{"collection":"folklore-oral-tradition","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_25442/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_25442","id":"gutenberg_25442","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/25442","summary":null,"tags":["Alphabet books","Category: Children & Young Adult Reading","Children's poetry","Children's stories","Fairy tales","Nursery rhymes"],"text":"Produced by Marilynda Fraser-Cunliffe and the Online\nDistributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This\nfile was made using scans of public domain works in the\nInternational Children's Digital Library.)\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nAUNT FRIENDLY'S\n\nPICTURE BOOK.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nAUNT FRIENDLY'S\n\nPICTURE BOOK.\n\nCONTAINING\n\nTHIRTY-SIX PAGES OF PICTURES Printed in Colours by Kronheim. WITH\n\nLETTER-PRESS DESCRIPTIONS.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nLONDON: FREDERICK WARNE AND CO. BEDFORD STREET, COVENT GARDEN. NEW YORK:\nSCRIBNER, WELFORD AND ARMSTRONG.\n\n\n\n\nPreface.\n\n\nNew and old Nursery favourites are here offered to our Young\nFriends--Nursery Alphabet, Sing-a-Song of Sixpence, The Frog's Wooing,\nThe Three Little Pigs, Puss in Boots, have for many generations\ndelighted the Nurseries of Great Britain. We trust that they and their\nworthy new companion, The Ugly Duckling, which has come to us from over\nthe Sea, will still afford many hours of quiet amusement to little\nReaders.\n\n\n\n\nContents.\n\n\n          NURSERY ALPHABET.\n\n          SING-A-SONG OF SIXPENCE.\n\n          THE FROG WHO WOULD A WOOING GO.\n\n          THE THREE LITTLE PIGS.\n\n          PUSS IN BOOTS.\n\n          THE UGLY DUCKLING.\n\n\n\n\nTHE NURSERY ALPHABET.\n\n[Illustration: THE NURSERY ALPHABET. A B C D.]\n\n\n\n\nTHE NURSERY ALPHABET.\n\n\nA for the Alphabet, A, B, C;\n\nB for the Book that was given to me.\n\n[Illustration: Divider]\n\nC for the Corn that stands in the stack;\n\nD for the Donkey with cross on his back.\n\n[Illustration: Divider]\n\nE for the Engine that's lighted with coke;\n\nF for the Funnel that puffs out the smoke.\n\n[Illustration: THE NURSERY ALPHABET. E F G H.]\n\nG for the Goose that swims on the pond;\n\nH for the Hen, of her chickens so fond.\n\n[Illustration: Divider]\n\nI for the Icicle, frosty and cold;\n\nJ for the Jackdaw, perky and bold.\n\n[Illustration: Divider]\n\nK for the Kitten that plays with its tail;\n\nL for the Letter that comes by the mail.\n\n[Illustration: Divider]\n\nM for the Monkey, a comical thing;\n\nN for the Nut that he cracks with a grin.\n\n[Illustration: THE NURSERY ALPHABET. I J K L M.]\n\n[Illustration: THE NURSERY ALPHABET. N O P Q.]\n\nO for the Owl that sees in the dark;\n\nP for the Pony that plays in the park.\n\n[Illustration: Divider]\n\nQ for the Queen all seated in state;\n\nR for the Regiment guarding the gate.\n\n[Illustration: Divider]\n\nS for the Sun that sets in the west;\n\nT for the Tomtit building its nest.\n\n[Illustration: Divider]\n\nU for the Umbrella that keeps off the rain;\n\nV for the Van that follows the train.\n\n[Illustration: THE NURSERY ALPHABET. R S T U V.]\n\nW for the Waggon that waits in the way;\n\nX is for none of the words I can say.\n\n[Illustration: Divider]\n\nY for the Yew growing by the church wall;\n\nZ is for Zero, that a nothing at all.\n\n\n[Illustration: THE NURSERY ALPHABET. W X Y Z.]\n\n\n\n\nSING-A-SONG OF SIXPENCE.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nSING-A-SONG OF SIXPENCE.\n\n\n          Sing-a-song of sixpence,\n            A pocket full of rye;\n          Four and twenty blackbirds\n            Baked in a pie.\n\n          When the pie was open'd,\n            The birds began to sing;\n          Was not that a dainty dish,\n            To set before the king?\n\n[Illustration]\n\n          The king was in his counting-house\n            Counting out his money;\n          The queen was in the parlour\n            Eating bread and honey.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n          The maid was in the garden\n            Hanging out the clothes;\n          By came a Jackdaw,\n            And snapt off her nose.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n          They sent for the king's doctor,\n            Who sewed it on again;\n          The Jackdaw for this naughtiness\n            Deservedly was slain.