{"collection":"myth-cosmogony","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_24778/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_24778","id":"gutenberg_24778","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/24778","summary":null,"tags":["Category: Children & Young Adult Reading","Category: Mythology, Legends & Folklore","Children's Picture Books","Children's poetry","Children's stories","Fairy tales","Nursery rhymes","Picture books for children"],"text":"Produced by Jacqueline Jeremy, Janet Blenkinship and the\nOnline Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net\n(This file was produced from images generously made\navailable by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.)\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nTHE\n\nNATIONAL NURSERY BOOK.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n   THE NATIONAL\n\n   NURSERY BOOK.\n\n   COMPRISING\n\n   RED RIDING-HOOD.\n   PUSS-IN-BOOTS.\n   MOTHER HUBBARD.\n   COCK ROBIN'S DEATH.\n   JACK AND BEAN-STALK.\n   TOM THUMB.\n   CINDERELLA.\n   THE THREE BEARS.\n   PUNCH AND JUDY.\n   THE PETS.\n   NURSERY SONGS.\n   NURSERY RHYMES.\n   NURSERY DITTIES.\n   NURSERY TALES.\n   NURSERY JINGLES.\n\n   WITH\n\n   _ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY ILLUSTRATIONS_.\n\n   London:\n   FREDERICK WARNE AND CO.,\n\n   BEDFORD STREET, COVENT GARDEN.\n   NEW YORK: SCRIBNER, WELFORD, AND ARMSTRONG.\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration]\n\nCONTENTS.\n\n\n   RED RIDING-HOOD.\n   PUSS-IN-BOOTS.\n   MOTHER HUBBARD.\n   COCK ROBIN'S DEATH.\n   JACK AND THE BEAN-STALK.\n   TOM THUMB.\n   CINDERELLA.\n   THE THREE BEARS.\n   PUNCH AND JUDY.\n   THE PETS.\n   NURSERY SONGS.\n   NURSERY RHYMES.\n   NURSERY DITTIES.\n   NURSERY TALES.\n   NURSERY JINGLES.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nPREFACE.\n\n\nThe Publishers offer in this little volume well known and long loved\nstories to their young readers. The tales which have delighted the\nchildren of many generations will, they feel assured, be equally welcome\nin the nurseries of the present day, which, with the popularity and\nantiquity of the contents of the volume, justify them in styling it THE\nNATIONAL NURSERY BOOK.\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration]\n\nRED RIDING-HOOD.\n\n\nOnce upon a time there lived on the borders of a great forest a woodman\nand his wife who had one little daughter, a sweet, kind child, whom\nevery one loved. She was the joy of her mother's heart, and to please\nher, the good woman made her a little scarlet cloak and hood, and the\nchild looked so pretty in it that everybody called her Little Red\nRiding-Hood.\n\n\n[Illustration: RED RIDING HOOD PREPARING FOR HER JOURNEY.]\n\nOne day her mother told her she meant to send her to her grandmother--a\nvery old woman who lived in the heart of the wood--to take her some\nfresh butter and new-laid eggs and a nice cake. Little Red Riding-Hood\nwas very pleased to be sent on this errand, for she liked to do kind\nthings, and it was so very long since she had seen her grandmother\nthat she had almost forgotten what the dame looked like.\n\n[Illustration: LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD GATHERING FLOWERS.]\n\n\n_THE WOLF._\n\nThe sun was shining brightly, but it was not too warm under the shade of\nthe old trees, and Red Riding-Hood sang with glee as she gathered a\ngreat bunch of wild flowers to give to her grandmother. She sang so\nsweetly that a cushat dove flew down from a tree and followed her. Now,\nit happened that a wolf, a very cruel, greedy creature, heard her song\nalso, and longed to eat her for his breakfast, but he knew Hugh, the\nwoodman, was at work very near, with his great dog, and he feared they\nmight hear Red Riding-Hood cry out, if he frightened her, and then they\nwould kill him. So he came up to her very gently and said, \"Good day,\nLittle Red Riding-Hood; where are you going?\"\n\n\"To see my grandmother,\" said the child, \"and take her a present from\nmother of eggs and butter and cake.\"\n\n\"Where does your grandmamma live?\" asked the wolf.\n\n\"Quite in the middle of the wood,\" she replied.\n\n\"Oh! I think I know the house. Good day, Red Riding-Hood.\" And the wolf\nran off as fast as he could\n\n\n_AT PLAY IN THE WOOD._\n\nLittle Red Riding-Hood was not in a hurry, and there were many things to\namuse her in the wood. She ran after the white and yellow butterflies\nthat danced before her, and sometimes she caught one, but she always let\nit go again, for she never liked to hurt any creature.\n\n[Illustration: THE WOLF FOLLOWS LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD.]\n\nAnd then there were the merry, cunning little squirrels to watch,\ncracking nuts on the branches of the old trees, and every now and then a\nrabbit would hurry away through the tall ferns, or a great bee come\nbuzzing near her, and she would stop to watch it gathering honey from\nthe flowers, and wild thyme. So she went on very slowly. By-and-by she\nsaw Hugh, the woodman. \"Where are you going, Little Red Riding-Hood,\"\nsaid he, \"all alone?\"\n\n[Illustration: LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD CATCHING BUTTERFLIES.]\n\n\"I am going to my grandmamma's,\" said the child. \"Good day; I must make\nhaste now, for it grows late.\"\n\n\n_GRANDMOTHER AND THE WOLF._\n\nWhile Little Red Riding-Hood was at play in the wood, the great wolf\ngalloped on as fast as he could to the old woman's house. Grandmother\nlived all by herself, but once or twice a-day a neighbour's child came\nto tidy her house and get her food. Now, grandmother was very feeble,\nand often kept her bed; and it happened that she was in bed the day\nLittle Red Riding-Hood went to see her. When the wolf reached the\ncottage door he tapped.\n\n\"Who is there?\" asked the old dame.\n\n\"Little Red Riding-Hood, granny,\" said the wolf, trying to speak like\nthe child.\n\n\"Come in, my dear,\" said the old lady, who was a little deaf. \"Pull the\nstring and the latch will come up.\"\n\nThe wolf did as she told him, went in, and you may think how frightened\npoor grandmother was when she saw him standing by her bed instead of\nLittle Red Riding-Hood.\n\n\n_RED RIDING-HOOD AT THE DOOR._\n\nVery soon the wolf, who was quite hungry after his run, eat up poor\ngrandmother. Indeed, she was not enough for his breakfast, and so he\nthought he would like to eat sweet Red Riding-Hood also. Therefore he\ndressed himself in granny's nightcap and got into bed, and waited for\nthe child to knock at the door. But he waited a long time.\n\n[Illustration: THE WOLF AT THE GRANDMOTHER'S COTTAGE.]\n\nBy and by Little Red Riding-Hood reached her grandmother's house, and\ntapped at the door.\n\n[Illustration: RED RIDING HOOD AT HER GRANDMOTHER'S DOOR.]\n\n\"Come in,\" said the wolf, in a squeaking voice. \"Pull the string, and\nthe latch will come up.\"\n\nRed Riding-Hood thought grandmother must have a cold, she spoke so\nhoarsely; but she went in at once, and there lay her granny, as she\nthought, in bed.\n\n\"If you please, grandmamma, mother sends you some butter and eggs,\" she\nsaid.\n\n\"Come here, dear,\" said the wicked wolf, \"and let me kiss you,\" and Red\nRiding-Hood obeyed.\n\n\n_THE WOLF AND THE CHILD._\n\nBut when Red Riding-Hood saw the wolf she felt frightened. She had\nnearly forgotten grandmother, but she did not think she had been so\nugly.\n\n\"Grandmamma,\" she said, \"what a great nose you have.\"\n\n\"All the better to smell with, my dear,\" said the wolf.\n\n\"And, grandmamma, what large ears you have.\"\n\n\"All the better to hear with, my dear.\"\n\n\"Ah! grandmamma, and what large eyes you have.\"\n\n\"All the better to see with, my dear,\" said the wolf, showing his teeth,\nfor he longed to eat the child up.\n\n\"Oh, grandmamma, and what great teeth you have!\" said Red Riding-Hood.\n\n[Illustration: LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD DISCOVERS THE WOLF.]\n\n\"All the better to eat you up with,\" growled the wolf, and, jumping out\nof bed, he rushed at Red Riding-Hood and would have eaten her up, but\njust at that minute the door flew open and a great dog tore him down.\nThe wolf and the dog were still fighting when Hugh, the woodman, came in\nand killed the wicked wolf with his axe.\n\n[Illustration: DEATH OF THE WOLF.]\n\n\n_DEATH OF THE WOLF._\n\nLittle Red Riding-Hood threw her arms round the woodman Hugh's neck and\nkissed him, and thanked him again and again.\n\n\"Oh, you good, kind Hugh,\" she said, \"how did you know the wolf was\nhere, in time to save me?\"\n\n\"Well,\" said Hugh, \"when you were gone by, I remembered that a wolf had\nbeen seen about the wood lately, and I thought I would just come after\nyou and see if you were safe. When we came near grandmother's house Trim\nsniffed and ran to the door and whined, and then he pushed it open--you\nhad not shut it close--and rushed in, and I followed him, and between us\nwe have killed the wolf.\"\n\nThen Hugh took the child home, and her mother and father could not thank\nhim enough for saving Little Red Riding-Hood.\n\n\n\n\nPUSS IN BOOTS.\n\n\nOnce upon a time there was a miller who had three sons. When he died he\nleft his mill to the eldest son, his ass to the second son, and his cat\nto the youngest, who had always been his favourite.