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THE
HAPPY
PRINCE
AND
OTHER
TALES
THE KING OF THE MOUNTAINS OF THE MOON
THE HAPPY PRINCE
And Other Tales
BY OSCAR WILDE
Illustrated by CHARLES ROBINSON
NEW YORK: BRENTANO'S

First published by David Nutt, May, 1888
Rt printedJanuary, 1889 February,

; 1902 ;
September,1905 February, 1907 ; March,

; 1908 ;
March, 1910
Reset and published by arrangement with David Nutt

by Duckworth & Co., 1920
Special Edition, reset. With illustrations by Charles

Robinson, published by arrangement with David Nutt
by Duckworth &f Co., 1913. Reprinted 1920
PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN

BY HAZELL, WATSON AND VINEY, LD.,
LONDON AND AYLESBURY.
vfl.
CARLOS BLACKER
CONTENTS
Page
THE HAPPY PRINCE -
15
THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE ROSE- 41
THE SELFISH GIANT -

59
THE DEVOTED FRIEND 73
THE REMARKABLE ROCKET 105
1 t
\ i
\
LIST OF COLOUR PLATES
THE KING OF THE MOUNTAINS OF THE MOON Frontis.
Facing page
THE PALACE OF SANS-SOUCI 20
THE LOVELIEST OF THE QUEEN'S MAIDS OF

HONOUR - 26
THER.ICH MAKINGMERRY INTHEIR BEAUTIFUL

HOUSES WHILE THE BEGGARS WERE SlTTING
AT THE GATES 32
SHE WILL PASS ME BY 42
His LIPS ARE SWEET AS HONEY 48
IN EVERY TREE HE COULD SEE THERE WAS A

LITTLE CHILD -
64
THE LITTLE BOY HE HAD LOVED - 68
THE GREEN LINNET -
HANS IN HIS GARDEN
THE RUSSIAN PRINCESS- - 106
"LET THE FIREWORKS

THE KING ----- BEGIN," SAID
122
THE
HAPPY
PRINCE
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THE HAPPY PRINCE
IGH above the city, on a tall
column, stood the statue
of the Happy Prince. He
was gilded all over with
thin leaves of fine gold,
for eyeshe had two bright
sapphires, and
a large red
ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.

" He
He was very much admired indeed.
is as beautiful as a weathercock," remarked
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THE HAPPY PRINCE
one of the Town Councillors who wished to
gain a
reputation for having artistic tastes ;
"
only not quite so useful," he added, fearing
lest people should think him unpractical,
which he really was not.
"
Why you be like the Happy Prince?'
can't
asked a sensible mother of her little boy who

was crying for the moon. "The Happy Prince
never dreams of crying for anything."
"I am glad there is some one in the world
who is
quite happy," muttered a disappointed
man as he gazed at the wonderful statue.
" He looks just like an said the
angel,"
Charity Children as they came out of the
cathedral in their bright scarlet cloaks and
their clean white pinafores.
" How do you know ?
'
said the Mathema-

u
tical Master, you have never seen one."
" Ah but we our dreams," an-
!
have, in
swered the children ;
and the Mathematical
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THE HAPPY PRINCE
Master frowned and looked very severe, for he
did not approve of children dreaming.
One night there flew over the city a little
Swallow. His friends had gone away to
Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed

behind, for he was in love with the most
beautiful Reed. He had met her early in the
spring as he was flying down the river after

a big yellow moth, and had been so attracted
by her slender waist that he had stopped to
talk to her.
" Shall I love ?
'
said the Swallow, who

you
come to
liked to the point at once, and the
Reed made him a low bow. So he flew
round and round her, touching the water with
his wings, and making silver ripples. This
was his courtship, and it lasted all through the
summer.
" It is a ridiculous attachment," twittered
" she has no
the other Swallows ; money, and
THE HAPPY PRINCE
'
far too many relations ;

and indeed the river
was quite full of Reeds. Then, when the

autumn came they all flew away.
After they had gone he felt lonely, and
" She has no
began to tire of his lady-love.
" and am
conversation," he said, I afraid that
she is a coquette, for she is

always flirting with
the wind." And certainly, whenever the
wind blew, the Reed made the most graceful
"
curtseys. I admit that she is domestic," he
" but love and
continued, I
travelling, my
wife, consequently, should love travelling also."
" Will
you come away with me ? he said
'
finally to her ;
but the Reed shook her head,
she was so attached to her home.
" You have been trifling with me," he cried.
" I am ofT to the Pyramids. Good-bye !
:
and he flew away.

All day long he flew, and at night-time he
arrived at the city. " Where shall I '
put up ?
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THE HAPPY PRINCE
"
he said ;
I
hope the town has made prepara-
^.' >
tions.
Then he saw the statue on the tall column.

" " it
I
put up there," he cried ;
will is a fine
position, with plenty of fresh air." So he
alighted just between the feet of the Happy

Prince.
"
have a golden bedroom," he said softly
I
to himself as he looked round, and he pre-
pared to go to sleep ; but just as he was putting

his head under his wing a large drop of water
fell on him.
" What a curious he
'
thing !
cried ; " there is not a single cloud in the sky,

the stars are quite clear and bright, and yet
it is
raining. The climate in the north of
Europe is
really dreadful. The Reed used to
like the rain, but that was merely her selfishness."
Then another drop fell.