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nTHE FROG WHO WOULD A WOOING GO.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nTHE FROG WHO WOULD A WOOING GO.\n\n\n          A frog he would a wooing go,\n          Whether his mother would let him or no.\n\n          So off he marched with his nice new hat,\n          And on the way he met a rat.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n          When they came to the door of the Mouse's Hall,\n          They gave a loud knock, and they gave a loud call.\n\n          \"Pray Mrs. Mouse, are you within?\"\n          \"Oh yes, Mr. Rat, I am learning to spin.\"\n\n          \"Pray Mrs. Mouse, will you give us some beer?\n          For Froggy and I are fond of good cheer.\"\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n          But as they were all a merry-making,\n          The cat and her kittens came tumbling in.\n\n          The Cat she seized the rat by the crown,\n          The kittens they pulled the little mouse down.\n\n          This put poor frog in a terrible fright,\n          So he took up his hat and he wished them good night.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n          As Froggy was crossing him over a brook,\n          A lilly-white duck came and gobbled him up.\n\n          So there was an end of one, two, and three,\n          The Rat, the Mouse, and the little Froggee?\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nTHE THREE LITTLE PIGS.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nTHE STORY OF THE THREE LITTLE PIGS.\n\n\nOnce upon a time there was an old pig with three little pigs, and as she\nhad not enough to keep them, she sent them out to seek their fortune.\nThe first that went off met a man with a bundle of straw, and said to\nhim, \"Please, man, give me that straw to build me a house;\" which the\nman did, and the little pig built a house with it. Presently came along\na wolf, and knocked at the door, and said,--\n\n\"Little pig, little pig, let me come in.\"\n\nTo which the pig answered,--\n\n\"No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin.\"\n\nThe wolf then answered to that,--\n\n\"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in.\"\n\nSo he huffed and he puffed, and he blew his house in, and eat up the\nlittle pig.\n\nThe second little pig met a man with a bundle of furze, and said,\n\"Please man give me that furze to build a house;\" which the man did, and\nthe pig built his house. Then along came the wolf, and said,--\n\n\"Little pig, little pig, let me come in.\"\n\n\"No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin.\"\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\"Then I'll puff and I'll huff, and I'll blow your house in.\"\n\nSo he huffed, and he puffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and at last\nhe blew the house down, and he eat up the little Pig.\n\nThe third little pig met a man with a load of bricks, and said, \"Please,\nman, give me those bricks to build a house with;\" so the man gave him\nthe bricks, and he built his house with them. So the wolf came, as he\ndid to the other little pigs, and said,--\n\n\"Little pig, little pig, let me come in.\"\n\n\"No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin.\"\n\n\"Then I'll puff and I'll huff, and I'll blow your house in.\"\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\nWell, he huffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and he puffed, and he\npuffed, and he huffed; but he could not get the house down. When he\nfound that he could not, with all his huffing and puffing, blow the\nhouse down, he said, \"Little pig, I know where there is a nice field of\nturnips.\" \"Where?\" said the little pig. \"Oh, in Mr. Smith's Home-field,\nand if you will be ready to-morrow morning I will call for you, and we\nwill go together, and get some for dinner.\" \"Very well,\" said the little\npig \"I will be ready. What time do you mean to go?\" \"Oh, at six\no'clock.\" Well, the little pig got up at five, and got the turnips\nbefore the wolf came--(which he did about six)--and said, \"Little pig,\nare you ready?\" The little pig said, \"Ready! I have been, and come\nback again, and got a nice pot-full for dinner.\" The wolf felt very\nangry at this, but thought that he would be up to the little pig somehow\nor other, so he said, \"Little pig, I know where there is a nice\napple-tree.\" \"Where?