\n\nThe two eldest sons resolved to live together; but they would not let\ntheir brother live with them, because he had only a cat. So the poor lad\nwas very sorrowful, and wondered what he should do to get his bread.\nWhile he was sitting thinking about it, Puss jumped up on the table, and\ntouched him with her paw.\n\n[Illustration: PUSS CONSOLING THE MILLER'S SON.]\n\n\"My dear master,\" she said, \"do not fret. I will get your living for\nyou. Only you must buy me a pair of boots and give me a bag.\"\n\n[Illustration: PUSS CATCHING THE RABBITS.]\n\nThe miller's son had very little money, but he thought it such a\nwonderful thing to hear a cat talk that he could not refuse her request.\nSo he took Puss to the shoemaker's, and got him to make her a very smart\npair of boots, and then he gave her a nice large bag.\n\n\n_THE RABBIT WARREN._\n\nNow, not far from the mill there was a rabbit warren, and Puss resolved\nto catch some rabbits for dinner. So she put some lettuce leaves and\nfine parsley into her bag, went into the warren, and held the bag very\nquietly open, hiding herself behind it. And little greedy rabbits, who\nknew no better, ran into it, to have a feast. Directly they were safe\nin, Puss pulled the string of the bag, and carried them off to her\nmaster. The miller's son killed them, and cooked one for dinner; but\nPuss took away the other, which was a very fine one, and hung it up for\ntheir next day's meal.\n\nBut although their larder was thus provided, early the next day Puss\ntook her bag and went again into the warren, and in the same manner\ncaught two more fine young rabbits. But instead of carrying them home\nshe walked to the king's palace and knocked at the door.\n\n\n_PUSS AT THE PALACE._\n\nThe king's porter asked who was there. \"I have brought a present to the\nking,\" said Puss. \"Please let me see his majesty.\"\n\nThe porter let her in, and when Puss came into the king's presence she\nmade a low bow, and, taking a fine rabbit out of her bag, said, \"My Lord\nMarquis of Carrabas sends this rabbit to your majesty with his\nrespects.\"\n\n[Illustration: PUSS MAKES A PRESENT TO THE KING.]\n\n\"I am much obliged to the marquis,\" said the king, and he ordered his\nhead cook to dress the rabbit for dinner.\n\n[Illustration: PUSS CALLS ON THE OGRE.]\n\nBy the king's side sat his daughter, a very beautiful lady. She ordered\none of the attendants to give Puss a good cup of cream, which she\nliked very much; and she went home and told her master all she had done.\nThe miller's son laughed; but every morning Puss caught a rabbit, and\ncarried it to the palace with the same message.\n\n\n_THE OGRE._\n\nNow, in that country there lived a cruel ogre, who used to eat children,\nso everybody was afraid of him; but nobody could kill him, he was such a\ngiant. One day Puss went to call on him. He received her civilly, for he\ndid not care to eat cats, so Puss sat down, and began to talk:--\"I\nhear,\" she said, \"great Ogre, that you are so clever, that you can turn\nyourself into any creature you please.\"\n\n\"Yes, so I can,\" said the ogre.\n\n\"Dear me,\" said Puss, \"how much I should like to see your ogreship do\nit.\"\n\nThen the ogre, who liked to show how clever he was, turned himself into\na lion, and roared so loudly that Puss was quite frightened, and jumped\nout of the way. Then he changed back into an ogre again. Puss praised\nhim a great deal, and then said, \"Can your ogreship become a small\nanimal as well as a large one?\"\n\n\"Oh, yes,\" said the vain ogre; and he changed himself into a little\nmouse. Directly Puss saw him in this form she jumped at him and killed\nhim on the spot.\n\n\n_THE MARQUIS OF CARRABAS._\n\nThen Puss ran home and bade her master go and bathe in the river, and he\nshould see what she would do for him. The miller's son obeyed; and while\nhe was in the water, Puss took away all his clothes, and hid them under\na large stone. Now, the king's carriage came in sight soon after, just\nas Puss had expected, for he always drove in that direction, and\ndirectly she saw it, she began to cry very loudly, \"Help, help, for\nmy Lord the Marquis of Carrabas.\" The king put his head out, and asked\nwhat was the matter.\n\n[Illustration: PUSS ASKS HELP FOR HIS MASTER.]\n\n\"Oh, your majesty,\" said Puss, \"my master the marquis was bathing, and\nsome one has taken away his clothes. He will catch the cramp and be\ndrowned.\"\n\n[Illustration: PUSS THREATENS THE REAPERS.]\n\nThen the king ordered one of his attendants to ride back to the palace\nand get a suit of his own clothes for the marquis, \"who had so often\nsent him gifts,\" he said. And when they were brought, Puss took them to\nher master, and helped him to dress in them.\n\n\n_PUSS FRIGHTENS THE REAPERS._\n\nThe miller's son looked quite like a gentleman in the king's clothes,\nand when he went to thank his majesty for them, the king asked him to\nget into the coach and he would drive him home. Then Puss told the\ncoachman where to go, and ran on before and came to some reapers.\n\"Reapers,\" said she, \"if the king asks you whose field this is, say it\nbelongs to the Marquis of Carrabas; if you don't say so, you shall be\nchopped up as small as mincemeat.\"\n\nThe reapers were so frightened that they promised to obey her. And she\nran on and told all the other labourers on the road to say the same. So\nwhen the king asked, \"To whom do these fine fields belong?\" the reapers\nanswered, \"To the Marquis of Carrabas.\" The herdsmen said the same of\nthe cattle, and the king, turning to the miller's son, said, \"My lord,\nyou have a fine property.\" But all had belonged really to the ogre, for\nit was to his castle the cunning cat had told the coachman to drive.\n\n\n_THE CASTLE._\n\nAt last the coach stopped at the Ogre's castle, and Puss came out, and\nbowing very low, said, \"Your majesty and the princess are welcome to\nthe castle of my Lord Marquis of Carrabas.\"\n\n[Illustration: THE KING AND PRINCESS VISIT THE MARQUIS.]\n\nThe king was delighted, for it was indeed a very nice castle, full of\nriches. They sat down to a great feast, which Puss ordered to be served,\nand the king was so pleased with the miller's son and thought him such a\ngood match for the princess, that he invited him to court, and in a\nlittle while gave him his daughter for his wife, and made him a prince.\n\n[Illustration: MARRIAGE OF THE MARQUIS AND PRINCESS.]\n\nYou may be quite sure that the miller's son was very grateful to Puss\nfor his good fortune, and she never had to catch mice for her dinner any\nmore, for dainty meat and the best cream were every day given to Puss in\nBoots.\n\n\n\n\nOLD MOTHER HUBBARD.\n\n\n   Old Mother Hubbard\n   Went to the cupboard\n     To get her poor Dog a bone;\n   But when she came there\n   The cupboard was bare,\n     And so the poor Dog had none.\n\n[Illustration: OLD MOTHER HUBBARD AND HER DOG.]\n\n   She went to the baker's\n     To buy him some bread,\n   But when she came back\n     The poor Dog looked dead.\n\n[Illustration: THE DOG LOOKING DEAD.]\n\n   She went to the hatter's\n     To buy him a hat,\n   But when she came back\n     He was feeding the cat.\n\n   She went to the barber's\n     To buy him a wig,\n   But when she came back\n     He was dancing a jig.\n\n   She went to the joiner's\n     To buy him a coffin,\n   But when she came back\n     The poor Dog was laughing.\n\n   She took a clean dish\n     To get him some tripe,\n   But when she came back\n     He was smoking a pipe.\n\n[Illustration: THE DOG SMOKING A PIPE.]\n\n[Illustration: THE DOG STANDING ON HIS HEAD.]\n\n   She went to the ale-house\n     To get him some beer,\n   But when she came back\n     The Dog sat in a chair.\n\n   She went to the tavern\n     For white wine and red,\n   But when she came back\n    The Dog stood on his head.\n\n   She went to the fruiterer's\n     To buy him some fruit,\n   But when she came back\n     He was playing the flute.\n\n   She went to the tailor's,\n     To buy him a coat,\n   But when she came back\n     He was riding a goat.\n\n[Illustration: THE DOG PLAYING THE FLUTE.]\n\n[Illustration: THE DOG SPINNING.]\n\n   She went to the sempstress\n     To buy him some linen,\n   But when she came back\n     The Dog was a-spinning.\n\n   She went to the hosier's\n     To buy him some hose,\n   But when she came back\n     He was dressed in his clothes.\n\n   She went to the cobbler's\n     To buy him some shoes,\n   But when she came back\n     He was reading the news.\n\n   The Dame made a curtsey,\n     The Dog made a bow;\n   The Dame said, \"Your servant;\"\n     The Dog said, \"Bow-wow!\"\n\n[Illustration: THE DOG READING THE NEWS.]\n\n[Illustration: THE DOG MADE A BOW.]\n\n   This wonderful Dog\n     Was Dame Hubbard's delight;\n   He could sing, he could dance,\n     He could read, he could write.\n\n   So she gave him rich dainties\n     Whenever he fed,\n   And erected a monument\n     When he was dead.\n\n\n\n\nCOCK ROBIN.\n\n\n   Who killed Cock Robin?\n     I, said the Sparrow,\n     With my bow and arrow.\n   I killed Cock Robin.\n\n[Illustration: THE SPARROW, COCK ROBIN, AND THE FISH.]\n\n[Illustration: THE LINNET, THE DOVE, AND COCK ROBIN.]\n\n   Who saw him die?