
Jamie's big brother would put it on again, as
good as new. I see you've lost your nose,
ma'am," continued the little drummer, touching
his cap with his drum-stick (which he never laid
down, although for the present he could not
drum), "I should n't wonder if they could give
you an artificial nose, made of wax, which looks
quite natural, I assure you. It's a wonderful
world!" This light-hearted fellow and his
companions had been presented by Bernard, at
the fat old bachelor's desire, to the poor chil-
dren of the neighborhood; and I must confess
they looked and felt a great deal better than the
unfortunate beings who had been sent up to
Fifth Avenue. Each of them had a story to
tell, but they all talked at once, and the only
thing to be gathered from their merry confu-
sion was the fact that they had made everybody
happy where they went. I suspect that was the


reason they felt so happy themselves; but this is
a great secret, and must not be mentioned on
any account.
Once more the door opened, and in came an-
other crowd, dragging a little cart, in which
was a beautiful Christmas-tree. All over the
tree were perched the wax-tapers. They had
lost a good deal of flesh since they left the shop
a fortnight before; but on the whole they
seemed well preserved, and their feathers of
flame waved over their heads proudly. All
the rest of this throng seemed to be strangers,
until the trombone, who had lived in the shop
two years, in fact, ever since Karl went to sea,
shouted, "Why, I thought you were all dead
and gone long go! Where did you get your
new coats, and how happened you to be looking
so well and hearty?" Then it came out that
these were second-hand toys, collected and re-
paired by Jamie's brother, and painted by Jamie
himself, so that they were handsomer than they
ever had been before; and the celebration of
Christmas, at which they had assisted, was the
most brilliant thing ever seen. The tree was so
magnificent that all the children cried for joy


when they saw it; and it had been lit up for
five minutes every night since Christmas, and
every night a new set of visitors had been in-
vited. Once it was the newsboys; and they
clubbed together and presented Jamie with a
year's subscription to Harper's Magazine, in
token of their thanks. Once it was the class in
the Sunday school to which Jamie belonged,
before he was so ill; and they hung up over the
foot of his bed a splendid illuminated card, with
the words, "Faith, Hope, Love; hut the g..'..
of these is Love." Another night came the
shoeblacks; and after they had received Jamie's
cheerful greetings, and seen the tree, and each
received some little gift from his entertainers,
they held a meeting in the entry, and passed
resolutions of thanks, in which Jamie and his
brother were alluded to as their "distinguished
fellow-citizens," and it was declared that no
member of the Shoeblacks' Co-operative Asso-
ciation should ever accept any remuneration for
blacking their shoes. You may think this was
not particularly munificent, but if so, you
have n't -much experience. For my part, I
think to black a man's shoes for nothing is a


sign of great affection and respect. I only do it
for one person in the world, and that is myself.
But, to return to the subject of the Christmas-
tree, it certainly did seem, judging from the
accounts of these last comers, as if nothing had
ever before given so much pleasure to so many
people. There would have been apparently no
end to their wonderful stories, had not suddenly
a double-knock sounded on the door. Instantly
the lights went out, the door opened, and the
toys all rushed out. pell-mell, while a man's
voice said, "Why, the door opened of itself! and
what a draught of wind. It almost knocked
me over." Marie started up as she heard the
voice, and eagerly listened for more. But the
stranger did not speak again. A moment after,
however, she heard a step in the store; then all
was silent, and then, 0 then the trombone be-
gan to play softly the Ranz des Vaches. Marie
sprung up, rushed down stairs, crying, "Karl!
Karl!" and was locked in her brother's arms!
Presently Father Bernard appeared with a
light, for the Ranz des Vac/es was a tune he
could not hear and keep quiet. It was his
favorite Swiss air, and he had taught it to Karl's


father and to Karl. How happy was the old
man to find it was Karl's own self who played
the dear old melody! And who cares where
Karl had been, or how he happened to land and
come home at midnight? Father Bernard and
Marie forgot all about the past, in their joy that
Karl was once more at home; and if they did
not ask questions at first, it is of course none of
our business.
It was my intention, in writing out this story
for publication, to wind up with a moral; but
you children are so apt to skip the story, and
read the moral only, that I have changed my
mind, and sprinkled it all along at intervals in
the story itself. As for the Bernard family,
when they have lived the remainder of their
lives, it will be time enough to complete their
history. That sort of thing cannot be safely
done beforehand.


Sunday, Uncle John's Christmas Story.
:--- -- NCE upon a time a little princess,
( whose name was Theodosia, awoke
''. early in the morning, and as she lay
in her soft bed she heard the chiming of bells,
and she clapped her hands, and said, "How
glad I am! I know what the bells are saying.
It is Christmas morning!" And she was so
eager that she forgot to say her prayers, and she
forgot to call good morning to the king her
father, and the queen her mother, and she
slipped quickly out of bed, and ran barefooted
down the marble stairs into the great palace
drawing-rooms, to find what gifts the Christmas
had brought her. As she pushed open the
heavy door, she heard a sound like the rustling
of wings, and it frightened her for a minute;
but the Christmas bells rang clearly outside, and
that gave her courage again; so she went boldly

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in. Ah, that was a beautiful sight! It was not
yet broad day, but there was a soft light in the
vast room, that seemed to come from a great
white pearl that hung from the centre of the
ceiling, and to be reflected from the broad mir-
rors on every wall.
"Ah!" thought Theodosia, "how I wish
my present might be pearls!" Then she
looked again, and saw around the hall tablets
with golden letters, and dn each was a name.
There was the king's name, and the queen's
name, and the name of every one in the royal
household; and under each was a heap of beau-
tiful gifts. Her own name she could scarcely
see, for it was far at the other end of the long
hall; but she ran toward it, saying to herself,
"I don't care what other folks are going to
have, I want to see my pretty gifts." So at last
she came to the tablet on which her name ap-
peared; but, alas! there was nothing under it,-
only a black leather bag, and upon it these
words, "This is for selfish Theodosia."
Still she thought that perhaps it might con-
tain something beautiful for her, and she quickly
Raised it from the floor. But it was locked, and