\" said the pig. \"Down at Merry-garden,\" replied the\nwolf, \"and if you will not deceive me I will come for you, at five\no'clock to-morrow, and we will go together and get some apples.\" Well,\nthe little pig bustled up the next morning at four o'clock, and went off\nfor the apples, hoping to get back before the wolf came; but he had\nfurther to go, and had to climb the tree, so that just as he was coming\ndown from it, he saw the wolf coming, which, as you may suppose,\nfrightened him very much. When the wolf came up he said, \"Little pig,\nwhat! are you here before me? Are they nice apples?\" \"Yes, very,\" said\nthe little pig. \"I will throw you down one;\" and he threw it so far,\nthat, while the wolf was gone to pick it up, the little pig jumped down\nand ran home. The next day the wolf came again, and said to the little\npig, \"Little pig, there is a fair at Shanklin this afternoon, will you\ngo?\" \"Oh yes,\" said the pig, \"I will go: what time shall you be ready?\"\n\"At three,\" said the wolf. So the little pig went off before the time as\nusual, and got to the fair, and bought a butter-churn, which he was\ngoing home with, when he saw the wolf coming. Then he could not tell\nwhat to do. So he got into the churn to hide, and by so doing turned\nit round, and it rolled down the hill with the pig in it, which\nfrightened the wolf so much, that he ran home without going to the fair.\nHe went to the little pig's house, and told him how frightened he had\nbeen by a great round thing which came down the hill past him. Then the\nlittle pig said, \"Ha! I frightened you then. I had been to the fair and\nbought a butter-churn, and when I saw you, I got into it and rolled down\nthe hill.\" Then the wolf was very angry indeed, and declared he would\neat up the little pig, and that he would get down the chimney after him.\nWhen the little pig saw what he was about, he hung on the pot full of\nwater, and made up a blazing fire, and just as the wolf was coming down,\ntook off the cover, and in fell the wolf; so the little pig put on the\ncover again in an instant, boiled him up, and eat him for supper, and\nlived happy ever afterwards.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nPUSS IN BOOTS.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nPUSS IN BOOTS.\n\n\n[Illustration]\n\nOnce upon a time there was a miller who had three sons. When he was\ndying he left each of them a legacy. To his eldest son he left his mill;\nto the second his ass; and to the youngest his cat. The poor boy was\nvery sad when he found that he had nothing belonging to him but a cat;\nbut to his great surprise, puss jumped on the table, and said in a\nfriendly manner: \"Do not be sad my dear master. Only buy me a pair of\nboots and a bag, and I will provide for you and myself.\" So the miller's\nson, who had a shilling or two in his pocket, bought a smart little pair\nof boots and a bag, and gave them to puss, who put some bran and\nsow-thistles into his bag, opened the mouth of it, and lay down in a\nrabbit warren. A foolish young rabbit jumped into it; puss drew the\nstring and soon killed it. He went immediately to the palace with it. He\nfound the king and queen sitting on their throne; and bowing low, he\nlaid the rabbit at the king's feet, saying: \"Please your majesty, my\nmaster, the Marquis de Carrabas, has sent you a rabbit from his warren,\nas a mark of respect.\" \"I am much obliged to the Marquis,\" said the\nking, and he ordered the rabbit to be taken to the cook, and a piece\nof money to be given to the cat. Puss, much pleased, took a rabbit daily\nto the king as a gift from his master, till his majesty was well\nacquainted with the name of the Marquis de Carrabas, and with his\nwonderful cat. There was a very rich and cruel Ogre living in that\ncountry. One day puss went to call on him, and the ogre was quite amazed\nat hearing a cat talk; it was the first time too he had seen a \"Puss in\nBoots.\" \"Is it true, most wonderful ogre,\" said Puss, \"that you can\nchange yourself into any creature you please?\" \"Quite true, as you shall\nsee,\" said the ogre, and he changed himself into a lion, and roared so\nterribly, that the cat climbed up the wall out of his way. Then the ogre\nresumed his own ugly shape, and laughed at puss's fear. \"It was very\nsurprising,\" said the cat; \"you are of such a grand size that I do not\nwonder you could become a lion--but could you change yourself into some\nvery small animal?