\n     I, said the Fly,\n     With my little eye.\n   I saw him die.\n\n   Who caught his blood?\n     I, said the Fish,\n     With my little dish.\n   I caught his blood.\n\n   Who'll carry him to the grave?\n     I, said the Kite,\n     If it's not in the night.\n   I'll carry him to the grave.\n\n   Who'll carry the link?\n     I, said the Linnet,\n     I'll fetch it in a minute.\n   I'll carry the link.\n\n[Illustration: THE KITE AND COCK ROBIN.]\n\n[Illustration: THE OWL, THE BEETLE, AND COCK ROBIN.]\n\n   Who'll make his shroud?\n     I, said the Beetle,\n     With my thread and needle.\n   I'll make his shroud.\n\n   Who'll dig his grave?\n     I, said the Owl,\n     With my spade and shovel.\n   I'll dig his grave.\n\n   Who'll toll the bell?\n     I, said the Bull,\n     Because I can pull.\n   I'll pull the bell.\n\n[Illustration: THE BULL TOLLING THE BELL]\n\n[Illustration: THE ROOK AND THE LARK]\n\n   Who'll be the Parson?\n     I, said the Rook,\n     With my little book.\n   I'll be the Parson.\n\n   Who'll be the Clerk?\n     I, said the Lark,\n     If it's not in the dark.\n   I'll be the Clerk.\n\n   Who'll be chief mourner?\n     I, said the Dove,\n     For I mourn for my love.\n   I'll be chief mourner.\n\n   Who'll sing a psalm?\n     I, said the Thrush,\n     As she sat in a bush.\n   I'll sing a psalm.\n\n[Illustration: THE THRUSH.]\n\n[Illustration: SIGHING AND SOBBING FOR POOR COCK ROBIN.]\n\n   All the birds of the air\n     Fell a-sighing and sobbing\n   When they heard the bell toll\n     For poor Cock Robin.\n\n\n\n\nJACK & THE BEAN-STALK.\n\n\nOnce upon a time there was a poor widow who lived in a little cottage\nwith her only son Jack.\n\n[Illustration: JACK SELLS A COW FOR SOME BEANS.]\n\nJack was a giddy, thoughtless boy, but very kind-hearted and\naffectionate. There had been a hard winter, and after it the poor woman\nhad suffered from fever and ague. Jack did no work as yet, and by\ndegrees they grew dreadfully poor. The widow saw that there was no means\nof keeping Jack and herself from starvation but by selling her cow; so\none morning she said to her son, \"I am too weak to go myself, Jack, so\nyou must take the cow to market for me, and sell her.\" Jack liked going\nto market to sell the cow very much; but as he was on the way, he met a\nbutcher who had some beautiful beans in his hand. Jack stopped to look\nat them, and the butcher told the boy that they were of great value, and\npersuaded him to sell the cow for them! And Jack was so silly as to\nconsent to this foolish bargain.\n\n[Illustration: THE BEAN-STALK GROWS OUT OF SIGHT IN A NIGHT.]\n\nWhen he brought them home to his mother instead of the money she\nexpected for her nice cow, she was very vexed and shed many tears,\nscolding Jack for his folly. He was very sorry; but, he said, he might\nas well make the best of his bargain, so he put the seed-beans into the\nground close by the side of the steep hill under shelter of which their\ncottage was built, and went to bed. The next morning when he got up, he\nfound that the beans had grown, till the bean stalks reached right over\nthe top of the hill, and were lost to his sight. Greatly surprised, he\ncalled his mother, and they both gazed in silent wonder at the\nbean-stalk, which was not only of great height, but was thick enough to\nbear Jack's weight.\n\n\"I wonder where it goes?\" said Jack to his mother; \"I think I will climb\nup and see.\"\n\nHis mother wished him not to venture up this strange ladder, but Jack\ncoaxed her to give her consent to the attempt, for he was certain there\nmust be something wonderful in the bean-stalk.\n\nJack instantly began to climb, and went up and up on the ladder-like\nbean till every thing he had left behind him, the cottage, the village,\nand even the tall church tower, looked quite little, and still he did\nnot see the top of the bean stalk.\n\nJack felt a little tired, and thought for a moment that he would go back\nagain; but he was a very persevering boy, and he knew that the way to\nsucceed in anything is not to give up. So after resting for a moment he\nwent on, and at last reached the top of the bean, and found himself in a\nbeautiful country, finely wooded; and not far from the place where he\nhad got off the bean-stalk stood a fine and strong castle.\n\nJack wondered very much that he had never heard of or seen this castle\nbefore; but when he reflected on the subject, he saw that it was as much\nseparated from the village by the perpendicular rock on which it stood\nas if it were in another land.\n\nWhile Jack was standing looking at the castle, a very strange-looking\nwoman came out of the wood and advanced towards him.\n\n[Illustration: JACK CLIMBS THE BEAN-STALK.]\n\nJack took off his hat to the old lady, and she said, pointing to the\ncastle, \"Boy, that castle belongs to you. A wicked giant killed your\nfather, and took it from your mother; try and win it back from the\nmonster who now has it.\" As she ceased speaking she suddenly\ndisappeared, and of course Jack knew she was a fairy.\n\n[Illustration: JACK ASKS ABOUT THE CASTLE.]\n\nHe was much surprised; however, he walked up to the castle door and\nknocked, and an old giantess came out. She did not wait till he spoke,\nbut pulled him in at once, for she thought he would make a nice supper\nfor her when her husband was asleep. Just at that moment, however, she\nheard the giant's step approaching, so she put Jack into a press, and\ntold him to hide there, or the giant would eat him. As soon as the Ogre\ncame in, he cried in a terrible voice\n\n   \"Fee, fa, fie, fo, fum,\n   I smell the breath of an Englishman.\"\n\n\"Oh!\" said his wife, \"there is nobody here. You only smell a crow that\nis flying over the chimney.\" Then the giant sat down to dinner, which\nwas quite ready, and when he had eaten a whole sheep, he said, \"Bring me\nmy hen.\"\n\nThe giantess brought a hen, and put it on the table before him, and then\nshe went away. \"Lay,\" said the giant to the hen, and she laid a golden\negg. Jack could see quite plainly through a little hole which he had\nbored in the door. Three times the giant said \"Lay,\" and each time the\nhen laid a solid gold egg. Then the Ogre, being drowsy, shut his eyes,\nand soon snored very loudly. Directly Jack found that the giant was\nasleep, he stole out of the press, caught up the hen, ran out of the\nroom, opened the door of the castle, which the giant had left ajar, and\ndescended the bean-stalk as fast as he could go. His mother was glad to\nsee him again, and much surprised at seeing the hen, which laid them\nthree gold eggs every day. Jack's mother took them to the next town and\nsold them, and soon grew quite rich. Some time afterwards Jack made\nanother journey up the bean-stalk to the giant's castle; but first he\ndyed his hair and disguised himself. The old woman did not know him\nagain, and dragged him in as she had done before to eat him by-and-by;\nbut once more she heard her husband coming and hid him in the press, not\nthinking that it was the same boy who had stolen the hen. She put him\ninto the same press, and bade him stay quite still there, or the giant\nwould eat him.\n\n[Illustration: THE HEN THAT LAYS GOLDEN EGGS.]\n\nThen the giant came in, saying:\n\n   \"Fee, fa, fie, fo, fum,\n   I smell the breath of an Englishman.\"\n\n\"Oh!\" said his wife, \"it is only the cowherd, who has just been here. We\ncannot spare him for your dinner.\"\n\n[Illustration: JACK TAKES THE GIANT'S MONEY-BAGS.]\n\nThen the giant sat down, and when he had eaten half an ox, he told his\nwife to bring his money-bags to him. She instantly went and fetched two\nlarge bags full of gold; and then left him to go about her usual\nhouse-work.\n\nThe Ogre counted out the gold twice over, and then put it into the bags\nand tied them up. In a few minutes Jack heard him snore. He directly\ncrept out of the press, seized the bags, and hurrying out of the castle,\ncarried them home quite safely. Jack's mother was glad to see him safe\nat home again, and for a long time she would not let him go up the\nbean-stalk; but Jack knew he had not yet obeyed the fairy's command to\nwin back the castle, so after a time he set off once more on this\nadventure, and tapped again at the castle door.\n\nThe giantess, who was very stupid, did not know him again, but she\nstopped a minute before she took him in. She feared another robbery; but\nJack's fresh cheeks looked so tempting that she could not resist him,\nand so she bade him come in.\n\nBut at that moment she heard her husband's step approaching.\n\nAfraid of losing her supper, the Ogress at once shut Jack in the press;\nand she had hardly hidden him when the giant came in, saying as usual,\n\n   \"Fee, fa, fie, fo, fum,\n   I smell the blood of an Englishman.\"\n\n\"Oh no!\" said his wife, \"it is only the shepherd, who has been up with a\nsheep for your dinner.\"\n\nThe giant sat down, and when he had eaten a whole sheep he said, \"I\nshould like some music; bring me my harp.\"\n\nThe Ogress went and brought a golden harp to him, set it on the table,\nand went away. Then the Ogre said, \"Play,\" to the harp, and it played so\ndelightfully that Jack was charmed.\n\n[Illustration: JACK TAKES THE TALKING HARP.]