there was no key, and all she found by looking
carefully was another inscription, engraved in
small, fine letters, in the steel of the lock,--"I
am worth much to him who can open me!"
The poor little princess stamped her bare feet on
*the cold floor with vexation and rage, and was
ready to cry, only she was too proud; when
suddenly she saw in one of the mirrors a
dazzling and beautiful angel, standing behind
her. She was not frightened; for even in the
glass she could see that he was kind and gentle.
His garments were white as snow, and his face
was fairer than the fairest picture ever thought
of in a dream. Little Theodosia began to grow.
calmer as she saw his soft, clear eyes fixed upon
her, and she turned herself to him at once, and
said, "I know who you are; you are the Christ-
mas angel." And, strange to say, at that mo-
ment she perceived that the great pearl no
longer hung from the centre of the ceiling, but
shone upon the angel's brow. And he smiled a
smile like sunshine, and then grew very grave
and sad, and said to her, "Poor child! you do
not know the secret that unlocks all treasures!
But if you will come with me, we will find


some one who can tell us!" Then he held out
his hand, and Theodosia put her hand in it at
once, for she had no fear of him. Out through
the door they went (it opened and shut of
itself), and out through the great archway of
the palace, into the wide, wide world. It
seemed to Theodosia that her feet scarcely
touched the ground, and she did not feel the
cold, for the warm hand of the angel sent a
delicious thrill through all her limbs. In one
hand she grasped tightly the mysterious bag,
and every little while she looked up at the
beautiful face of the angel, upon whose brow
the great pearl shone serenely like a star.
As they passed through the quiet streets they
saw few people stirring. Here and there some
good Christian hastened to the early Christmas
service, and high up in the cathedral tower was
a bright light, where the old sexton still rang
merrily the Christmas bells. And as they
walked the angel began to tell her the old,
sweet story of the first Christmas day, and the
Christmas gift of the child Jesus, which the
dear God made to the world he loved, and how
the kings and wise men came from far coun-


tries with rich offerings in their hands, and how
the very beasts of the stable and the field were
moved with strange reverence, and how the
angels sang for joy. Theodosia looked up and
said timidly, "And were you there?" The
angel seemed to be looking at some fair vision a
long way off, as he said, low and sweetly, "Yes,
I was there." And with that he went on to
tell how lovely was the child Jesus, so that all
who looked upon him loved him, and began
straightway to love one another also, and blessed
the day when they saw the Babe of Bethlehem.
And finally he stopped and said: "Little Theo-
dosia, do you know the meaning of Christmas ?"
Theodosia was silent, for she knew that she had
forgotten all this in her eagerness for her own
pleasure; but she presently took courage, and
said, I know it means that Christ is born into
the world."
And the Christmas bells sounded, and sounded,
and seemed to say, "PEACE ON EARTH AND
By and by the angel stopped at a low cottage,
and opened the door. They went into the
poor, cheerless room, but they were not seen,


for one cannot see the spirits of heaven, when
they choose to be invisible. As for Theodosia,
the angel covered her with the corner of his
robe. There was a tallow candle dimly burn-
ing on the table, and a pale woman sat by it,
sewing fast on a piece of work she had risen
early to accomplish. ,A little boy, crying
silently from cold and hunger, had crawled
from his miserable bed in the corner, and was
trying to light a fire of chips and cinders gath-
ered in the street. And the pale woman lifted
her eyes to heaven, murmuring over and over
again, as if it were the only prayer she could
remember, "Give us this day our daily bread."
Theodosia had never heard of such misery be-
fore; all her little troubles melted away from
her mind, and she thought, "0, why can I not
do something to help these poor people!" She
could not bear to wait until she could ask the
king to help them. Just then she looked
down, and behold the bag had opened a little
way of itself, and she saw the gleam of silver
money in it. In an instant, and before it shut
together again, without stopping to think, she
scattered a handful of the money in the room.


But wonderful to tell, the silver shower never
struck the floor, but seemed to vanish in mid-
air; and lo! a bright fire went leaping up the
chimney, and on the table was food in plenty,
and the little boy and his happy mother were
thanking God, and blessing their unknown
benefactor. Theodosia felt happy, too; and as
the angel led her away, she thought the Christ-
mas bells were saying: "NAKED, AND YE
Presently they found themselves in an upper
chamber, in another part of the city. It was
broad daylight now. There were a dozen little
children in the room, with scraps of newspapers
and one or two tattered books, from which they
were learning to read and spell. And in the
midst stood the teacher, a poor young factory-
girl, who taught the little ones of the neighbor-
hood every morning at daybreak, before going
to her work, because she would not let them go
ignorant for want of her help. And Theodosia
heard her say, "Now, let us get through with
our lessons quickly, and then we will all go and


have a Christmas holiday, looking at the fine
things in the stores and the pretty ladies on the
street. Who knows, perhaps the king and
the queen and the princess may ride by!"
When Theodosia heard that, she thought,
"How I should like to help these little ones!
They have no pleasure but in looking at the
pleasure of other people!" And the bag
opened half-way of itself, and she saw there
was gold in it. For a moment she hesitated,
saying to herself, "With this gold I could buy
myself the necklace of pearls that I wish so
much to have!" But just then the bag began
slowly to shut up again, and she gave one look
at the little children, and quickly drew from it
all the gold, which she scattered in the room.
And the room changed by magic into a beauti-
ful school-room, and the happy children were
wreathing it in green, and the teacher, no longer
a poor factory-girl, but a fair and gentle woman,
was just about to distribute to them their Christ-
mas gifts, and Theodosia wished so much to
stay; but the angel drew her away. When
they were once more in the street, the angel
said, "Do you know the secret now?" And


Theodosia said nothing, but the Christmas bells
rang out:-

"Not what we get, but what we give,
Makes up our treasure while we live! "