" What is the use of a statue if it cannot
" "
keep the rain off"? he said ;
I must look for
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THE HAPPY PRINCE
a good chimney-pot," and he determined to
fly away.
But before he had opened his wings, a third
drop tell, and he looked up, and saw-
Ah ! what did he see ?
The eyes of the Happy Prince were filled
with tears, and tearswere running down his

golden cheeks. His face was so beautiful in
the moonlight that the little Swallow was filled
with pity.
" Who are ?
'
he said.
you
" I am the Prince."
Happy
" '
Why are you weeping then ? asked the

Swallow ; "
you have quite drenched me."
" When I was alive and had a human heart,"
answered the statue, " I did not know what
tears were, for I lived in the Palace of Sans-
Souci, where sorrow is not allowed to enter.

In the daytime I played with my companions
in the garden, and in the
evening I led the
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THE PALACE OF SANS-SOUCI
THE HAPPY PRINCE
dance in the Great Hall. Round the garden
ran a very lofty wall, but I never cared to ask
what lay beyond it, everything about me was
so beautiful. My courtiers called me the
Happy Prince, and happy indeed I was, if
pleasure be happiness. So I lived, and so

I died. And now that I am dead they have
set me up
here so high that I can see all the
ugliness and all the misery of my city, and

though my heart is made of lead yet I cannot
choose but weep."
" What is he not solid said the
'
!
gold ?
Swallow to himself. He was too polite to
make any personal remarks out loud.
" Far
away," continued the statue in a low
musical voice, " far away in a little street there
is a poor house. One of the windows is
open,
and through it I can see a woman seated at
a table. Her face is thin and worn, and she
has coarse, red hands, all
pricked by the needle,
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THE HAPPY PRINCE
for she is a seamstress. She is
embroidering
passion-flowers on a satin gown for the loveliest
of the Queen's maids-ot-honour to wear at the

next Court-ball. In a bed in the corner of
the room her little
boy is
lying ill. He has
a fever, and
asking for oranges.
is His mother
has nothing to give him but river water, so he
is
crying. Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,
will you not bring her the ruby out of my
sword-hilt? My feet are fastened to this pedestal

and I cannot move."
" am waited for in
I
Egypt," said the Swallow.
"
My friends are flying up and down the Nile,
and talking to the large lotus-flowers. Soon
they will go to sleep in the tomb of the great
King. The King is there himself in his painted
coffin. He is
wrapped in yellow linen, and
embalmed with spices.
Round his neck is
a chain of pale green jade, and his hands are

like withered leaves."
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THE HAPPY PRINCE
"
Swallow, Swallow," said
Swallow, little
" will
the Prince, you not stay with me for
one night, and be my messenger? The boy is
so thirsty, and the mother so sad."
" I don't think I like
boys," answered the
" Last
Swallow. summer, when I was staying
on the river, there were two rude boys, the
miller's sons, who were always throwing stones
at me. They never hit me, of course ; we
swallows fly
far too well for that, and besides,
I come of a family famous for its
agility ;
but
still, itwas a mark of disrespect."

But the Happy Prince looked so sad that
Swallow was "

the little sorry. It is
very cold
here," he said " but;
I will stay with you for
one night, and be your messenger."

"Thank you, little Swallow," said the Prince.
So the Swallow picked out the great ruby

from the Prince's sword, and flew away with
it in his beak over the roofs of the town.
THE HAPPY PRINCE
He passed by the cathedral tower, where
the white marble angels were sculptured. He
passed by the palace
and heard the sound of
dancing. A beautiful girl came out on the

" How wonderful the
balcony with her lover.
stars are," he said to her, " and how wonderful
is the power of love !
a dress will be ready in time for

I hope my
the State-ball," she answered " I have ordered
;
passion-flowers to be embroidered
on it ; but
the seamstresses are so lazy."
He passed over the river, and saw the
lanterns hanging to the masts of the ships.
He passed over the Ghetto, and saw the old
Jews bargaining with each other, and weighing
out money in copper scales. At last he came
to the poor house and looked in. The boy
was tossing feverishly on his bed, and the
mother had fallen asleep, she was so tired. In
he hopped, and laid the great ruby on the
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table beside the woman's thimble. Then he
flew gently round the bed, fanning the boy's
forehead with his wings. " How cool I feel !
'
said the boy, " I must be getting better ;

'
and
he sank into a delicious slumber.
Then the Swallow flew back to the Happy
him what he had done. " It
Prince, and told
is he remarked, " but I feel
curious," quite
warm now, although it is so cold."
a That is because
you have done a good
action," said the Prince. And the little
Swallow began to think, and then he fell
asleep. Thinking always made him sleepy.

When day broke he flew down to the
river and had a bath. " What a remark-
able phenomenon said the Professor of
Ornithology as he was passing over the

u A swallow in winter '
And he
bridge. !
wrote a long letter about it to the local
newspaper. Every one quoted it, it was

THE HAPPY PRINCE
full of so many words that they could not
understand.
" said the
To-night I go to Egypt," Swallow,
and he was in high spirits at the prospect.
He visited all the public monuments, and sat
a long time on top of the church steeple.

Wherever he went the Sparrows chirruped,
and said to each " What a
other, distinguished
stranger !
'
so he enjoyed himself very much.