\n\nBy-and-by, however, the giant snored so loud that he could not hear the\nmusic; and Jack quickly stole out, and seizing the harp, ran away with\nit. But the harp was a fairy belonging to the giant, and as Jack ran, it\ncried out, \"Master! Master!\" The giant woke up slowly and rushed after\nJack, but the boy was very nimble and outran him. You may imagine how\nfast Jack went down the bean-stalk this time, hearing all the while\nthe tramp of the giant's feet behind him.\n\n[Illustration: THE GIANT BREAKS HIS NECK.]\n\nJust as he reached the bottom he saw the Ogre looking down on him.\n\nThe next moment his great feet were on the bean-stalk.\n\n\"Mother, mother! bring me the axe,\" cried Jack.\n\nHis mother hastened with it, and just as the giant was half way down the\nbean-stalk, Jack succeeded in chopping it in halves; the lower half\nfell; the upper half swung away, and the giant, losing his hold, fell\nheavily to the ground on his head and broke his neck.\n\nThe same moment the fairy again stood beside Jack, and touching the\nbroken bean-stalk was turned into a flight of broad, easy steps.\n\n\"Go up,\" she said, \"and take possession of your own home, so long kept\nfrom you. The Ogress is dead, and there is no more danger. You have been\nbrave and good. May you be happy.\"\n\nJack thanked the fairy very warmly for her aid, and she again departed\nto Fairyland, after explaining to Jack that she had been the butcher who\nsold him the beans.\n\n\n\n\nTOM THUMB.\n\n\nIn the days of good king Arthur there lived a countryman and his wife\nwho, though they had plenty to eat and to drink, and a very comfortable\ncottage to live in, were not at all happy.\n\nThey had no children, and they both wished very much for a baby. The\nwife was often in tears when her husband was out at work and she was all\nalone, because she had not an infant to take care of and nurse. One day,\nas she sat weeping by herself, more than usually sad, she said aloud,\n\"If I only had a dear little baby, I should not care what it was like. I\nshould be thankful for one if it were _no bigger than my husband's\nthumb_.\"\n\nNow it happened that the Queen of the Fairies was passing by, though the\npoor woman could not see her, and as she knew the farmer's wife was kind\nto the poor and likely to be a good mother, she thought she would grant\nher wish.\n\n[Illustration: THE FARMER'S WIFE CRYING BECAUSE SHE HAS NO BABY.]\n\nSo about an hour or two afterwards the woman was much surprised to see\nstanding by the table a very beautiful lady, dressed splendidly, with a\nglittering star on her forehead and a wand in her right hand, with a\ngem of great brilliancy at the top of it. But what delighted the woman\nmost of all was a tiny cradle, made of a walnut shell, lined with\nvelvet, in which lay the prettiest baby ever seen, but it was only just\nas large as a man's thumb. \"See,\" said the fairy, \"your wish is granted.\nHere is a baby for you. Take care of it; it is your own.\" The woman did\nnot know how to thank the fairy enough; she was so delighted, and the\nqueen went away quite pleased at having given so much happiness.\n\n[Illustration: THE FAIRY QUEEN BRINGING TOM THUMB TO HIS MOTHER.]\n\nBefore the fairy went away, however, she gave the woman a little shirt\nof spider's web and a doublet of thistle-down for the baby.\n\nWhen the farmer came home he was very much pleased. He invited all his\nfriends to the christening, and the child was named \"Tom,\" after him,\nand \"Thumb,\" because he was no bigger than one.\n\nThe baby was very well, and merry, and grew, of course; but still it was\nvery small.\n\nHowever, at last Tom thought himself quite a great boy, and begged his\nmother to make him a little suit of clothes, and she made him one; but\nwith a great deal of trouble, they were so small.\n\nTom was very often in mischief. He was so small that his mother used to\nput him on the table to play; and once she found him in the salt-box.\n\n[Illustration: TOM FALLS INTO THE PUDDING.]\n\nOne day she was making a plum-pudding, and Tom stood by the side of the\nbasin, and peeped over the edge; but he could not see into it very well,\nand while his mother was gone for some more flour, he drew himself up on\nthe edge of the basin. Alas! he fell in and disappeared in the wet\npudding, which for poor Tom was a huge morass.\n\n[Illustration: THE FALL OF THE PUDDING.]\n\nTom would have cried out, but the pudding stuck his lips together, and\nhis mother not missing him, stirred him up in the mixture, and put it\nand him into the pot. Tom no sooner felt the hot water than he danced\nabout like mad; the woman was nearly frightened out of her wits to see\nthe pudding come out of the pot and jump about, and she was glad to give\nit to a tinker who was passing that way. The tinker took the pudding and\nput it into a cloth, to carry it home to his family, who seldom tasted\nsuch a good dish.\n\nBut by-and-by, as he was climbing over a stile, he happened to squeeze\nit, and Tom, who had made quite an arch over his own head in the dry\npudding by this time, cried out from the middle of it, \"Hallo, Pickens!\"\nwhich so terrified the tinker that he let the pudding drop in the field\nand scampered off as fast as he could. The pudding fell to pieces in the\nfall, and Tom, creeping out, went home to his mother, whom he found in\ngreat trouble, because she could not find him.\n\nAfter this accident, Tom's mother never let him stay near her while she\nwas cooking, but she was obliged to take him with her when she went out\nmilking, for she dared not trust the little man in the house alone.\n\nA few days after his escape from the pudding, Tom went, with his mother,\ninto the fields to milk the cows, and for fear he should be blown away\nby the wind, she tied him to a thistle with a small piece of thread.\n\n[Illustration: THE COW EATS TOM.]\n\nVery soon after, a cow eat up the thistle and swallowed Tom Thumb. His\nmother was in sad grief again; but Tom scratched and kicked in the cow's\nthroat till she was glad to throw him out of her mouth again, and he was\nnot at all hurt; but his mother became very anxious about her small son,\nwho now gave her a great deal of trouble. Sometimes he fell into the\nmilk-pail and was nearly drowned in the milk; once he was nearly killed\nby an angry chicken, and another time had a narrow escape from a cat.\n\n[Illustration: THE EAGLE FLIES AWAY WITH TOM.]\n\nOne day Tom went ploughing with his father, who gave him a whip made of\na barley straw, to drive the oxen with; but an eagle, flying by, caught\nhim up in his beak, and carried him to the top of a great giant's\ncastle, and dropped him on the leads. The giant was walking on the\nbattlements and thought at first that it was a foreign bird which lay at\nhis feet, but soon seeing that it was a small man, he picked Tom up with\nhis finger and thumb, and put the poor little creature into his great\nmouth, but the fairy dwarf scratched the roof of the giant's mouth, and\nbit his great tongue, and held on by his teeth till the ogre, in a\npassion, took him out again and threw him over into the sea, which ran\nbeneath the castle walls. Here a very large fish swallowed him up\ndirectly.\n\nTom did not at all like swimming about in the fish, but by-and-by he\nfelt it drawn upwards, and guessed at once that it was caught. And so it\nwas; and being a very large fish, the fisherman thought it would make a\ngood present for his beloved King Arthur. So he took it to the palace\nand begged the king to accept it.\n\nKing Arthur was pleased with the poor man's affection, and ordered the\nfish to be carried to the kitchen and cooked for his own dinner. The\nfisherman took it to the cook, who admired it very much, but said it was\nvery heavy. Then he laid it on a table and began to cut it open. You may\nimagine how he jumped with fear and wonder when Tom Thumb slipped out of\nthe fish!\n\nThe cook's cries brought the other servants, and soon everybody near ran\nto behold this wonder--the tiny man who came out of the fish.\n\nTom begged for some water to wash himself, and when he was clean, the\ncourtiers thought him so pretty and such a marvel that they ran to tell\nthe king about him.\n\n[Illustration: TOM COMES OUT OF THE FISH.]\n\nArthur was very much surprised; but he desired them to send the little\nman up after dinner to see him, and the Court tailor made haste at once\nto get ready a Court suit for Tom, which did not take him long to\nmake; there were so few stitches in it!\n\n[Illustration: KING ARTHUR RECEIVING TOM THUMB.]\n\nAs soon as the king's great punch-bowl was set on the royal table, Tom\nThumb was carried to see the monarch, who was delighted with the little\nman. Tom walked on the King's hand, and danced on the Queen's. He became\na great favourite with Arthur, who made him a knight. Such is the\nwonderful history of Tom Thumb, who did much good when he grew older,\nand thus proved that however small people are, they may be of use in the\nworld. He was good and kind to his parents, and to everybody; and the\nold ballad says,--\n\n   \"Such were his deeds and noble acts\n     In Arthur's court there shone,\n   As like in all the world beside\n     Was hardly seen or known.\"\n\n\n\n\nCINDERELLA.