This time the angel lifted her from the earth,
and carried her swiftly over the whole land, and
over many other lands. And she saw how
many people there were who did not yet know
what Christmas meant; yes, many thousands of
them had never heard of Christ who was born
in Bethlehem. And her heart, that was so
warm now with the Christmas love, could not
bear to think of so much sin and sorrow; and
this time she put her hand on the lock of the
bag, saying to herself, "If there is any more of
the magical money in it, I will throw it down
upon this poor, unhappy, wicked world." The
bag opened very easily, but there was nothing in
it save a magnificent necklace of pearls! In
vain she looked for silver and gold; she must
either give up the necklace of pearls or nothing.
So she took one look more at the beautiful
gems, and then flung them down upon the
earth; and the necklace broke as it fell, scatter-


ing the pearls far and wide; and where every
pearl fell, behold there arose by magic a church
or a mission school, and in all languages were
heard the songs of thanksgiving from children
and from old people. And the angel said to
her, "Now see, your bag is empty; are you
not sorry?" But she looked straight into his
kind eyes, -and said, "I have found the secret
now!" And the Christmas bells rang out, "IT
Then the angel caught her to his bosom with
great joy, and flying swiftly through the air, he
brought her back to the palace of the king;
and lo! in the great hall were all the gifts, still
piled, and the king and the queen had not yet
come. So he carried Theodosia to the place
where her name was, and behold! when she
looked, there lay the black bag wide open and
full of gifts innumerable, and on each gift some
curious inscription. A beautiful bouquet of
flowers bore the words, "These are the prayers
of the poor"; and upon a crystal goblet, "The
disciple's reward"; but most lovely of all was
the necklace of pearls that hung from the tab-
let, every pearl bearing a single name, like


Patience, Gentleness, Truth, Innocence; and
three pearls larger than the rest, and on the
largest pearl, which was the very copy of the
starry one upon the angel's brow, she read,
"The greatest of these is Charity." Then she
knew what was the true name of the Christmas
angel; and he vanished away and she saw him
no more. And she saw also that the black bag
was like her own heart, which, when closed to
charity, was of no use; but when opened for the
sake of others, grew richer in treasure all the
time. And the Christmas bells rang once
more: "GOD so LOVED THE WORLD!" and
May the Christmas angel dwell with every
one of us, round and round the whole year!


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Monday, Mother's Christmas Story.

IT'ITTLE Philip went to bed early, the
!'- night before Christmas, because he
was so tired of waiting. As he lay in
his trundle-bed, he thought how the mornings
come first in the east, and move with the sun
over land and sea, while the nights follow after,
but never can catch them. "I guess Christmas
has come already to some of the little children
across the sea," thought Philip to himself, "and
he is hurrying this way as fast as he can. I
hope he will not be tired and stop before he
gets to me!" Meanwhile Philip grew sleepier
and sleepier, and at last his bright little eyes shut
so quickly that you could almost hear them
Then the door softly opened, and in came a
queer little fellow with wings. Did you ever
see a Dream? Nobody ever did, to my knowl-


edge. They are cunning chaps, and they never
come near you until you are too fast asleep to
see them. Day-dreams belong to a different
family, and are not good for much. The most
curious thing about real, useful dreams is, that
they visit everybody, and carry people every-
where, and show them all sorts of pictures, and
tell them all sorts of stories; and when they are
gone, people wake up and rub their eyes, and
find themselves just where they were when they
fell asleep, and won't believe they have been
anywhere, or seen anything. This Dream that
I speak of stole across the room and held one
hand over Philip's eyes, to keep them shut,
while he whispered in his ear, "Come! let us
go to the Great House where the Days live!"
With that he lifted Philip out of bed, and away
they floated through the window, and over the
hills, and the rivers, and the great sea, higher
and higher, until they came into the clouds;
and right in the middle of Cloudland they came
to the Palace of Days.
That was a splendid hall! It was so large
that you could scarcely see from one end to the
other; and there were three hundred and sixty-


six beds in it, and tables and chairs in propor-
tion, one for every day in the year. This is
where the Days lived, when they were not at
work on the world. Every Day took his turn
once a year, and generally got so tired walking
round the world, that he went straight to bed as
soon as he got back, and slept till his turn came
again. "Great sleepers, I tell you!" said the
Dream to Philip, "but they don't sleep very
soundly. What they call History down there in
the world is nothing but the echo of these old
fellows, snoring and muttering in their sleep."
Sure enough, there were most of the Days in
bed, with their names above their heads. There
was the First of April, with a fool's cap for a
nightcap, and the Fourth of July, with a star-
spangled banner for his bedquilt; and there was
the Twenty-third of Decembei, a short, little
fat fellow,-the shortest day in the year. He
had only just got home, had his supper and gone
to bed. The next bed was empty; for the
Twenty-fourth of December was out on his
travels. One lively fellow came up to Philip
and said, "I'm the Twenty-ninth of February!
I march only once in four years, so you see I'm


quite fresh. I have nothing to do till 1872.
If you want to ask questions, I'm your man!"
So the queer old man sat down, and took one
leg on the other knee, in a comfortable way,
while the Dream took his place on the floor,
and listened over his shoulder. Then Philip
asked what the Days did while they travelled
round the world. "Why, don't you know?"
said the Twenty-ninth of February. "We
walk by the side of the Sun; and while he
holds his great lantern to light the world, we
scatter the gifts of the King in all countries, and
remember everything that we see, to tell it to
the Recorder. There he sits." Then Philip
looked, and saw a man sitting behind a great
book, and writing all the time. Everything
that ever happened was written in that great
Book of the King, and the Recorder neither
rested nor grew weary. Indeed, he could not
pause, for things kept happening all the time.
Presently a messenger with a torch ran swiftly
through the hall, and, stopping by one of the
beds, touched the Day who was sleeping there.
"That is the Morning Star," said the Twenty-
ninth of February. "It is his business to wake


the' Days. He is come for Christmas now.
The Twenty-fourth- Christmas Eve, we nick-
name him-will be in presently, and one goes
as the other comes; else, something might hap-
pen that we did not see."
Christmas, a cheerful old man, with a long
white beard, made haste to rise and get ready
for his journey. He nodded kindly to Philip,
and put out his hand, saying, "Would you like
to go with me? A long road, but pleasant.
Nobody has so pleasant a road as I have!"
Philip loved him at once; so bidding farewell
to his new acquaintance, and casting one look at
the solemn Recorder, who was just beginning a
new page, he took the old man's hand, and they
went out of the palace together. At the thresh-
old they met another old man coming in. "Ah,
brother Christmas," said he, "I have left fine
weather for you! The world is getting old and
dirty; but I carried along a bag full of snow,
and whitened it wherever I could!" And with
that he hurried in to tell his story to the Re-
corder, and then to sleep for another year.
A moment more, and they met the Sun. He
was not tired. The Sun and the Recorder never


are tired. What a glorious face he had! and
the light in his hand was so brilliant, that it
shone for millions of miles.
They began their journey far away in the
east, where all the people bowed down and
worshipped the Sun, but paid no attention to
Christmas. "That is because they do not know
me yet," said the old man. "When they know
me, they will welcome us both as friends, but
worship the King only. Every time I travel
through this part of the world, I look to see if
any one has taught them better. I could tell
them a story, if I had time, that would open
their eyes to the truth, and make them happy
and wise. But my business is only to see what
happens, and tell the Recorder. Some time or
other, I shall have it to tell, that all men know
me, and worship the King. That will be the
best news! The Recorder will stop writing for
very joy; but not until then."
As they came westward with the Sun, they
heard everywhere the sound of chiming bells;
and crowds of people were seen, greeting each
other merrily and with good wishes, and gather-
ing to give thanks to the King. The face of