When the moon rose he flew back to the
" Have
Happy Prince. you any commissions
for ?
'
he cried " I am
Egypt ; just starting."
"
Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said
the Prince, " will you not stay with me one
'
night longer ?
" I am waited for in
Egypt," answered the
" To-morrow
Swallow. my friends will fly
up to the Second Cataract. The river-horse
couches there among the bulrushes, and on

a great granite throne sits the God Memnon.
THE LOVELIEST OF THE (JUEEN'S MAIDS OF HONOUR
THE HAPPY PRINCE
All night long he watches the stars, and when
the morning star shines he utters one cry of
joy, and then he is silent. At noon the yellow

lions come down to the water's edge to drink.
They have eyes like green beryls, and their
roar is louder than the roar of the cataract."
" little said
Swallow, Swallow, Swallow,"
the Prince, " far across the city I see
away
a young man in a garret. He is
leaning over
a desk covered with papers, and in a tumbler
by his side there is a bunch of withered violets.

His hair is brown and crisp, and his lips are
red as a pomegranate, and he has large and
dreamy eyes. He
trying to finish a play
is
for the Director of the Theatre, but he is too
cold to write any more. There is no fire in

the grate, and hunger has made him faint."
" I will wait with
you one night longer,"
said the Swallow, who really had a good heart.
" Shall I take him another ruby ?
'
THE HAPPY PRINCE
" Alas ! I have no ruby now," said the
Prince " have
; my eyes are all that I left.
They are made of rare sapphires, which were

brought out of India a thousand years ago.
Pluck out one of them and take it to him.
He will sell it to the jeweller, and buy food
and firewood, and finish his play."
" Dear said the Swallow, " I cannot
Prince,"
"
do that ;
and he began to weep.
"
the Prince, " do as I command you."
So the Swallow plucked out the Prince's
eye, and flew away to the student's garret.

It was easy enough to get in, as there was
a hole in the roof. Through this he darted,
and came into the room. The young man
had his head buried in his hands, so he did
not hear the flutter of the bird's wings, and
when he looked up he found the beautiful
sapphire lying on the withered violets.
THE HAPPY PRINCE
"I am beginning to be appreciated," he cried;
" this is from some Now I can
great admirer.
finish my and he looked quite happy.
play,"
The next day the Swallow flew down to
the harbour. He sat on the mast of a large
vessel and watched the sailors
hauling big
chests out of the hold with ropes. " Heave
'
a-hoy !
they shouted as each chest came up.
" I am '
cried the Swallow,

going to Egypt !
but nobody minded, and when the moon rose

he flew back to the Happy Prince.
" I am come to bid
you good-bye," he
cried.
"
the Prince, " will you not stay with me one
:
night longer ?
" It is " and
winter," answered the Swallow,
the chill snow will soon be here. In Egypt
the sun is warm on the green palm-trees, and
the crocodiles lie in the mud and look lazily
THE HAPPY PRINCE
about them. My companions are
ouilding
a nest in the Temple of Baalbec, and the
pink
and white doves are watching them, and cooing
to each other. Dear Prince, I must leave you,
but I will never forget you, and next spring
I will bring you back two beautiful jewels in
place of those you have given away. The

ruby shall be redder than a red rose, and the
sapphire shall be as blue as the great sea."
" In the
square below," said the Happy
" there stands a little She
Prince, match-girl.
has let her matches fall in the gutter, and they
are all spoiled. Her father will beat her if
she does not bring home some money, and
she is
crying. She has no shoes or stockings,
and her little head is bare. Pluck out my
other eye and give it to her, and her father
will not beat her."
" I will
stay with you one night longer,"
said the Swallow, " but I cannot pluck out
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your eye. You would
be quite blind then."
"
Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the
" do as I command
Prince, you."
So he plucked out the Prince's other eye,
and darted down with it. He swooped past
the match-girl, and slipped the jewel into the
" What a of
palm of her hand. lovely bit
'
glass ! cried the little

girl ; and she ran home,
laughing.
Then the Swallow came back to the Prince.
" You are blind " so
now," he said, I will stay
with you always."

"
No, little Swallow," said the poor Prince,
"
you must go away to Egypt."
" I will with said the
stay you always,"
Swallow, and he slept at the Prince's feet.
All the next day he sat on the Prince's
shoulder, and told him stories of what he had

seen in strange lands. He told him of the
red ibises, who stand in long rows on the
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THE HAPPY PRINCE
banks of the Nile, and catch gold-fish in their
beaks ; of the Sphinx, who is as old as the
world itself, and lives in the desert, and knows
everything; of the merchants, who walk slowly
by the side of their camels and carry amber
beads in their hands ;
of the King of the
Mountains of the Moon, who is as black as
ebony, and worships a large crystal ; of the
great green snake that sleeps in a palm tree,
and has twenty priests to feed it with honey-
cakes ; and of the pygmies who sail over a big
lake on large flat leaves, and are always at war
with the butterflies.
" Dear little "
Swallow," said the Prince, you
tell me of marvellous
things, but more marvel-
lous than anything the suffering of men and
is
of women. There is no Mystery so great as