\n\n\nCinderella's mother died while she was a very little child, leaving her\nto the care of her father and her step-sisters, who were very much older\nthan herself; for Cinderella's father had been twice married, and her\nmother was his second wife. Now, Cinderella's sisters did not love her,\nand were very unkind to her. As she grew older they made her work as a\nservant, and even sift the cinders; on which account they used to call\nher in mockery \"Cinderella.\" It was not her real name, but she became\nafterwards so well known by it that her proper one has been forgotten.\n\nShe was a very sweet-tempered, good girl, however, and everybody (except\nher cruel sisters) loved her.\n\n[Illustration: CINDERELLA AT HOME.]\n\nIt happened, when Cinderella was about seventeen years old, that the\nKing of that country gave a ball, to which all ladies of the land,\nand among the rest the young girl's sisters, were invited. And they made\nher dress them for the ball, but never thought of allowing her to go\nthere.\n\n[Illustration: CINDERELLA DRESSING HER SISTERS FOR THE BALL.]\n\n\"I wish you would take me to the ball with you,\" said Cinderella,\nmeekly.\n\n\"Take you, indeed!\" answered the elder sister, with a sneer; \"it is no\nplace for a cinder-sifter: stay at home and do your work.\"\n\nWhen they were gone, Cinderella, whose heart was very sad, sat down and\ncried bitterly; but as she sat sorrowful, thinking of the unkindness of\nher sisters, a voice called to her from the garden, and she went out to\nsee who was there. It was her godmother, a good old Fairy.\n\n\"Do not cry, Cinderella,\" she said; \"you also shall go to the ball,\nbecause you are a kind, good girl. Bring me a large pumpkin.\"\n\nCinderella obeyed, and the Fairy, touching it with her wand, turned it\ninto a grand coach. Then she desired Cinderella to go to the trap, and\nbring her a rat. The girl obeyed, and a touch of the Fairy's wand turned\nhim into a very smart coachman. Two mice were turned into footmen; four\ngrasshoppers into white horses. Next, the Fairy touched Cinderella's\nrags, and they became rich satin robes, trimmed with point lace.\nDiamonds shone in her hair and on her neck and arms, and her kind\ngodmother thought she had seldom seen so lovely a girl. Her old shoes\nbecame a charming pair of glass slippers, which shone like diamonds.\n\n\"Now go to the ball, my love,\" she said, \"and enjoy yourself. But\nremember, you must leave the room before the clock strikes _eleven_. If\nyou do not your dress will return to its original rags. I approve of\npleasure, but not of dissipation, and I expect that you will show your\ngratitude by obeying me.\"\n\nCinderella kissed and thanked her godmother. Then she stepped into her\ncoach and drove off, with her footmen behind, in great style. The Fairy,\nwhen she was gone, returned to Fairyland.\n\nCinderella was received at the King's palace with great respect. The\nLord Chamberlain bowed low to her, thinking she must be a very great\nlady by her dress and carriage, and he showed her at once into the\nball-room.\n\n[Illustration: THE FAIRY GODMOTHER.]\n\nShe was so beautiful that everybody looked at her, and wondered who she\nwas; and the Prince asked her to dance with him, and afterwards would\ndance with no one else.\n\n[Illustration: ARRIVAL AT THE PALACE.]\n\nBut she made haste to leave a little before the hour fixed, and had time\nto undress before her sisters came home. They told her a beautiful\nPrincess had been at the ball, with whom the Prince was delighted. They\ndid not know it was Cinderella herself, and she was amused to hear them\nadmire her grace and beauty, and say that they were sure she was a royal\nlady.\n\nThe Prince was quite vexed when supper-time came, and he could not find\nhis beautiful partner, and no one had seen her leave the room. But in\nhopes of beholding her again, he persuaded the King to give another\ngrand ball. As soon as her sisters were gone to it, Cinderella's\ngodmother arrived.\n\n\"You were so good and obedient last time, that I shall let you go out\nagain,\" said she to the young girl.\n\nAnd once more the rat, mice, grasshoppers, and pumpkin (which had gone\nback to their original shapes after the first ball) were turned into the\ngrand carriage and attendants, and Cinderella, in rose-coloured satin\nand rubies, went to the royal ball.\n\nDirectly the Prince saw her, he asked her to dance, and would have no\nother partner, and as he led her past her two unkind sisters, she saw\nthem look at her dress with envious eyes, and knew that they wished they\nwere as beautiful, and as well-dressed as she was.\n\nBut in the midst of her enjoyment, Cinderella remembered the Fairy's\ncommand, and at half-past ten glided out of the room, and drove home\nagain. Her sisters found her waiting to undress them in her usual rags,\nand kept her up to tell her how beautiful the unknown Princess was, and\nhow well she was dressed.\n\nAgain the Prince was vexed at the sudden disappearance of the beautiful\nstranger, and once more he persuaded the King to give a grand State\nball.\n\n\"I wonder if Princess Beauty will be there!\" said the sisters to\nCinderella. \"We must have new dresses, for she is so splendid. She makes\nevery one look shabby.\"\n\n[Illustration: CINDERELLA DANCES WITH THE PRINCE.]\n\nCinderella smiled as she helped them to dress. She was sure the Fairy\nwould let her go to the ball too. And she was right. Her godmother,\npleased with her obedience, came in good time, and Cinderella, dressed\nin blue satin and pearls, went in the same style as before.\n\n[Illustration: CINDERELLA RUNS HOME AND LOSES HER SLIPPER.]\n\nThe Prince would scarcely let her out of his sight, and Cinderella, who\nwas getting a little spoiled by all the flattery she heard, began to\nthink more of herself and less of the Fairy; so the time stole on, till\nglancing up at the clock, she saw it wanted only five minutes to eleven.\n\nAt once she darted out of the room, and ran through the palace as fast\nas she could go, but as she reached the hall, she lost one of her\nprecious glass slippers! She did not stop to pick it up, but rushed to\nthe door. Alas! the clock had struck ELEVEN. She found no coach, only a\npumpkin, and the rat and mice ran quickly away when they saw her; while\nall her fine dress turned to rags, and she had to run home alone in the\ndarkness of the night.\n\nThe Prince was very much surprised when he missed Cinderella again, and\nleaving the ball, went in search of her. He asked all the attendants,\nbut no one had seen her, and when enquiry was made of the porter, he\nsaid that no one had gone out of the palace except a poor ragged\nbeggar-girl.\n\nHowever, the Prince's search was rewarded by his finding the glass\nslipper, which he well knew belonged to the unknown Princess. He loved\nCinderella so much that he now resolved to marry her; and as he felt\nsure that no one else could wear such a tiny shoe as hers was, he sent\nout a herald to proclaim that whichever lady in his kingdom could put on\nthis glass slipper should be his wife.\n\nAll the great ladies who wished to be a Princess tried to put it on, but\nin vain. Cinderella's sisters tried, but could not get it on, and then\nCinderella asked if she might try. They laughed at her; but the Prince,\nhearing of her wish, sent for her. She went with her sisters in her poor\ndress, but very clean, and at once put on the slipper. Then she drew the\nfellow of it from her pocket, and slipped it on her other foot.\n\nThe Prince, who had thought the moment he saw her that the poor girl was\nvery much like the beautiful Princess, was delighted. He insisted on\nCinderella telling him her story, which she did very modestly, and all\nlistened with wonder.\n\n[Illustration: CINDERELLA TRIES ON THE SLIPPER.]\n\nAs her tale ended, the Fairy godmother suddenly entered the room, and\nplacing her godchild's hand in the Prince's, said:\n\n\"Take this young girl for your wife, Prince; she is good and patient,\nand as she has known how to submit to injustice meekly, she will know\nhow to reign justly.\"\n\n[Illustration: CINDERELLA MARRIED TO THE PRINCE.]\n\nSo Cinderella was married to the Prince in great state, and they lived\ntogether very happily. She forgave her sisters, and treated them always\nvery kindly, and the Prince had great cause to be glad that he had found\nthe glass slipper.\n\n\n\n\nTHE THREE BEARS.\n\n\nOnce upon a time three bears lived in a nice little house in a great\nforest.\n\nThere was the Father Bear, the Mother Bear, and the Baby Bear.\n\nThey had each a bed to sleep in, a chair to sit on, and a basin and\nspoon for eating milk or honey, which was their favourite food.\n\nOne morning the three bears resolved on taking a walk before breakfast;\nbut before they went out, they poured their warm milk into their basins,\nthat it might get cool by the time they came back.\n\n[Illustration: THE BEARS AT BREAKFAST.]\n\nWhen the milk was poured out, the three bears set out for a walk.\n\n[Illustration: THE BEARS OUT FOR A WALK.]\n\nMr. and Mrs. Bear walked arm-in-arm, and Baby ran by their side.\n\n\"WHAT A FINE DAY IT IS!\" growled Mr. Bear.\n\n\"WHAT A FINE DAY IT IS!\" said Mrs. Bear.\n\n\"What a fine day!\" squeaked little Bear.\n\nAnd so it was.