Christmas brightened, and the Sun made his
light as clear as it could be. "These are all
friends of mine," said Christmas, "and they
worship the King. Every time I come, I find
more and more of them. It was not always so,
-for thousands of years I was not Christmas at
all. The time when I got my name was the
happiest time of my life; and the story that I
told the Recorder then is written on the most
beautiful page of his book, and the King reads
it very often. That was the time when the
Prince Emanuel came down into the world with
me. Ever since then I have been Merry Christ-
mas. Do you not think I have good reason to
be glad that I, of all the Days in the Palace,
should bring the Prince into the world, and hear
the angels sing Peace on Earth and Good-will
to men!"
While they were thus talking they passed
swiftly over many lands, and everywhere the
people welcomed them with great joy. The
merry smiles of Christmas were reflected in all
faces. The chiming of the bells, and the shouts
and laughter of the children, and the greetings
of neighbors and friends, and happy thanksgiv-


ings to the King, filled the air with music.
Everywhere the temples and houses were
wreathed with green boughs and crosses, and
stars of green were set up to remind men of the
Prince Emanuel, and the bright morning star
that shone over Bethlehem. Old Christmas
grew merrier and merrier. He laughed and
sang, and scattered gifts among the people; and
they, in their gladness, gave to one another and
to the poor; but sweeter than the loudest glee
was the tone in which the old man everywhere
said, "Remember the Prince and the King, and
the Glad Tidings." Then they crossed the
great sea; and Christmas went on board' of
every ship they met to bless the sailors, and to
say, Remember who made the storm to cease.
The Prince was once a sailor too!"
At last they reached the shores of the new
land in the West. It was covered with snow,
so pure and white that it looked like the new
page on which the Recorder will one day write
that all men know and serve the King. Pres-
ently Philip saw the house where he lived; and
before he could bid Christmas good by, that
mischievous little winged Dream, which had


been with him invisibly all the time, lifted him
lightly and flew with him right through the
window into his own room. And, lo! his
mother stood by him, saying, "Wake up, little
boy! Christmas is here."
"O ho!" said Philip, "I guess I know that!
I have been round the world with him!"
Whether he really had been journeying or
not, I should like to see the philosopher who
could tell. But one thing I know, that I mean
to do all I can to spread the Glad Tidings, so
that, very soon, Father Christmas, in his travels
round the world, shall find that all men know
him and worship the King; when the Recorder
shall cease writing for very joy; and the mirth,
and love, and charity of Christmas shall fill also
every day in the whole year.


Tuesday, Brother Charles's Wonder Story.

f-.'rHIS is a story of strange old times,
::7' ;: when beasts ard birds could talk,-
].." as they can still, for all I know,-and
men (that is to say, children) could understand
what they said, which I regret to confess has
now become impossible. There are a great
many respects in which the world has improved,
no doubt; but the fact is, the locomotives and
factories and water-wheels keep up such a clat-
ter that we cannot hear any more what flowers
and winds whisper, or birds gossip about among
the leaves in the sociable twilight, or cattle
gravely discuss between meals. Things have
changed and do change wonderfully in this
world, and it is a comfort to remember that
goodness and kindness and happiness do not
alter,-as you will see, dear children, from the
story of Karl the Fiddler.

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Once upon a time, between the age of Abra-
ham and the election of General Grant, there
was a boy whose name was Karl, and he fiddled
for a living. He used to play such lively tunes,
and nod his head so gayly while he played, that
no one could hear him without desiring to
dance; and whenever he had played for five
minutes, you could hear all the toes and heels of
the audience rapping out the tune. He was
accustomed to travel from one place to another,
and to pay for his lodging and his meals with
his violin. He was welcome everywhere.
When the children of any village saw him
coming along the road with his green bag, they
used to leave their play and run to meet him;
and the old women that sat spinning in the
doorways, and the old men that were smoking
their pipes in the sun, greeted him kindly. The
pastor, who was a white-haired man and loved
all children, but especially good ones, often said
that Karl was the best boy he knew, for he was
honest and industrious, and kind to all. "He
deserves," said the pastor, "to be rich as the
Baron, powerful as the Emperor, and happy as a
lark at sunrise." Then Karl would laugh and


answer, "I want nothing of your Barons and
Emperors. As for the lark, he and I know one
another already. I often watch his nest in the
morning, when the lady-lark and all the little
larks make the beds and put everything in order,
while he flies up into the dawn and sings down
to them how beautiful is the world. I under-
stand their language, too; for every one who
lives twelve years without doing harm to any
living thing will have his ears open to hear
what birds and beasts and trees say. And I
heard the wise mother-lark say to the little ones
yesterday, when they had finished reciting their
lessons, "Take note of this, my children, for in
this we are more sensible than men. To be
rich is to have food and shelter; to be powerful
is to do good; to be happy is to love all things
and sing."
"So you see," Karl would add, "according to
the philosophy of the larks, I am rich and pow-
erful and happy. Only I do not sing; but my
violin does that for me." Then he would go
merrily on his way.
One day, in the middle of winter, Karl left
the inn where he had spent the night before, to


go to the great city, miles away, beyond the
woods. The guests all came to the door to bid
him farewell, and the storm seemed so dreadful
to them that they said, "You must not go to-
day, Karl; you will never find your way through
the wood. You will never get there alive."
But he shook his curly head, laughing and say-
ing, "The cold world is a warm world to me; I
am not afraid." Then the landlady put a little
bundle of food in his hand, for fear he might
lose the path and be hungry; and he slung his
green bag over his shoulder, and went on his
way. The winds blew terribly, and as they
rushed by him he heard them say, "Is that you,
Karl ? We are very sorry to knock you about
so roughly, but the fact is we are on a race from
the North Pole to the Equator; and we have
taken such a long start, and got a-going so fast,
that we can't stop. Next summer we'll come
back and play with you among the roses." And
with that away they went, so fast that Karl
could not answer them. The snow fell furi-
ously, so that he could hardly see; but as the
crystal flakes went by, he heard them whisper,
"We are so sorry, Karl, to get in your way; but