Misery. Fly over my city,
little Swallow, and
tell me what you see there."
So the Swallow flew over the great city,

and
THE RICH MAKING MERRY IX THEIR BEAUTIFUL HOUSES, WHILE THE
BEGGARS WERE SITTING AT THE GATES
THE HAPPY PRINCE
saw the rich making merry in their beautiful
houses, while the beggars were sitting at the
gates. He flew into dark lanes, and saw the

white faces of starving children looking out
listlessly
at the black streets. Under the arch-
way of a bridge two little boys were lying in
one another's arms to try and keep themselves
a How
warm. hungry we are they said.
!
" You must not lie here," shouted the Watch-

man, and they wandered out into the rain.
Then he flew back and told the Prince
what he had seen.
a I am covered with fine gold," said the
"
Prince, you must take it off, leaf by leaf,
and give it to my poor ; the living always
think that gold can make them happy."
Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the Swallow
picked off, till the HappyPrince looked quite

dull and grey. Leaf after leaf of the fine gold
he brought to the poor, and the children's
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THE HAPPY PRINCE
faces grew and they laughed and played
rosier,
" We have bread now :
games in the street. !
they cried.
Then the snow came, and after the snow
came the frost. The streets looked as if they
were made of silver, they were so bright and
long icicles like crystal daggers
glistening ;
hung down from the eaves of the houses,

everybody went about in furs, and the little
boys wore scarlet caps and skated on the
ice.
The poor Swallow grew colder and

little
colder, but he would not leave the Prince, he

loved him too well. He picked up crumbs
outside the baker's door when the baker was
not looking, and tried to keep himself warm
by flapping his wings.
But at last he knew that he was going to
die. He had just strength to fly up to the
Prince's shoulder once more. "
Good-bye,
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THE HAPPY PRINCE
he murmured, " will you
:
dear Prince ! let

'
me kiss your hand ?
" am
I
glad that you are going to Egypt at
"
last, little Swallow," said the Prince, you
have stayed too long here ;
but you must kiss
me on the love you."
lips,
for I
"It is not to
Egypt that I am going," said
" I am
the Swallow. going to the House of
'
Death. Death the brother of Sleep, is he not?

is
And he kissed the Happy Prince on the
lips,
and fell down dead at his feet.
At that moment a curious crack sounded

inside the statue, as if something had broken.
The fact is that the leaden heart had
snapped
right in two. It
certainly was a dreadfully
hard frost.
Early the next morning the Mayor was

walking in the square below in company with
the Town As they passed the
Councillors.
column he looked up at the statue " Dear :
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THE HAPPY PRINCE
'
me ! how shabby the Happy Prince looks !
he said.
" How Town
shabby, indeed ! cried the
Councillors, who
agreed with the always
Mayor ; and they went up to look at it.
" The
ruby has fallen out of his sword, his
eyes are gone, and he is golden no longer,"
said the " in he is little better
Mayor ; fact,
'
than a beggar !
" Little better than a beggar," said the

Town Councillors.
a And here is a dead bird at his
actually
feet
'
continued the " We must

!
Mayor.
really issue a proclamation that birds are not
to be allowed to die here." And the Town
Clerk made a note of the suggestion.
So they pulled down the statue of the
Prince. " As he no longer beautiful
Happy is
|
he is no longer useful," said the Art Professor
at the
University.
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THE HAPPY PRINCE
Thenthey melted the statue in a furnace,
and the Mayor held a meeting of the Corpora-
tion to decide what was to be done with the
metal. " We must have another of
statue,
u and
course," he said, it shall be a statue of
myself."
u Of said each of the Town
myself,"
Councillors, and
they quarrelled. When
I last heard of them they were quarrelling
still.
"What a strange thing said the overseer !

'
of the workmen at the foundry. " This broken

lead heart will not melt in the furnace. We
must throw away."itSo they threw it on a
dust-heap where the dead Swallow was also

lying.
" me the two most precious things
Bring
in the city," said God to one of His Angels ;
and the Angel brought Him the leaden heart

and the dead bird.
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THE HAPPY PRINCE
" You have " for
rightly chosen," said God,
in
my garden of Paradise this little bird shall
sing for evermore, and in my city of gold the
Happy Prince shall praise me."

THE
NIGHTINGALE
AND
THE
ROSE
THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE
ROSE
HE said that she would

dance with me if I brought
her red roses," cried the
" but in
young Student ;
no
garden there
is
all my
red rose."
From her nest in the
holm-oak tree the heard him,

Nightingale
and
and she looked out through the leaves,
wondered.
F
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THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE ROSE
" No red rose in he cried,
'
all
garden my !
and his beautiful eyes filled with tears. " Ah,

on what little things does happiness depend !
I have read all that the wise men have written,

and the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet
all
for want of a red rose is my life made wretched."

" Here at last is a true lover," said the Night-
"
ingale. Night sung of him,
after night have I
though I knew him not night after night have

:
I told his
story to the stars, and now I see him.
His hair is dark hyacinth-blossom, and
as the
his lips are red as the rose of his desire ; but
passion has made his face like pale ivory, and

sorrow has set her seal upon his brow."
" The Prince
gives a ball to-morrow night,"
murmured the young Student, " and my love
will beof the company. If I bring her a red
rose she will dance with me till dawn. If I
bring her a red rose, I shall hold her in my arms,

and she will lean her head upon my shoulder,
'SHE \VII.I, PASS .MR BY"
and her hand will be clasped in mine. But
there is no red rose in my garden, so I shall sit
lonely, and she will pass me by. She will have

no heed of me, and my heart will break."
" Here indeed is the true
lover," said the
" What I he suffers
Nightingale. sing ol, :
what is
joy to me, to him is
pain. Surely Love
is a wonderful thing. It is more precious than
emeralds, and dearer than fine opals. Pearls
and pomegranates cannot buy it, nor is it set
forth in the market-place. It

may not be pur-
chased of the merchants, nor can it be weighed
out in the balance for gold."
" The musicians will sit in their
gallery,"
"
said the young Student, and play upon their
stringed instruments, and my love will dance to
the sound of the harp and the violin. She will
dance so lightly that her feet will not touch the
floor, and the courtiers in their gay dresses will
throng round her. But with me she will not

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"
dance, for have no red rose to give her; and
I
he flung himself down on the grass, and buried

his face in his hands, and wept.
" he weeping ? asked a
'
Green
Why is little
Lizard, as he ran past him with his tail in the air.