\n\nThe sun shone brightly though it was low in the sky, and its rays\nglittered on the fine webs on the grass. The leaves shivered in the soft\nbreeze; the wood-pigeon cooed; the lark sang loud enough to make himself\nhoarse; the sparrows chirped; the bee buzzed, and a yellow butterfly\nperched on great Bear's nose.\n\n\"What a squeaky noise these creatures make!\" said big Bear, as he\nbrushed off the butterfly. \"What a pity it is they have not _our_ deep\nvoices.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" said Mrs. Bear; \"you have a much finer voice than the lark. I\nshould like to hear him growl as you do.\"\n\n\"Oh, my dear, you are too kind; my growl is nothing to the lion's.\"\n\nAnd thus conversing, the bears walked on.\n\nNow there lived in the same forest a sweet little girl, who was called\nGolden Hair. She was the Woodman's daughter, and her hair looked just\nlike sunbeams. She knew every tree in the greenwood, and every flower in\nit. She loved the birds, and liked to listen to their song; and\neverything in the wood loved Golden Hair. The trees bent down their\nlower branches to touch her glittering head as she passed; the birds\nsang sweeter as she glided by. The lark's song in the sky was--\n\n\"Come up, come up, Golden Hair; here is your happy home.\"\n\n\"Coo, I love you; coo, I love you!\" cooed the wood-pigeon, as she\npassed.\n\n\"Twit, twit, pretty child,\" said the sparrow.\n\n\"Oh, you darling,\" sang the blackbird; and Golden Hair laughed with\nglee, for she liked to be loved.\n\n[Illustration: LITTLE GOLDEN HAIR.]\n\nAs to the butterflies, they flew after her, and rested on her hair, and\ntickled her cheeks; but she never tried to catch them.\n\n[Illustration: GOLDEN HAIR PEEPING INTO THE BEARS' HOUSE.] She would\nnot frighten or vex them for anything. She loved all the creatures, and\nthat is why they loved her.\n\nLove makes love.\n\nDear little Golden Hair, she went on singing merrily through the\ngreenwood, saying sometimes to herself--\n\n\"I wish I could sing as well as the lark!\"\n\nBy-and-by Little Golden Hair reached the Bears' house. She had never\nseen it before, and she wondered who lived there. A window was open, and\nGolden Hair peeped in.\n\n\"Dear me,\" thought the child, \"whose house can it be! There is a table\nand three chairs, and three basins of hot milk, all steaming, and nobody\nto drink it. But I don't see any work or books, or anything else. I\nthink I will go in and see who lives here.\"\n\nSo she tapped at the door, and cried, \"Is any one at home?\"\n\nBut there was no answer. Then Golden Hair stepped in very carefully,\nand looked about her.\n\nShe could not see any one, nor hear anybody snoring, so she walked into\nthe Bears' parlour.\n\nThere was a fire, which made the room cheerful, and the hot milk looked\nvery inviting; it quite seemed to say, \"Come and have some breakfast;\"\nand the early spring air had made Golden Hair rather cold, and very\nhungry; so she sat down by the fire in the little Bear's chair. It was\ntoo small for her, but she did not quite sit down at first. In a moment\nshe got up again, and went round the table and tasted the milk in all\nthe basins. Little Bear's was the nicest, because it had sugar in it,\nand Golden Hair thought it was good. So she took the basin and sat down\nagain in Little Bear's chair, took his spoon, and ate up _all_ his milk.\nNow this was very wrong. A tiny bear is only a tiny bear; still, he has\na right to keep his own things. But Golden Hair did not know any better.\nUnluckily, Baby Bear's chair was, as we have said, too small for her;\nshe broke the seat and fell through, basin and all.\n\n[Illustration: GOLDEN HAIR EATS THE LITTLE BEAR'S BREAKFAST.]\n\nThen Golden Hair went upstairs, and there she saw three beds all in a\nrow. Golden Hair lay down on Father Bear's bed first, but that was too\nlong for her; then she lay down on Mother Bear's bed, and that was too\nwide for her; last of all she lay down on Baby Bear's bed, and there she\nfell asleep, for she was tired.\n\n[Illustration: THE LITTLE BEAR GRIEVES FOR HIS BROKEN CHAIR.]\n\nBy-and-by the bears came home. Baby Bear saw that his chair was broken\nand thrown down, and he cried in a very squeaky voice,\n\n\"SOMEBODY HAS BEEN HERE;\" and Father Bear growled,\n\n\"SOMEBODY HAS BEEN HERE;\"\n\nAnd Mother Bear growled, more softly,\n\n\"SOMEBODY HAS BEEN HERE.\"\n\nThen they went to the table and looked at their breakfasts, and Father\nBear growled, \"WHO HAS TOUCHED MY BASIN?\"\n\nAnd Mother Bear growled, \"WHO HAS TOUCHED MY BASIN?\"\n\nAnd Tiny Bear squeaked, \"SOMEBODY HAS BROKEN MINE!\"\n\nAnd then Tiny Bear began to cry, for he was very fond of his own basin\nand his own chair; and, besides, he was very hungry after his long walk\nin the forest.\n\nIt really did seem a shame. Then the three bears thought they would go\nover their house, to see who had been in it, and to try if they could\nfind the thief.\n\nThey went upstairs to their bedroom, which was over their other room,\nand as soon as they saw the tumbled beds Father Bear growled,\n\n\"WHO HAS BEEN LYING ON MY BED?\"\n\nAnd Mother Bear growled\n\n\"WHO HAS BEEN LYING ON MY BED?\"\n\nAnd Tiny Bear squeaked out,\n\n\"Oh! here is a little girl in my bed; and it must be she who has eaten\nmy breakfast and broken my chair.\"\n\n[Illustration: THE BEARS FIND GOLDEN HAIR IN LITTLE BEAR'S BED.]\n\nThen Father Bear growled,\n\n\"LET US EAT HER UP;\"\n\nAnd Mother Bear growled, \"LET US EAT HER UP;\"\n\nAnd Tiny Bear squeaked,\n\n\"LET US EAT HER UP.\"\n\n[Illustration: GOLDEN HAIR ESCAPES FROM THE BEARS.]\n\nThe noise they made woke Golden Hair, and you may imagine how frightened\nshe was when she saw the three bears. She started out of bed, and jumped\nat once out of the window. The bears rushed after her, and Father Bear\ncaught her golden hair in his teeth, but she left a lock behind, and\nstill ran on. Then the three bears all jumped out after her, but they\nfell one on the top of the other and rolled over and over, and while\nthey were picking themselves up, little Golden Hair ran home, and they\nwere not able to catch her.\n\nBut I do not think she had acted rightly (though she did not deserve to\nbe eaten up); it was very wrong to break little Bear's chair and eat his\nmilk, and I think Golden Hair will have to take great care to keep out\nof the reach of the THREE BEARS.\n\n\n\n\nPUNCH AND JUDY.\n\n\n   Mr. Punch and his wife\n   Led a terrible life,\n     Very much like a dog and a cat;\n   Till, one summer morn\n   A baby was born,\n     A darling all dimples and fat.\n\n[Illustration: PUNCH, JUDY, AND THE BABY.]\n\n   Mrs. Judy was proud,\n   And the nurses allowed\n     That they never had seen such a child;\n   And the proud mother thought\n   When her baby she brought\n     To her husband, \"It must make him mild.\"\n\n[Illustration: PUNCH AND THE BABY.]\n\n   Mr. Punch was quite pleased;\n   The poor baby he seized,\n     And danced up and down in great joy.\n   \"Oh, my Judy,\" he cried,\n   \"With a father's just pride,\n     I look on our beautiful boy.\"\n\n   But the baby soon cried;\n   Punch's temper was tried,\n     And in a great passion he flew;\n   He shook the poor child,\n   And, with rage growing wild,\n     The babe o'er the balcony threw.\n\n   Judy, greatly displeased,\n   A thick stick at once seized,\n     And began her stern husband to beat;\n   \"O you monster,\" she cried,\n   As her weapon she plied,\n     \"You deserve the same ending to meet.\"\n\n[Illustration: PUNCH AND JUDY.]\n\n   On his arms and his head\n   Her blows fell like lead;\n     She wonder'd such treatment he stood!\n   Beating and battering,\n   She made such a clattering,\n     It sounded like chopping up wood.\n\n[Illustration: PUNCH KILLS JUDY.]\n\n   Of his beating quite tired,\n   Punch's patience expired;\n     He snatched the stick out of her hands,\n   And gave Judy a blow\n   Which, alas, laid her low,\n     And above her a conqueror stands.\n\n   Then he danced and he sang,\n   And such nonsense began,\n     That we laughed, though we couldn't tell why;\n   For in such a sad case\n   It were much more our place\n     For Judy's misfortunes to cry.\n\n[Illustration: PUNCH AND THE CONSTABLE.]\n\n   But the constable see!--\n   \"Are you come here for me?\"\n     Cries Punch, as he dances about.\n   \"Yes, yes; come to jail,\n   'Tis a terrible tale,\"\n     Said the constable, \"you must come out,\n\n   \"And be tried for your life,\n   For thus killing your wife;\n     In prison, meantime, you'll abide.\"\n   \"Oh no, I won't go,\"\n   Cried Punch, and a blow\n     He gave the poor man in his side.\n\n[Illustration: PUNCH, TOBY, AND THE CLOWN.]\n\n   Now Punch had a pet\n   Whom we must not forget,\n     A dog known as Toby by name;\n   A clown from a show\n   One day came to know\n     If Punch would not sell him the same.\n\n   But Punch would not part\n   From his dog, for his heart\n     (Though a wooden one) to him was true.\n   He cried, \"Give me a kiss,\n   Dear Toby, I wis\n     I never will sever from you.\"\n\n[Illustration: PUNCH AND THE DOCTOR.]\n\n   But Jack Ketch comes at last;\n   Punch's frolics are past,\n     There is no one his cause to befriend;\n   His nonsense and fun\n   Are all, alas, done;\n     He has come to a very bad end!\n\n   If he were not of wood\n   It would not be good\n     To laugh at the harm he has done;\n   But 'twas only pretence,\n   And there was not much sense\n     In his crimes, or his grief, or his fun.