the fact is, we were sitting just now on the edge
of a cloud up there, and those rough winds came
by and. jostled us, and we fell off; and we have
been falling so far that we cannot stop." Karl
laughed and said, "No matter; next summer I
shall find you in the brook, and we'll have good
times with the frogs and speckled trout."
Presently he got into the wood. There the
wind was not so strong, but the snow was very
deep. Before long he knew that he had lost
his way. At first he was not frightened, but
went bravely on, expecting soon to get out of
the forest. At last it began to grow dark and
he was very cold and tired; so he sat down in
the snow, by the side of a great tree. But the
snow was so deep that he sunk in out of sight.
So he worked away till he had scooped out a
little cave in it. Into that he crawled, and ate
the supper which the good landlady had given
him. After supper he felt both numb and
sleepy; and, as he did not know how to get any
warmer, he thought he would go to sleep. Just
as he was almost asleep he heard the snow-crys-
tals whispering to him, "Karl, Karl! do not
sleep here! We are doing our best to keep you.


warm; but the closer we keep to you the colder
you grow, and we fear we shall freeze you to
death!" When Karl heard that, he resolved
not to sleep. So, to keep himself awake, he
took out his violin and began with his numb
fingers to play a lively tune. Was not that a
strange thing,-a boy playing a tune on the
violin, at the bottom of a snow-drift, in the mid-
dle of a forest, on a stormy winter's night!
Not half as strange as the next thing that hap-
pened; for just as he was growing so faint with
cold that he could not play much longer, a big,
gruff voice said, "Karl, is that you ?"
Karl scrambled out of his cavern, and looked
about in vain to see who had spoken. There
was nothing but the silent trees, reaching up
from the white snow to the black sky, like pil-
lars on a marble floor, holding up an iron roof.
Presently the voice said again, "Karl, come in
and get warm!" And this time it certainly
came from the tree near which he had been
lying; but it could not be the tree that spoke,
for the voice used not tree-language, but animal-
language, which is as different as can be; and
besides, in the winter the trees are so cold that


they cannot talk at all, but only shiver and chat-
ter their branches, as people that are cold chatter
their teeth. While he looked at the tree and
wondered what this could mean, he saw that it
was hollow, and the hole at the bottom was
stopped with a great snow-ball; but the snow-
ball was strangely agitated, as if trying of itself
to get away. He ran to the spot, and helped
with all his might; and when the ball was a
little moved, so that he could pass by, he crawled
into the hole with his violin as quickly as he
could, and the ball rolled back into its place.
Now who should be in the tree but a bear,-
a great black bear,-who growled out very
kindly to him, with a long yawn, "You have
spoiled my winter nap for me, Karl; I have n't
slept more than six weeks, and here you come
fiddling under my very nose! Well, never
mind! I 'm glad to meet you again. Here,
snuggle up, and warm yourself. I have n't for-
gotten how good you were to me, when you
played the violin for me to dance in the me-
They had a great deal to say about old times,
but unfortunately they did not say it; for just as


the bear was about to relate how he happened
to forsake the menagerie business and take to
the woods, he gave a great snore, and went to
sleep for the rest of the winter. That is a most
remarkable thing. I have often seen people go
to sleep while I was talking, but never when it
was their own turn. But bears are peculiar;
and Karl, understanding their ways, nestled close
to his old friend and fell asleep himself. In the
morning he slipped out, without disturbing the
bear, and found the storm was over. Stepping
lightly on the tops of the drifts, he found his
way before long out of the wood, and at last
into the great city.
Now the king of that.country was a terrible
tyrant. Every one knew it but himself; and as
no one dared to tell him, and he was not ac-
quainted with any other kings who could set
him a good example and make him ashamed of
himself, he actually considered himself the best
and wisest of mankind. Every day he held a
court in the great hall of his palace, and exe-
cuted what he called "justice." He would lis-
ten to each case that was brought before him,
until he either understood the matter, or (what


was much the same thing) got tired of trying to
understand it, and then he would either turn his
head from side to side, or nod it up and down.
If the first, the petition was denied, and the
petitioner was immediately removed, to have his
head cut off. If it was a nod, the petition was
granted, and the petitioner hurried away as fast
as he could, for fear there was some mistake
about it. In either case, all was over in a few
seconds; and as the next applicant for justice
was called in directly, and no time was lost, the
amount of business the king would get through
with in one forenoon was something quite aston-
As Karl stood in the crowd at one side of the
great hall, looking on, the first case for that
morning was called. An Egyptian merchant
came forward and fell at the feet of the king,
declaring his .petition. He claimed as his slave
a poor girl, who was also brought before the
throne, but in chains. The cruel merchant told
a false story, but he felt secure of triumph; for
he had previously bribed the prime minister, and
even sent a handsome sacred cat from Thebes to
the king himself. This cat, which was now


walking about the hall, was pure white all over,
with flaming eyes. As it came near Karl, he
overheard it purring to itself, "How that villain
lies! I am not from Thebes at all; and as for
this poor girl, she used to live in the same street
with me, and I know she is no slave." When
Karl heard that, he was so impressed with the
wickedness of mankind, that, forgetting where
he stood, he gave a long whistle. Everybody
turned that way, to see who could be so daring,
-the king among the rest; and the obedient
guards, who were already watching for the
slightest sign of the royal decision, when they
saw the king's head turn aside in that style, at
once seized the Egyptian merchant, dragged him
out of the royal presence, and before he could
have said Jack Robinson (if he had tried to do
so, which he did n't) cut off his ugly head. As
for the poor girl, you may well believe she did
not stop long to see what had saved her.
But for Karl the situation was embarrassing.
He thought he would try the effect of a little
fiddling upon the company; and, just as the sol-
diers were about to take hold of him, he began
a lively tune. Everybody was delighted; and