\" \"You shall see,\" said the stupid vain ogre, and he\nturned into a mouse. Directly puss saw him in that shape, he darted at\nhim and eat him up. The ogre quite deserved it, for he had eaten many\nmen himself. Then puss made haste back to his master, and said, \"Come\nand bathe in the river, and when the king comes by, do exactly as I tell\nyou, for I see his carriage.\" The miller's son obeyed his friend the\ncat, undressed and jumped into the water, and cunning puss ran away with\nhis clothes and hid them under a large stone. By-and-bye the king\ndrove by with his daughter. Puss began to call very loud \"Help, help! or\nmy lord Marquis de Carrabas will be drowned.\" The king stopped the coach\ndirectly, and asked what was the matter. Puss answered, that while his\nmaster was bathing, some thieves had stolen his clothes, and that\ntherefore the marquis could not come out of the water. The king luckily\nhad a dress suit with him, so he sent it by a servant to the Marquis,\nand desired him to accept a seat in the royal coach, and he would drive\nhim home.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\nThe miller's son looked very well in his fine clothes, and the king was\npleased with his appearance. Puss directed the coachman to drive to the\nlate ogre's castle, and then he ran on before. Coming to a large field\nin which reapers were at work, he said, \"If the king asks you to whom\nthese fields belong, you must say, to the Marquis de Carrabas, or you\nshall all be chopped as small as mincemeat.\" The men were so astonished\nat hearing a cat talk, that they dared not refuse; so when the king came\nby and asked, whose fields are these? they said, \"they belong to the\nMarquis de Carrabas.\" Next puss came to some meadows with shepherds and\nflocks of sheep, and said the same to them. So when the king asked them,\nwhose flocks are these? they answered, those of the Marquis de Carrabas.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nPuss ran on all over the dead ogre's land and said the same thing to\nthe woodmen and the gamekeepers on the road, who all obeyed him, till\nthe king at last said to the miller's son, \"You have a fine property, my\nlord Marquis de Carrabas.\" When puss came to the ogre's castle, he stood\non the steps and waited till the coach drove up.\n\n\"Will your majesty honour my lord by taking some refreshment,\" he said;\nand the king who had not so fine a castle belonging to himself, alighted\nfrom his carriage and entered the house. Now, the ogre was just going to\nhis dinner when puss had called and killed him, so there was a very fine\nfeast upon the table. Puss told the ogre's servants they should be made\ninto mincemeat if they did not consent to take the Marquis de Carrabas\nfor their master, and they were glad to serve him instead of the ogre.\nThe king took such a fancy to the rich Marquis de Carrabas, that he gave\nhim the princess for his wife. They lived in the ogre's fine castle\n(which puss presented to his master), and the most faithful and the\nhappiest of their servants was \"Puss in Boots.\"\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nTHE UGLY DUCKLING.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nTHE UGLY DUCKLING.\n\n\nOnce there was a duck who had just hatched a brood of ducklings; one of\nthem had been longer coming out of the shell than the others, and when\nit came it was very ugly. But its mother did not love it less on that\naccount; mothers never think their little ones ugly. It could swim very\nwell, so she knew it was not a young turkey, as an old duck had said it\nmight be, and she took it with all the rest of the brood to the\nfarm-yard to introduce it into good society. An old turkey, who was very\ngrand, came up to the duck, and said, \"Your children are all pretty\nexcept one. There is one ugly duckling. I wish you could improve him a\nlittle.\" \"That is impossible, your grace,\" replied the mother, \"he is\nnot pretty; but he has a good disposition, and swims even better than\nthe others.\" \"Well, the other ducklings are graceful enough,\" said the\nturkey, \"pray make yourselves at home, here.\"\n\nBut how could the ugly duckling do so? The whole farm-yard laughed at\nhim. The ducks pecked him, the fowls beat him, the girl who fed the\npoultry drove him away with a stick.