" indeed ?
'
said a Butterfly, who was

Why,
fluttering about after a sunbeam.
" '
Why, indeed ?
whispered a Daisy to his
neighbour, in a soft, low voice.

" He is for a red rose," said the
weeping
Nightingale.
" For a red rose '
" how
?
they cried ; very
ridiculous !
'
and the little Lizard, who was

something of a cynic, laughed outright.
But the Nightingale understood the secret of
5*
the Student's sorrow, and she sat silent
in the oak-tree, and thought about the
mystery of Love.
Suddenly she spread her brown wings
flight, and soared into the air. She
for
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passed through the grove like a shadow, and
like a shadow she sailed across the garden.
In the centre of the grass-plot was standing

a beautiful Rose-tree, and when she saw it she
flew over to it, and lit
upon a spray.
" Give me a red rose," she cried, " and I
will sing you my sweetest song."

But the Tree shook its head.
" it answered
" as
Myroses are white," ;
white as the foam of the sea, and whiter

than the snow upon the mountain. But
go to my brother who grows round the old
sun-dial, and perhaps he will give you

what you want."
So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-
tree that was growing round the old sun-dial.
" Give me a red " and
rose," she cried,
I will singyou my sweetest song."
" answered
My|roses are yellow," it ;
as
45
yellow as the hair
of the mermaiden who sits
upon an amber throne, and yellower than the

daffodil that blooms in the meadow before the
mower comes with his scythe. But go to my
brother who grows beneath the Student's
window, and perhaps he will give you what

you want."
So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree
that was growing beneath the Student's window.
" Give me a red she a and I
rose," cried,
will sing you my sweetest song."
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roses are red,"
" as red
My it answered,
as the feet of the dove, and redder than the
great fans of coral that wave and wave in the

ocean-cavern. But the winter has chilled my
veins, and the frost has nipped my buds, and
the storm has broken my branches, and I shall
have no roses at all this

year."
" One red rose is all I cried the
want,"
" Is there no
Nightingale, only one red rose !
'
way by which I can get it ?

" There is a " but
way," answered the Tree ;
it is so terrible that I dare not tell it to you."
" Tell "
it to me," said the Nightingale, I
am not afraid."
" If
you want a red rose," said the Tree,
"
you must build it out of music by moonlight,
and with your own heart's-blood. You
stain it
must sing to me with your breast against a

thorn. All night long you must sing to me,
and the thorn must pierce your heart, and your
life-blood must flow into my veins, and become
mine."
" Death a great price to pay lor a red
is
" and Life is

rose," cried the Nightingale, very
dear to all. It is
pleasant to sit in the green
wood, and to watch the Sun in his chariot of
gold, and the Moon in her chariot of pearl.
Sweet is the scent of the hawthorn, and sweet
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are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and
the heather that blows on the hill. Yet Love
is better than Life, and what is the heart of a
'
bird compared to the heart of a man ?
So she spread her brown wings for flight,

and soared into the air. She swept over the
garden like a shadow, and like a shadow she

sailed through the grove.
The young Student was still
lying on the
grass, where she had left him, and the tears
were not yet dry in his beautiful eyes.
" Be " be
happy," cried the Nightingale,
shall have your red rose. I will
happy ; you
build it out of music by moonlight, and stain
it with my own heart's-blood. All that I ask
of you in return is that you will be a true lover,
for Love is wiser than Philosophy, though he
is wise, and mightier than Power, though he
is
mighty. Flame-coloured are his wings, and
coloured like flame is his body. His lips
are
HIS LIPS ARE SWEET AS HONEY"
sweet as honey, and his breath is like frank-
incense.'
The Student looked up from the grass, and
listened, but he could not understand what the
Nightingale was saying to him, for he only
knew the things that are written down in books.

But the Oak-tree understood, and felt sad,
for he was very fond of the little Nightingale
who had built her nest in his branches.
" "I
Sing me one last song," he whispered ;
shall feel
very lonely when you are gone."
So the Nightingale sang to the Oak-tree,
and her voice was like water bubbling from a
silver
jar.
When she had finished her song, the Student
got up, and pulled a note-book and a lead-pencil

out of his pocket.
" She has
form," he said to himself, as he
walked away through the grove " that cannot
be denied to her ;
but has she got feeling ? I
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am afraid not. In fact, she is like most artists;
she is all
style
without any sincerity. She
would not sacrifice herself for others. She
thinks merely of music, and everybody knows
that the arts are selfish. Still, it must be ad-
mitted that she has some beautiful notes in her

voice. What a pity it is that they do not mean
'
anything, or do any practical good ! And he

went into room, and lay down on his little
his
pallet-bed, and began

to think of his love ; and,
after a time, he fell

asleep.
And when the Moon shone in the heavens
the Nightingale flew to the Rose-tree, and set
her breast against the thorn. All night long
she sang with her breast against the thorn, and
the cold crystal Moon leaned down and listened.
All night long she sang and the thorn went
deeper and deeper into her breast, and her life-

blood ebbed away from her.
She sang first of the birth of love in the
heart of a boy and a girl. And on the top-
most spray of the Rose-tree there blossomed
a marvellous rose, petal following petal, as song
followed song. Pale was it, at first, as the
mist that hangs over the river pale as the feet
of the morning, and silver as the wings of the
dawn. As the shadow of a rose in a mirror of
silver, as the shadow of a rose in a
water-pool,
so was the rose that blossomed on the topmost
spray of the Tree.