the king above all, who, in a few seconds, might
be seen nodding his head to keep time with the
music. Now the offices kept bringing in new
cases for judgment; and there was the king
nodding assent to every one. The first was a
distressed widow, asking protection against her
husband's brother; and she got what she wanted
so quickly that a host of other afflicted and
oppressed persons, who had been afraid to come
before the king, crowded at the foot of the
throne. That was a great morning for busi-
ness! By the time the tune was over, and the
king stopped nodding, no less than two hundred
and seventy-three poor people had got real
justice done them.
A great shouting was then heard from before
the palace; and when the king went out upon
the balcony, lo, there was the population of the
city, full of gladness and praise, because of the
merciful and fatherly conduct of their sovereign.
This set the king a-thinking. He wondered at
first what it all meant; but after several days of
deep meditation, he began to suspect that he
had been a tyrant and a fool. So he rang the
bell for the prime minister, and said to him that


his services were no longer required. Then he
rang again for the chief of police, and to him
he said, "Bring me the fiddler!"
That's the way Karl the fiddler came to be
prime minister; but how on earth it happened
that the lovely, lovely daughter of the king fell
in love with him, and he with her, I never could
tell. Everything else can be explained, in one
way or another; but that sort of thing is quite
incomprehensible. It is certain, however, that,
a few years after the period to which I now
allude, a portly King Karl used to sit with his
peerless bride by his royal side; and a fair-
haired little prince used to write with great
pains in his copy-book the following excel-
lent maxim, composed, it is said, by his royal
sire -

"I am rich, but have only food and shelter;
Powerful, -but only to do good;
Happy, but only because I love all things."


Wednesday, Grandmother's Fairy Story.
'''-`'HOMAS lived in a beautiful house in
S- the country, and had everything that
,. heart could wish. His father was a
lawyer of fame, and was absent in town a good
deal of the time. His mother died when he
was a baby. So Thomas was left a good deal to
himself; and spent most of his time reading
fairy stories and learning how to behave in deal-
ing with enchanted castles, fiery dragons, and
wicked genii and sorcerers. At the time of this
story he was twelve years old; and being per-
fectly versed in this kind of learning, he re-
solved to go out into the wide world to seek his
fortune. He found in the geography a fine
large kingdom, about half-way round the globe,
directly east from where he lived, and resolved
to journey towards the sunrise until he reached
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to marry the king's daughter, and of course
there was no chance of that in a country with-
out a king.
He changed his name at once to Glorioso, in
order to make it fit his princely title, when he
should win one. And, early one morning, when
the stage came by his father's cottage, bound
for the east, he "hooked on behind," and rode
eight or ten miles before they found him out.
Then he had to jump off in a hurry, to escape
the driver's long lash, and he could n't help feel-
ing this method of travelling beneath the dig-
nity of a prince; but nobody would know of it,
so he sat down quite contentedly under a hedge,
and began to resolve what to do next. While
he was resolving he fell asleep, as a good many
other people do under the same circumstances.
Resolving is a tiresome business. Besides, he
had spent the night before in resolving and pre-
paring. So he slept all day. Towards evening
he awoke, feeling quite hungry, and thought it
was time for some adventure which would bring
him a supper. Of course something would
happen. It always did in the stories, and it
always does, when people are seeking their for-


tunes. In fact, it is a universal rule, fit to be
written in copy-books, that, wherever one is,
something is sure to happen, though it is not
always a supper. In this case it was an old
man who came trudging along the road, carry-
ing a large bag. The moment Glorioso saw
him he knew it was a magician, against whom
he must be on his guard. So when the old man
asked him his name and whither he was going,
he concealed his real name of Glorioso, and re-
plied that he was called Thomas, and was going
to the next town to get work. The old man
looked at him keenly, and said, "You'll do;
you had better come along with me. I have
work for you." At these words, our hero con-
gratulated himself on his penetration; for this
was exactly the way a disguised magician would
talk. He consented at once, remembering that
it is necessary first to serve a magician faithfully,
until you get his secret, then take him unawares,
and bind him with his own most powerful charm
deep in the lowest dungeon of his dark castle,
and refuse to let him go, until he has secured
for you the hand of the princess. So they
trudged along together. Presently the old man


said, Thomas is a vulgar name. What is your
other name?" This startled him a little; but
there was no use in trying to deceive a magi-
cian; so he said, "Glorioso." "Capital," ex-
claimed the old man; "it could n't have been
better if you had chosen it for yourself! Your
fortune is made!"
At this, Glorioso could not forbear showing
that he was no ordinary, ignorant boy; so he
said, acutely, "I suppose you mean to take me
into your service, Mr. Magician." The old
man started, and looked at him sharply, then
laughed, and replied, "Well, since you know I
am a magician, I suppose there is no use in
denying it. But we don't like to be recognized
until we get our robes on, and everything ready.
It interferes with our plans. If I employ you,
you must not tell anybody that you are con-
nected with me, or know me." Glorioso prom-
ised, and no more was said until they drew near
the town, just at dark.
"Go to the nearest inn," said the wizard,
"and get your supper and lodging. Here is
money to pay for them. But after everybody is
asleep, you must get up quietly, and come out


here to meet me, and get your instructions for
to-morrow." Glorioso accordingly went to the
nearest inn, and there he found supper just
ready. This seemed to be another proof of the
magician's wisdom, that he should know when
supper was ready at that particular place; but
the fact is, as I think best to confess here, that
the magician knew when supper-time came by
long experience, and not by magic at all.
At the supper-table Glorioso overheard the
people talking about the great wizard who was
expected in town the next day. "In fact," said
one, "I should not wonder if he is here already.
Only nobody knows him by sight." "How
about the princess?" said another. "0, she
must be here too. The giant has got her locked
up somewhere." If Glorioso had not read all
the story-books, this conversation would probably
have startled him somewhat; but he was pre-
pared for it beforehand by his studies, and so he
only said to himself, "So I have the magician
and the giant and the captive princess. Now I
must wait till I find the good fairy. She cannot
be far away!"
At midnight Glorioso stole out of his bed-


room, and went. to the edge of the town to
meet his master, the wizard. To his surprise
he found a large tent in the field where they
had parted a few hours before. It was divided
into a room of considerable size, and two smaller
ones. In one of the smaller rooms, on a camp-
stool, sat the magician, smoking a pipe, and stir-
ring something in a dish, over a charcoal fur-
nace. Through the open space, from which a
curtain had been drawn back, Glorioso saw that
the large room contained a platform, in which
there was a trap-door. On a pile of hay behind
the wizard lay a huge form, snoring heavily,
which he at once recognized as the giant. A
helmet and a heavy club were on the ground at
his side. Glorioso thought for an instant of
pouring the mysterious broth on the magician,
so as to scald him to death, and then hitting the
giant over the head with his own club. But he
gave up the idea, recollecting that it is not safe
to play such games as that, without the assist-
ance of a fairy or the wife of the ogre. Be-
sides, he had not yet seen the princess; and a
good deal would depend upon the question
whether she was pretty or not; for Glorioso had