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nThe poor duckling flew over the pailings, and joined some wild ducks who\nlived on the moor. \"You are very ugly,\" said the wild ducks; \"but that\nwill not matter if you do not want to marry into our family.\" After he\nhad been on the moor two days, he made friends with some wild geese, and\nhad nearly consented to fly over the sea with them, when \"pop, pop,\"\nwent a gun, and the poor gosling fell dead in the water. The poor\nduckling was so frightened that he hid himself amongst the rushes. When\nall was quiet again, he came out and ran over the moor till he reached a\ntumble-down cottage, the door of which was ajar. He crept in, and stayed\nthere all night. A woman, a cat, and a hen lived in this cottage. The\nhen had such short legs that her mistress called her \"Chickie short\nlegs.\" The old woman let the duckling live in her house, hoping that\nby-and-bye it might lay eggs. Now the cat was the master of the house,\nand the hen was the mistress, and they always said, \"We and the world,\"\nbecause they thought themselves half the world, at least. One day the\nduckling said sadly, \"It is very dull here, how much I should like to\nswim in the water and to dive.\" \"What a foolish idea,\" said the hen.\n\"You have nothing else to do, therefore you have strange fancies. If you\ncould purr or lay eggs they would pass away; ask the cat, he is the\ncleverest animal I know, if _he_ would like to dive in the water; ask\nour old mistress, there is no one in the world more clever than she\nis; do you think she would like to let the water close over her head?\"\n\"You don't understand me,\" said the duckling. \"I think I must go into\nthe world again.\" \"Very well, go,\" said the hen; and the duckling went.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\nVery near the cottage he found some water, where he could swim and dive;\nbut all creatures avoided him because he was so ugly, therefore he was\nalways alone. One evening there came a beautiful flock of birds out of\nthe bushes. They curved their graceful necks, while their soft plumage\nshone with dazzling whiteness. The duckling felt quite a strange\nsensation as he watched them fly up in the air. He stretched out his\nneck towards them, and uttered a cry so strange that it frightened\nhimself. How he loved the white birds! how he longed to be with them.\n\nBy-and-bye winter came, and froze the water quite hard. The ice crackled\nround the duckling and at last shut him in, so that he could not get\nout. Early in the morning a peasant who was passing saw what had\nhappened, broke the ice with his axe, took up the duckling, and carried\nit home to his wife.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nThe warmth revived the poor thing and it began to fly about; the\nchildren wanted to play with it, but they only frightened it; it ran to\nthe door which was open, and managed to slip away among the bushes,\nwhere it lay down in the new fallen snow.\n\nIt would be very sad to tell you all the duckling suffered that cold\nwinter; but spring came at last, and the young bird felt that his wings\nwere grown strong. He flew away, and stopped at last in a beautiful\ngarden near a fine piece of water. On it he saw two magnificent white\nbirds swimming. \"I will fly to those royal birds,\" he thought, \"they\nwill kill me because I am ugly; but I had rather be killed by them than\npecked by ducks, or beaten by hens.\" So he flew to the water and swam\ntowards the swans. \"Kill me,\" he said, as they sailed towards him, and\nhe bowed his head meekly. But what did he see in the stream? Not a dark\ngrey ugly duckling, but a beautiful swan! To be born in a duck's nest in\na farm-yard, does not matter to a bird, if it is hatched from a swan's\negg. Yes, he too was a swan. Now he would have friends to love him, and\nnobody would scorn and ill-use him any more. Ho rustled his feathers,\ncurved his slender neck and cried joyfully, \"I never thought such good\nwas in store for me when I was an ugly duckling.\"\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nTranscriber's Notes:\n\nObvious punctuation errors repaired.\n\nThe Ugly Duckling: Page 8: \"whitness\" changed to \"whiteness\" (with\ndazzling whiteness)","title":"Aunt Friendly's Picture Book.: Containing Thirty-six Pages of Pictures Printed in Colours by Kronheim","tradition":"folklore-oral-tradition","translated_text":null,"word_count":3692}