\n\n[Illustration: PUNCH AND JACK KETCH.]\n\n   For a great many years,\n   Punch's laughter and tears,\n     Have amused both the child and the man;\n   So I think at the last,\n   For the sake of the past\n     We will keep him as long as we can.\n\n\n\n\nTHE PETS.\n\n\n_THE SHEEP._\n\nThe sheep is a very useful animal. Its wool, sheared off, makes us cloth\nand flannel, and all kinds of woollen goods; and its flesh, called\nmutton, is a chief part of our food. When sheep are little they are\ncalled lambs, and are very playful, pretty creatures.\n\n[Illustration: SHEEP.]\n\nSheep soon learn to know the voice of their shepherd, and will follow\nit. In Eastern countries the shepherd walks before his flock, and they\nare led by his voice. There are dogs called sheep-dogs, which take care\nof the flocks, and protect the sheep, and keep them together. In some\ncountries these dogs have often to fight with wolves, which attack the\nsheep and carry them off whenever they can; but the dogs are quite able\nto keep the wolf away when they are trained to do so.\n\n[Illustration: RABBITS.]\n\nOn the Scottish hills the sheep-dog is often obliged to seek his charge\nin the snow-drifts, and to help get out a poor sheep or lamb which has\ngot buried in it. Sheep love green meadows and pure water. You remember,\nI dare say, the beautiful Psalm, \"The Lord is my shepherd, therefore I\nshall lack nothing.\"\n\n\n_RABBITS._\n\nAre the favourite pets of boys. They are merry little creatures, and it\nis an amusing sight to watch them running over the green turf about\ntheir warren, when they are free. They have many enemies, however, such\nas dogs, foxes, and weasels. But, in spite of their enemies, rabbits\nlive a merry life together.\n\nThere are a great many different kinds of tame rabbits; some are white,\nwith pink eyes and long ears. Rabbits have many young ones. One pair\nwill have fifty-six little rabbits in a year. So it is lucky many other\ncreatures feed on them. If they were left to increase, they would soon\neat up every stalk of corn and all the green herbs.\n\nThe native country of the rabbit is Spain. In the Orkney Islands, where\nthere are great numbers of rabbits, the wild ones are of a grey colour,\nand in winter time almost white.\n\nThe fur of the rabbit is much used for making hats. They are good for\nfood also.\n\n\n_THE COW._\n\nIs a very valuable animal; indeed I do not know what we should do\nwithout her. She gives us milk and butter, cheese and cream; her skin is\nof great use, and her flesh is often eaten as beef. Cows grow fond of\nthose who are kind to them.\n\n[Illustration: COW AND CALF.]\n\nThere are a great many different kinds of cows; some red, some black,\nsome brindled, white or spotted. Herefordshire cows have white faces.\nThe ancient Britons had great numbers of fine cows; and wild cattle\nwere common in our country seven hundred years ago. In the neighbourhood\nof London, in Henry II.'s reign, there was a large forest which\ncontained a great many wild bulls and cows.\n\n[Illustration: THE DONKEY.]\n\nThe cow is a good mother, very fond of her calf. The bull is a very\nbold, fierce animal. It has a great dislike to the colour red, and will\nrun after and if it can toss any one wearing it. In Spain they have a\ncruel sport, called bull fights, between these brave animals and men on\nhorseback.\n\nThe flesh of the cow and ox is called beef; that of the calf is veal.\n\n\n_THE DONKEY._\n\nThis patient and useful animal is supposed to have come at first from\nthe East, where it still continues to be of a greater size and of a much\nbetter appearance. They were as valuable there in former ages as horses;\ngreat men and judges rode on asses. The ass is very fond of its foal,\nand can be attached to its master if kindly treated. Its milk is thought\nvery good for consumptive people. It is very sure-footed, and strong,\nand able to carry heavy burdens.\n\nThe Donkey is a very useful animal to the poor. It can do a great deal\nof work on very coarse and cheap food. Thistles make a dainty dinner for\nthe ass. It is patient and gentle, but occasionally very obstinate; a\nfault chiefly produced in the poor beast by ill-usuage.\n\nChildren should never be cruel to this poor animal, but treat it kindly,\nand it will not then be stubborn and slow, but will do its best to carry\nthem.\n\n\n_THE COCK, THE HEN, AND THE CHICKENS._\n\nHere is a fine farm-yard family! very useful friends of ours. The cock,\nwho is a brave, spirited bird, wakes us up in the morning by crowing;\nthe hen lays us eggs for breakfast, and when the wee chicks are big\nenough, they are very good food, as roast chicken. The cock teaches us\nwatchfulness; the hen, motherly love.\n\n[Illustration: THE COCK, THE HEN, AND THE CHICKENS.]\n\nThere are many different kinds of fowls. The largest are the tall Cochin\nChinas; the smallest the pert little Bantams. It is a great amusement\nfor children to have a few fowls to feed, and take care of. Feeding them\nand finding their eggs is one of the country child's pleasures.\n\nThe hen sits on her eggs for three weeks; and when the chicks are\nhatched, she takes the greatest care of them, gathering them under her\nwings when danger is near or the weather is at all cold; and she is\nready to fight a hawk or even a dog in defence of her little ones.\n\nFowls feed on barley or any kind of grain, and pick up worms, &c., in\ntheir run. Stinging-nettles are very good food for chickens.\n\n\n_THE HORSE._\n\nThis noblest of animals is believed to be a native of Arabia; but was in\nour islands before the Romans came here. The first money coined in\nBritain was stamped with the figure of a horse.\n\n[Illustration: THE HORSE.]\n\nThe horse has a wonderful memory. He never forgets a place to which he\nhas once been taken. He loves his master if well treated; and in battles\nhe displays the greatest courage and joy. He also understands sounds,\nand loves music. Indeed, the horse may be called the friend of man, and\ndeserves all the kindness we can show him.\n\nThe Arabs bring up their horses with their children in their own tents;\nand the steed thus reared is very sensible and gentle. An Arab will not\nsell his favourite horse for any sum, however large: it is as dear to\nhim as his children.\n\n\n_THE GOAT._\n\nThe goat is a very useful animal. Its flesh is very good, though English\npeople seldom eat it. Its milk is very good also, and of use to people\nin consumption. The most beautiful gloves are made from its skin.\n\n[Illustration: GOATS.]\n\nGoats abound on the Welsh mountains; it is, indeed, an animal that loves\nthe great hills. The Welsh goats are white; they are very active, and\nwalk on the brink of precipices, and take the most wonderful leaps. The\nscent of a goat is unpleasant, but it is thought to prevent infection\namongst cattle.\n\nHorses are very fond of goats. They are more common in France than with\nus. In that country one sees a goat with nearly every flock of sheep.\n\nGoats' flesh is called \"kid.\" Do you remember how Jacob deceived his\nfather with the skin and meat of a kid of the goats?\n\n[Illustration: PIGS.]\n\n\n\n\nNURSERY SONGS.\n\n\n     Little Miss Muffet\n     She sat on a tuffet,\n   Eating of curds and whey.\n     There came a great spider,\n     Who sat down beside her,\n   And frightened Miss Muffet away.\n\n[Illustration: LITTLE MISS MUFFET.]\n\n[Illustration: PAT-A-CAKE, PAT-A-CAKE.]\n\n   Pat-a-cake, Pat-a-cake, baker's man,\n   Make me a cake as fast as you can;\n   Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,\n   And send it home for Tommy and me.\n\n   Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,\n   Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;\n   All the king's horses and all the king's men\n   Could not set Humpty Dumpty up again.\n\n[Illustration: HUMPTY DUMPTY.]\n\n[Illustration: YOUNG LAMBS TO SELL!]\n\n   Young lambs to sell!--young lambs to sell!\n   If I had as much money as I could tell,\n   I never would cry, Young lambs to sell!\n   Young lambs to sell!--young lambs to sell!\n   I never would cry, Young lambs to sell!\n\n[Illustration: LITTLE ROBIN REDBREAST SAT UPON A TREE.]\n\n   Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,\n   Up went Pussy-cat, and down went he;\n   Down came Pussy-cat, and away Robin ran;\n   Says little Robin Redbreast, \"Catch me if you can.\"\n   Little Robin Redbreast jumped upon a wall,\n   Pussy-cat jumped after him and almost got a fall;\n   Little Robin chirped and sang, and what did Pussy say?\n   Pussy-cat said \"Mew,\" and Robin jumped away.\n\n[Illustration: HANDY SPANDY, JACK-A-DANDY.]\n\n   Handy Spandy Jack-a-Dandy\n   Loved plumcake and sugar candy;\n   He bought some at a grocer's shop,\n   And out he came, hop, hop, hop.\n\n[Illustration: LITTLE BOY BLUE.]\n\n   Little Boy Blue, come blow up your horn,\n   The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.\n   Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?\n   He is under the hay-cock fast asleep.\n\n[Illustration: THIS LITTLE PIG WENT TO MARKET.]\n\n   This little pig went to market;\n   This little pig stayed at home;\n   This pig had a piece of bread-and-butter;\n   This little pig had none;\n   This little pig said, \"Wee, wee, wee!