But the Tree cried to the Nightingale to
" Press
press closer against the thorn. closer,
" or the
little
Nightingale," cried the Tree,
Day will come before the rose is finished."
So the Nightingale pressed closer against

the thorn, and louder and louder grew her
song, for she sang of the birth of passion in

the soul of a man and a maid.
And a delicate flush of
pink came into the
leaves of the rose, like the flush in the face of
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the bridegroom when he kisses the lips of the
bride. But the thorn had not yet reached her
heart, so the rose's heart remained white, for
only a Nightingale's heart's-blood can crimson

the heart of a rose.
And the Tree cried to the Nightingale to
closer against the thorn. " Press
press closer,
"
little
Nightingale," cried the Tree, or the Day
will come before the rose is finished."
So the Nightingale pressed closer against the
thorn, and the thorn touched her heart, and a
fierce pang of pain shot
through her. Bitter,
bitter was the pain, and wilder and wilder grew
her song, for she sang of the Love that is
perfected by Death, of the Love that dies not

in the tomb.
And the marvellous rose became crimson,
like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson
was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a
ruby was the heart.

But the Nightingale's voice grew fainter, and
her wings began to beat, and a film came
little
over her eyes. Fainter and fainter grew her
song, and she felt something choking her in

her throat.
Then she gave one last burst of music. The
white Moon heard it, and she forgot the dawn,
and lingered on in the sky. The red rose
heard it, and it trembled over with ecstasy,
all
and opened its petals to the cold morning air.

Echo bore it to her purple cavern in the hills,
and woke the sleeping shepherds from their
dreams. It floated
through the reeds of the
river,and they carried its message to the sea.
" cried the Tree, " the rose is
'
Look, look !
finished now ;
'
but the Nightingale made no

answer, for she was lying dead in the long grass,
with the thorn in her heart.
And at noon the Student opened his window
and looked out.
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"
Why, what wonderful piece of luck!'
a
he cried " here is a red rose I have never !

;
seen any rose like it in all

my life. It is so
beautiful that I am sure it has a long Latin

'
name and he leaned down and plucked it.

;
Then he put on his hat, and ran up to the

Professor's house with the rose in his hand.
The daughter of the Professor was sitting in
the doorway winding blue silk on a reel, and
her little dog was lying at her feet.
" You said that
you would dance with me if
I brought you a red rose," cried the Student.
" Here is the reddest rose in all the world.
You will wear it to-night next your heart, and
as we dance together it will tell you how I
love you."
But the girl

frowned.
" am
I afraid it will not go with
"
my dress," she answered ; and,
besides, the Chamberlain's nephew
54
has sent me some real jewels, and everybody
knows that jewels cost far more than flowers."
"
Well, upon word, you are very un-
my
grateful," said the Student angrily ; and he
threw the rose into the street, where it fell into
the gutter, and a cart-wheel went over it.
" '
said the girl. " I tell
Ungrateful !
you
what, you are very rude ; and, after all, who
are you ?
Only a Student. Why, I don't
believe you have even got silver buckles to
'
your shoes Chamberlain's nephew has ;

as the
and she got up from her chair and went into

the house.
"What a silly thing Love is!" said the Student
as he walked away. " It is not half as useful
as Logic, for it does not prove anything, and

it is
always telling one of things that are not
going to happen, and making one believe things
that are not true. In fact, it is
quite unpractical,
and, as in this age to be practical is
every-
55
thing, I shall
go back to Philosophy and study
Metaphysics."
So he returned to his room and pulled out
a great dusty book, and began to read.
THE
SELFISH
GIANT
THE SELFISH GIANT
VERY afternoon, as they

were coming from school,
the children used to go
and play in the Giant's
garden.
It was a large lovely
garden, with soft green
grass. Here and there over the grass stood
beautiful flowers like stars, and there were
twelve peach-trees that in the spring-time broke
out into delicate blossoms of pink and pearl,
59
THE SELFISH GIANT
and in the autumn bore rich fruit. The birds
sat on the trees and sang so sweetly that the

children used to stop their games in order to
" How
happy we are here
'
listen to them. !
they cried to each other.

One day the Giant came back. He had
been to visit his friend the Cornish ogre, and
had stayed with him for seven years. After the
seven years were over he had said all that he
had to say, for his conversation was limited,
and he determined to return to his own castle.
When he arrived he saw the children playing

in the garden.
" What
' '
you doing here ? he cried in a

are
very gruff voice, and the children ran away.

"
My own garden my own
garden," said
is
the Giant ; " any one can understand that, and

I will allow
nobody to play in it but myself."
So he built a high wall all round it, and put
up a notice-board.
THE SELFISH GIANT
TRESPASSERS
WILL BE
PROSECUTED
He was a very selfish Giant.
The poor children had now nowhere to play.
They tried on the road, but the road

to play
was very dusty and full of hard stones, and they

did not like it. They used to wander round
the high wall when their lessons were over, and
talk about the beautiful garden inside. " How
'
happy we were there they said to each other.