a good heart, and had resolved, crown or no
crown, not to marry without love, and whether
he loved the princess, how could he tell without
seeing her ?
The magician looked up as he entered, and
nodded kindly, saying, "Wait a few minutes, till
I get through with my porridge. Hunting up
the giant and the princess, and erecting the
Temple of Sorcery here, has made my supper
late, and given me an appetite. While I am
eating you can go into the Temple and dress
yourself. You are a prince, you know; and
yonder is your court dress." This was a new
proof of the wizard's wonderful knowledge; for
how should he know that Glorioso was a prince,
when nobody had told him ? As for our hero
himself, he took it all very coolly, being quite
prepared for it, though his head might well
have been turned at this sudden realization of
his ambition. Only one day away from home,
and a prince already.
He went into the Temple of Sorcery, which
looked barren and gloomy enough, being only
illuminated by the candle burning in the magi-
cian's apartment, and by the misty moonlight,


streaming in through an opening at the farther
end. Here he put on the clothes which had
been given him, and found that they fitted him
exactly, as of course they would, being provided
by a sorcerer. They were of bright colors, and
flashed with jewels, evidently of the most pre-
cious varieties. There was also a diamond-
hiked sword, just suitable for a prince, though
it would not come out of its scabbard; and
finally, there was a velvet cap with a long feather,
which Glorioso placed upon his head, and which
made him feel, as well as look, several inches
taller. When he was fully equipped, he turned
around, as if to admire himself on all sides,
though, as there was no looking-glasses, I am
sure I don't see how turning around could help
him any, since his eyes turned with the rest of
him. But when his revolution had brought his
face towards the apartment corresponding to
that of the magician, he saw that the curtain
separating it from the Temple had been lifted;
and lo! there stood the loveliest little being im-
aginable, with golden hair and blue eyes, all
,dressed in white. She was looking at him and
smiling; and he heard her say, "So that is the


new prince; he is very handsome!" And with
that, seeing the prince's eyes fixed upon her,
she dropped the curtain in a hurry and dis-
Glorioso's heart rapped loudly at his ribs, as
if saying, "That is she; O let me get out and
run after her." But just then the sorcerer
called out to the giant, Come, Lazybones, stir
yourself! We must try this youngster. Wake
up! or you '11 get no wages from me!"
With that, the giant arose slowly, and undoubled
and stretched himself, until it seemed as if he
would poke his head through the roof, yawning
at the same time as though he would swallow
the whole Temple. "Hang the youngster," he
grumbled, "what have I got to do with him?
I know what I have to do, well enough. The
girl is my business. I thought, when the last
prince ran away, you would not try any more of
that nonsense."
"Be quiet, you fool," replied the other, "he
will hear you. I must have a prince, I tell you,
for the last grand act, where you carry them
both off, one under each arm. I mean to shoot
him too. That always has a fine effect."


Glorioso trembled just a little, when he over-
heard this terrible conversation; but he took
courage when he remembered that all these
schemes would certainly fail, because the inno-
cence and beauty of the princess, and the bravery
and ingenuity of the prince, and the power and
friendship of the good fairy, are always too
much for their malignant foes. In a moment
more the giant and the magician entered the
Temple of Sorcery. "Pick him up," said the
wizard, "and see if you can swing him." With
that the prince found himself, by a strong hand
grasping his waistband, suddenly lifted from the
ground, and swung rapidly several times around
the giant's head. Then he was set down, dizzy
and indignant. He immediately resolved upon
vengeance, which, however, he thought it pru-
dent to postpone. But now the magician said to
him, in a quick and peremptory way, "Jump
upon the platform, and let me see whether you
can stand fire. Here! I will show you what
you are to do. You must take this bullet, and
put it in your mouth. Then, when I fire at
you, you must hold the bullet firmly between
your teeth, so that it can be seen. That is the


whole secret." So Glorioso stood on the plat-
form, while the magician loaded a pistol, took
aim, and fired at him. He did not flinch at all;
and his new master, well pleased, said the lesson
was over, and they would all go to bed. So the
giant returned to his heap of hay, and Glorioso
was told to put on his old clothes again and re-
turn to the inn, since he had already paid for his
lodging there, and might as well get the worth
of his money. Then the magician also, blow-
ing out the candle, lay down opposite the giant,
and fell asleep immediately.
The prince could not basely go back to bed
and leave in captivity the lovely being whom he
had seen and admired for one instant, and was
determined to serve all his life. So, instead of
returning to the town, he stole softly around the
outside of the tent, until he was opposite the
apartment of the princess. He regretted greatly
that he possessed no guitar,-I would say, lute,
-and that he could not have played upon such
a thing if he had it; for this was the proper
occasion for a serenade, at the sound of which
the princess would come forth, relate her woes,
and resolve to fly, fly with her devoted cham-


pion. But while he wondered whether a little
judicious sighing, or perhaps singing, might not
awake the lady without disturbing her guardians,
behold the curtain of the tent was raised, and
the princess stood before him. She now wore a
crown, in which gleamed gems of the most ex-
traordinary size; her neck was hung with heavy
chains of gold, and the amount of gorgeous silk,
velvet, and ermine displayed in her dress was
quite astonishing.. Smiling in a frank and fear-
less way,-and oh, what white teeth she showed
when she smiled!-she came out into the
moonlight, and held out her hand.
"Are you going to stay," said she, "or will
you steal and run away, like the last one ? I am
glad he is gone. I did not like him; he used to
pinch me when we played together, and step on
my toes in the Spanish dance. When he ran
away, he wanted me to go too, but I would not;
and when they found he was gone, they went
after him and caught him and put him in prison.
Yesterday the old man went over and got the
things he stole, and brought them back in a
bag. While he was gone, the giant-he is very
good to me, though he hurts me sometimes-