\n   I can't find my way home.\"\n\n\n\n\nNURSERY RHYMES.\n\n\n   Little Jack Horner sat in a corner,\n     Eating his Christmas Pie;\n   He put in his thumb, and pulled out a plum,\n     And said, \"What a good boy am I!\"\n\n[Illustration: LITTLE JACK HORNER.]\n\n[Illustration: TO MARKET, TO MARKET.]\n\n   To market, to market, to buy a fat pig;\n   Home again, home again, jiggetty-jig.\n   To market, to market, to buy a fat hog;\n   Home again, home again, jiggetty-jog.\n\n   Taffy was a Welshman,\n     Taffy was a thief;\n   Taffy came to my house\n     And stole a piece of beef.\n   I went to Taffy's house,\n     Taffy was from home;\n   Taffy came to my house\n     And stole a marrow bone.\n\n[Illustration: TAFFY WAS A WELSHMAN.]\n\n[Illustration: BAA, BAA, BLACK SHEEP.]\n\n   Baa, baa, black sheep,\n     Have you any wool?\n   Yes, marry, have I,\n     Three bags full:\n   One for my master,\n     One for my dame;\n   But none for the little girl\n     That cries in the lane.\n\n[Illustration: PRETTY MAID, PRETTY MAID.]\n\n   Pretty maid, pretty maid, where have you been?\n   Gathering a posie to give to the Queen.\n\n[Illustration: MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARY.]\n\n   Mary, Mary, quite contrary,\n     How does your garden grow?\n   Silver bells and cockle-shells,\n     And columbines all of a row.\n\n[Illustration: LITTLE BO-PEEP.]\n\n   Little Bo-Peep has lost his sheep,\n     And cannot tell where to find them\n   Leave them alone, and they'll come home,\n     And bring their tails behind them.\n\n   Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep,\n     And dreamt he heard them bleating\n   When he awoke, he found it a joke,\n     For still they all were fleeting.\n\n   Then up he took his little crook,\n     Determined for to find them;\n   He found them indeed, but it made his heart bleed,\n     For they'd left their tails behind them.\n\n[Illustration: HOT CROSS BUNS.]\n\n           Hot Cross Buns!\n           Hot Cross Buns!\n   One a penny, two a penny, Hot Cross Buns.\n           Hot Cross Buns!\n           Hot Cross Buns!\n   If you have no daughters, give them to your sons.\n\n[Illustration: THE CAT AND FIDDLE.]\n\n     Hey diddle diddle,\n     The cat and the fiddle,\n   The cow jumped over the moon,\n     The little dog laughed\n     To see the sport,\n   While the dish ran after the spoon.\n\n[Illustration: THE QUEEN OF HEARTS.]\n\n   The Queen of Hearts,\n   She made some tarts\n     Upon a summer day;\n   The Knave of Hearts,\n   He stole those tarts,\n     And took them quite away.\n\n   The King of Hearts,\n   He missed those tarts,\n     And beat the knave full sore;\n   The Knave of Hearts\n   Brought back those tarts,\n     And vowed he'd steal no more.\n\n[Illustration: I HAD A LITTLE HUSBAND.]\n\n   I had a little husband,\n     No bigger than my thumb;\n   I put him in a pint-pot,\n     And there I bid him drum.\n\n   I bought a little horse,\n     That galloped up and down;\n   I bridled him and saddled him,\n     And sent him out of town.\n\n   I gave him some garters,\n     To garter up his hose,\n   And a little handkerchief\n     To wipe his pretty nose.\n\n[Illustration: GOOSEY, GOOSEY, GANDER.]\n\n   Goosey, Goosey Gander,\n     Where shall I wander?\n   Up stairs, down stairs,\n     In my lady's chamber.\n\n   There I met an old man\n     That would not say his prayers;\n   I took him by the left leg,\n     And threw him down stairs.\n\n[Illustration: LITTLE POLLY FLINDERS.]\n\n   Little Polly Flinders,\n   Sat among the cinders,\n     Warming her pretty little toes;\n   Her mother came and caught her,\n   And scolded her little daughter,\n     For spoiling her nice new clothes.\n\n[Illustration: DING DONG BELL.]\n\n       Ding Dong Bell,\n       Pussy's in the well.\n       Who put her in?\n       Little Tommy Lin.\n       Who pulled her out?\n       Little Tommy Trout.\n   What a naughty boy was that,\n   To drown poor little Pussy cat,\n   Who never did him any harm,\n   But killed the mice in his father's barn.\n\n[Illustration: \"MULTIPLICATION IS VEXATION.\"]\n\n   Multiplication is vexation;\n     Division is as bad;\n   The Rule of Three doth puzzle me,\n     And Practice drives me mad.\n\n[Illustration: THE DAPPLE-GREY PONY.]\n\n   I had a little pony,\n     His name was Dapple Grey,\n   I lent him to a lady,\n     To ride a mile away.\n\n   She whipped him, she slashed him,\n     She rode him through the mire;\n   I would not lend my pony now,\n     For all the lady's hire.\n\n[Illustration: OLD WOMAN, OLD WOMAN, SAYS I.]\n\n   Old woman, old woman, old woman say I,\n   O whither, O whither, O whither so high?\n   To sweep the cobwebs off the sky.\n   Shall I go with you? Ay, by-and-by.\n\n[Illustration: DAME TROT AND HER CAT.]\n\n   Dame Trot and her cat\n     Led a peaceable life\n   When they were not troubled\n     With other folks' strife.\n\n   When Dame had her dinner\n     Puss near her would wait,\n   And was sure to receive\n     A nice piece from her plate.\n\n[Illustration: SIMPLE SIMON.]\n\n   Simple Simon met a pieman\n     Going to the fair;\n   Says Simple Simon to the pieman,\n     \"Let me taste your ware.\"\n\n   Says the pieman to Simple Simon,\n     \"Show me first your penny.\"\n   Says Simple Simon to the pieman,\n     \"Indeed, I have not any.\"\n\n   Simple Simon went a-fishing\n     For to catch a whale;\n   All the water he had got\n     Was in his mother's pail.\n\n[Illustration: MARY HAD A PRETTY BIRD.]\n\n   Mary had a pretty bird,\n     With feathers bright and yellow,\n   Slender legs--upon my word,\n     He was a pretty fellow.\n\n   The sweetest notes he always sang,\n     Which much delighted Mary;\n   And near the cage she'd ever sit,\n     To hear her own Canary.\n\n[Illustration: IS JOHN SMITH WITHIN?]\n\n   Is John Smith within?\n     Yes, that he is.\n   Can he set a shoe?\n     Ay, marry, two;\n   Here a nail and there a nail,\n     Tick, tack, too.\n\n[Illustration: GUY FAWKES.]\n\n   Please to remember\n   The fifth of November,\n   Gunpowder treason and plot.\n   I know no reason\n   Why gunpowder treason\n   Should ever be forgot.\n\n[Illustration: JACK AND JILL.]\n\n   Jack and Jill went up the hill\n     To fetch a pail of water.\n   Jack fell down and broke his crown,\n     And Jill came tumbling after.\n\n[Illustration: LITTLE FRED.]\n\n   When little Fred went to bed,\n   He always said his prayers.\n   He kissed mamma and then papa,\n   And straightway went upstairs.\n\n[Illustration: LITTLE TOM TUCKER.]\n\n   Little Tommy Tucker,\n     Sings for his supper.\n   What shall he eat?\n     White bread and butter.\n   How shall he cut it\n     Without e'er a knife?\n   How will he be married\n     Without e'er a wife.\n\n[Illustration: WHERE ARE YOU GOING, MY PRETTY MAID?]\n\n   Where are you going, my pretty maid?\n   I'm going a milking, sir, she said.\n   May I go with you, my pretty maid?\n   You're kindly welcome, sir, she said.\n   What is your fortune, my pretty maid?\n   My face is my fortune, sir, she said.\n   Then I won't marry you, my pretty maid.\n   Nobody asked you, sir, she said.\n\n[Illustration: RIDE A COCK-HORSE.]\n\n   Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,\n   To see an old lady upon a white horse;\n   Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,\n   And so she makes music wherever she goes.\n\n[Illustration: SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE.]\n\n   Sing a song of sixpence,\n     A bag full of rye;\n   Four-and-twenty blackbirds\n     Baked in a pie.\n\n   When the pie was opened\n     The birds began to sing.\n   Was not that a dainty dish\n     To set before the king?\n\n   The king was in his countinghouse,\n     Counting out his money;\n   The queen was in the parlour,\n     Eating bread and honey.\n\n   The maid was in the garden,\n     Hanging out the clothes;\n   'Long came a blackbird\n     And snapt off her nose.\n\n[Illustration: TOM, TOM, THE PIPER'S SON.]\n\n   Tom, Tom, the piper's son,\n   Stole a pig and away he run!\n   The pig was eat, and Tom was beat,\n   And Tom went roaring down the street.\n\n[Illustration: OLD KING COLE.]\n\n     Old King Cole\n     Was a merry old soul,\n   And a merry old soul was he!\n     He called for his pipe,\n     And he called for his bowl,\n   And he called for his fiddlers three.\n\n     Every fiddler he had a fiddle,\n     And a very fine fiddle had he!\n   Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee went the fiddlers.\n     Oh, there's none so rare\n     As can compare\n   With King Cole and his fiddlers three!\n\n[Illustration: FOUR-AND-TWENTY TAILORS WENT TO KILL A SNAIL.]\n\n   Four-and-twenty tailors went to kill a snail;\n   The best man among them durst not touch her tail.\n   She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow.\n   Run, tailors, run, or she'll kill you all e'en now.\n\n[Illustration: HUSH-A-BY BABY.]\n\n   Hush-a-by, baby, thy cradle is green;\n   Father's a nobleman; mother's a queen;\n   Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring,\n   And Johnny's a drummer and drums for the king.","title":"The National Nursery Book: With 120 illustrations","tradition":"myth-cosmogony","translated_text":null,"word_count":12830}