!
Then the Spring came, and all over the
country there were little blossoms and little

birds.
Only in the garden of the Selfish Giant
it was still winter. The birds did not care to
sing in it as there were no children, and the

trees forgot to blossom. Once a beautiful flower
put its head out from the grass, but when it saw
the notice-board it was so sorry for the children
61
THE SELFISH GIANT
that slipped back into the ground again, and
it
went off to sleep. The only people who were

"
pleased were the Snow and the Frost. Spring
has forgotten this garden," they cried, " so we
will live here all the year round." The Snow

covered up the grass with her great white cloak,
and the Frost painted all the trees silver. Then
they invited the North Wind to stay with them,
and he came. He was wrapped in furs, and
he roared day about the garden, and blew
all
the chimney-pots down. " This is a

delightful
he " we must ask the Hail on a
spot," said,
visit." So the Hail came.
Every day for three
hours he rattled on the roof of the castle till he
broke most of the slates, and then he ran round
and round the garden as fast as he could go.
He was dressed in grey, and his breath was
like ice.
" I cannot understand the Spring is so
why
late in
coming," said the Selfish Giant, as he
THE SELFISH GIANT
sat at the window and looked out at his cold
white garden; "I hope there will be a change

in the weather."
But the Spring never came, nor the Summer.
The Autumn gave golden fruit to
every garden,
but to the Giant's garden she gave none. " He
is too selfish," she said. So it was always

Winter there, and the North Wind and the
Hail, and the Frost, and the Snow danced about
through the trees.
One morning the Giant was lying awake in
bed when he heard some lovely music. It
sounded so sweet to his ears that he thought
itmust be the King's musicians passing by. It

was really only a little linnet singing outside
his window, but it was so long since he had
heard a bird sing in his garden that it seemed
to him to be the most beautiful music in the
world. Then the Hail stopped dancing over
his head, and the North Wind ceased roaring,
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THE SELFISH GIANT
and a delicious perfume came to him through
the open casement.
" I believe the Spring has
come at last," said the Giant ;

and he jumped
out of bed and looked out.
What did he see?
He saw a most wonderful sight. Through
a little hole in the wall the children had crept
in, and they were sitting in the branches of the
trees. In every tree that he could see there
was a little child. And the trees were so glad
back again that they had
to have the children
covered themselves with blossoms, and were
waving theirarms gently above the children's

heads. The birds were flying about and twitter-
ing with delight, and the flowers were looking
up through the green grass and laughing. It
was a lovely scene, only in one corner it was

still winter. It was the farthest corner of the
garden, and in it was standing a little boy.
He was so small that he could not reach up to
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IN EVERY TREE HE COULIJ SEE THERE WAS A LITTLE CHILD
THE SELFISH GIANT
the branches of the tree, and he was wandering
all round it, crying bitterly. The poor tree
was still
quite covered with frost and snow, and
the North Wind was blowing and roaring above
" Climb
it.
up little boy," said the Tree, and
!
it bent its branches down as low as it could ;
but the boy was too tiny.

And the Giant's heart melted as he looked
out. " How selfish I have been !
'
he said ;
" now I know why

the Spring would not come
here. I will
put that poor little boy on the
top of the tree, and then I will knock down the
wall, and my garden shall be the children's
playground for ever and ever." He was really
very sorry for what he had done.

So he crept downstairs and opened the front
door quite softly, and went out into the garden.
But when the children saw him they were so
frightened that they all ran away, and the gar-
den became winter again. Only the little boy
65 i
THE SELFISH GIANT
did not run, for his eyes were so full of tears
that he did not see the Giant coming. And
the Giant stole up behind him and took him
gently in his hand, and put him up into the
tree. And the tree broke at once into blossom,
and the birds came and sang on it, and the
boy stretched out his two arms and flung
little
them round the Giant's neck, and kissed him.

And the other children, when they saw that the
Giant was not wicked any longer, came running
" It is
back, and with them came the Spring.
your garden now, little children," said the
Giant, and he took a great axe and knocked
down the wall. And when the people were
going to market at twelve o'clock they found
the Giant playing with the children in the most
beautiful garden they had ever seen.
All day long they played, and in the evening
they came to the Giant to bid him good-bye.

" But where is
your little
companion?" he
66
THE SELFISH GIANT
" the The
said :
put into the tree."
boy I
Giant loved him the best because he had kissed

him.
" We don't
know," answered the children ;
u he has
gone away."
" You must tell him to be sure and come
here to-morrow," said the Giant. But the

children said that they did not know where he
lived, and had never seen him before; and the

Giant felt
very sad.
Every afternoon, when school was over, the
children came and played with the Giant. But
the little
boy whom the Giant loved was never
seen again. The Giant was very kind to all
the children, yet he longed for his first little
friend, and often spoke of him.

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How I would
'
like to see him ! he used to say.

Years went over, and the Giant grew very
old and feeble. He could not play about any
more, so he sat in a huge armchair, and watched
67
THE SELFISH GIANT
the children at their games, and admired his
u I have
garden. many beautiful flowers," he
said ;
" but the children are the most beautiful
flowers of all."
One winter morning he looked out of his
window as he was dressing. He did not hate
the winter now, for he knew that it was merely
the Spring asleep, and that the flowers were
resting.
Suddenly he rubbed his eyes in wonder and

looked and looked. It certainly was a marvel-
lous sight. In the farthest corner of the garden

was a tree quite covered with lovely white
blossoms. Its branches were all golden, and
silver fruit hung down from them, and under-
neath it stood the little
boy he had loved.
Downstairs ran the Giant in great joy, and
out into the garden. He hastened across the
grass, and came near to the child. And when
he came quite close his face grew red with
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c
^-^ 'V . /T A ^S
THE LITTLE BOY HE HAD LOVED

THE SELFISH GIANT
" Who hath dared to wound
anger, and he said,
3
thee ? For on the palms of the child's hands

were the prints of two nails, and the prints of
two nails were on the little feet.
a Who hath dared to wound thee ?
'
cried
the Giant ; " tell me, that I might take my big
sword and slay him."
" " " but these are
Nay answered the child
!
;
the wounds of Love."