brought us here in the wagon. I had a great
mind to run away myself, before the old man
got back, but I was afraid, and Bridget said
"Who is Bridget ? asked Glorioso. "0, she
is the giant's wife. Before they came, I had a
hard life. The old man used to keep bears and
monkeys, and I had to go into the dens. But
Bridget says, when the time comes, she will help
me to get away and find my parents."
"Fair princess," said Glorioso, recalling as
much as he could of the manner in which the
chivalrous young princes generally addressed
their ladies, "who are thy parents, and where do
they dwell? And by what name may I call
"You need n't talk to me now in that way,"
said she, laughing quite like a little girl, "we
shall have plenty of that, and you will get tired
of it, as I am. They call me the Princess Favo-
letta in public, but you can call me Pet, if you
like. That was my name at home, far away in
another country, across the sea. I was stolen
and carried away, and brought across the ocean,
and sold to this old man. He is not very cruel


now, though he makes me work hard and travel
about all the time. I have had to sit up all this
evening until now, to make and fit my new
dress for to-morrow."
How splendid it is !" cried Glorioso; "what
magnificent jewels!"
"Pshaw !" said Pet, "don't be foolish. They
are nothing but trash."
Glorioso thought nobody but a princess could
speak in that way of diamonds and pearls.
"Princess, I mean Pet," said he, "let us
both run away from this odious place to-night.
I know the country where your royal father
resides. We will fly hither; only we must
have a fairy to keep back the magician from
pursuing us."
"Is it a fairy ye want?" said a rough but
kindly voice from the tent, "sure I'll be yer
fairy, if that's all, an' I '11 kape the would man
back till well into the morning Av ye make
good time, ye 'll get out of the way entirely. Is
it herself, young man, as comes from my little
gurl's father ? Faith, yer a small body for a big
business; but ye've managed it purty well so far,
an' that's the truth."


"That's Bridget," said the princess. "O
Bridget! I am going home to my father!"
And with that she cried a little, just for joy, and
looked more lovely than ever.
Thomas-bless me! I mean Glorioso-could
not contain himself for pride and pleasure. The
fairy was disguised as an ugly old woman in a
broad frilled cap, but of course she could assume
her own beautiful form whenever she chose; and
at any rate, she looked beautiful already to him,
because she was so friendly, and promised her
help in the rescue of the Princess Favoletta.
He grew more and more confident, and pro-
tested that he was the only person destined to
convey her home. He was even anxious to start
at once, but the fairy Bridget told them they
must leave the handsome clothes behind. "Av
ye carry off wan o' thim thrifles," said she, evi-
dently trying to speak like a common person,
though it was of no use, since he had recognized
her at once, by virtue of his perfect acquaintance
with fairy matters,-"av ye carry off wan o'
thim thrifles, sure he'll follow yez to the ind
o' the warruld."
So Glorioso went softly back and doffed his


fine feathers. Then he returned and waited im-
patiently outside until the princess had changed
her clothes likewise. When she reappeared in a
plain brown dress, with a little hood of the same
color over her bright hair, she seemed, if possi-
ble, more charming than ever. At the last mo-
ment the fairy almost changed her mind about
letting them go. She began to cry like any
mortal, and sobbed that she never should hear
of her darling again. "You can come to us at
any time, you know," said Glorioso. "Indade
I could," said she, "anywhere on this side of the
say, but not in thim would countries, barrin' it's
Ireland." Then Glorioso recalled that every
fairy has her sphere, and possesses no power or
knowledge outside of it. So, on the spur of the
moment, he whispered to her the name and
address of his father, adding, "He is my-that
is, he is a very worthy man, who manages some
affairs for me, and I will let him know what
happens to us. So you need only go there to
find out how the princess is getting along."
Thereupon they bade her good by, and hurried
away, the giant and the magician snoring a fine
duet as they passed.


They took a road that led away to one side
of the town, as they wished to avoid meeting
anybody, and when this led them into another
road, Glorioso, who did not wish to appear igno-
rant, boldly strode off toward the quarter where
the moon was shining, which happened to be
the west. The fact is, he was so charmed with
the face of the princess, that he wanted to keep
it in the moonlight all the time, and did not
pay proper attention to other matters. This is
frequently the effect of the moon under such
It requires great strength of mind to es-
cort a lovely princess home by moonlight,
and not take the longest road. Glorioso, how-
ever, thought, "Presently we shall come to a
lake, and on it there will be a boat, which will
begin to go of itself as soon as we get into it."
But they came instead, after walking several
hours, into a deep, dark wood. However, this
also was provided for in the story-books.
" Never fear, dear princess," spoke the brave
Glorioso, "in the midst of this wood dwells a
venerable hermit with a long gray beard, who
will hospitably entertain us, and direct us to his


brother, a hundred years older than he, who will
tell us all we desire to know."
You may think this was too confident; but
you must bear in mind that up to this time
everything had turned out, from the beginning,
just as he expected. But now his faith was
sorely tried; for the princess grew very tired,
and the way seemed as if it would never end.
At last, when they despaired of finding the hut
of the venerable hermit, they saw the end of the
wood close before them and the open country
beyond. The moon had set, and it was now
quite dark; so the princess said she would sit
down under the last trees on the brow of the
hill, to rest until morning.
Glorioso was glad to consent, for he too was
very weary. "Fair lady," said he, "recline
upon these gathered leaves, until the dawn,
which is not far off, shall appear. It is indeed a
sorry couch for one of your rank."
Now the fair lady, being so tired, was a little
cross, and snapped him up sharply. "I wish
you would stop that nonsense. Now that we
have got away from it, I want to forget all about
it; but you keep pretending and pretending, just


to tease me. One would suppose you thought
me a real princess, instead of a make-believe."
Glorioso could scarcely believe his ears. "Are
you not, then?" he began.
"Of course not," said she; "who ever said I
was? I am nothing but a wretched girl, stolen
away from her father-"
"The king," put in Glorioso.
"The fiddle-dedee!" said Pet, pettishly; and
then suddenly turning towards him she cried
out, "I don't believe you know my father at all,
and you cannot take me home. Why did I
leave Bridget ? O dear, O dear !" and she sobbed
as if her heart would break.
For a few moments nothing was said. Noth-
ing can be said to a woman while she is crying.
But at last she wiped away her tears, and pro-
ceeded more calmly. "You will take me back
in the morning, won't you? I know you are
kind and good, and meant to help me, though I
cannot understand it at all. But you will take
me back-"
"To the magician?" asked Glorioso.
"To the travelling juggler, who exhibits the
Irish giant and the Spanish Princess Favoletta

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