" Who art thou ?
'
said the Giant, and a
strange awe fell on him, and he knelt before
the little child.
And the child smiled on the Giant, and said
to him, " You let me play once in your garden,
to-day you shall come with me to my garden,
which is Paradise."
And when the children ran in that afternoon,
they found the Giant lying dead under the tree,

all covered with white blossoms.
THE
DEVOTED
FRIEND
THE DEVOTED FRIEND
NE morning the old
Water-rat put his head
out of his hole. He had
bright beady eyes and

stiff
grey whiskers and
his tail was like a long
bit of black india-rubber.
The little ducks were swimming about in the
pond, looking just like a lotof yellow canaries,

and their mother, who was pure white with
real red legs, was trying to teach them how
to stand on their heads in the water.
73 K
THE DEVOTED FRIEND
" You will never be in the best society
unless you can stand on your heads," she kept
saying to them
and every now and then she
;
showed them how it was done. But the little

ducks paid no attention to her. They were
so young that they did not know what an
advantage it is to be in society at all.

u What disobedient children " cried the old !
Water-rat; "they really deserve to be drowned."

"
Nothing of the kind," answered the Duck,
"
every one must make a beginning, and parents
cannot be too patient."
" Ah I know about the
!
nothing feelings
of parents," said the Water-rat ; " I am not
a family man. In fact, I have never been
married, and I never intend to be. Love is
all
very well in way, but friendship is much
its
higher. Indeed, I know of nothing in the

world that is either nobler or rarer than a
devoted friendship."
74
THE DEVOTED FRIEND
" And
what, pray, is your idea of the duties
'
of a devoted friend ? asked a green Linnet,

who was sitting in a willow-tree hard by, and
had overheard the conversation.
" what want to
Yes, that is
just I know,"
said the Duck; and she swam away to
the end of the pond, and stood upon her

head, in order to give her children a good
example.
" What a cried the Water-
3
silly question
!
" I should
rat. expect my devoted friend to
be devoted to me, of course."
u And what would do in return ?
'
you
said the little bird, swinging upon a silver
spray, and flapping his tiny wings.

" I don't understand you," answered the
Water-rat.
" Let me on the
tell
you a story subject,"
said the Linnet.
" Is the story about me ? " asked the Water-
75
THE DEVOTED FRIEND
" If I will listen to for I am
rat. so, it,
extremely fond of fiction."

" It is
applicable to you," answered the
Linnet ; and he flew down, and alighting upon
the bank, he told the story of The Devoted
Friend.
"Once upon a time," said the Linnet, " there
was an honest little fellow named Hans."

" Was he ?
'
asked the
very distinguished
Water-rat.
" " I don't think
No," answered the Linnet,
he was distinguished at all, except for his kind
heart, and his funny round
good-humoured
face. He lived in a tiny cottage all by him-
self, and every day he worked in his garden.
In all the country-side there was no garden

so lovely as his. Sweet-william grew there,
and Gilly-flowers, and Shepherds'-purses, and
Fair-maids of France. There were damask
Roses, and yellow Roses, lilac Crocuses and
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THE GREEN LINNET
THE DEVOTED FRIEND
gold, purple Violets and white.
Columbine
and Ladysmock, Marjoram and Wild Basil, the
Cowslip and the Flower-de-luce, the Daffodil
and the Clove-Pink bloomed or blossomed in
their proper order as the months went

by, one
flower taking another flower's place, so that
there were always beautiful things to look at,
and pleasant odours to smell.
" Little Hans had a great many friends, but
the most devoted friend of was big Hugh
all
the Miller. Indeed, so devoted was the rich

Miller to little Hans, that he would never go
by his garden without leaning over the wall

and plucking a large nosegay, or a handful of
sweet herbs, or filling
his pockets with plums
and cherries if it was the fruit season.
" Real friends should have everything in
c
common,' the Miller used to say, and little

Hans nodded and smiled, and felt
very proud
of having a friend with such noble ideas.
77
THE DEVOTED FRIEND
"
Sometimes, indeed, the neighbours thought
it
strange that the rich Miller never gave little
Hans anything in return, though he had a
hundred sacks of flour stored away in his mill,
and six milch cows, and a large flock of woolly
sheep ;
but Hans never troubled his head about
these things, and nothing gave him greater
pleasure than to listen to all the wonderful

things the Miller used to say about the unselfish-
ness of true friendship.
" So Hans worked away in his garden.
little
During the spring, the summer, and the autumn

he was very happy, but when the winter came,
and he had no to bring to the
fruit or flowers
market, he suffered a good deal from

cold and hunger, and often had to go
to bed without any supper but a few
dried pears or some hard nuts. In the
winter, also, he was extremely lonely,

as the Miller never came to see him then.
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rv
THE DEVOTED FRIEND
" '
There no good in
is
my going to see little
Hans as long as the snow lasts,' the Miller used

to say to his wife,
c
for when people are in
trouble they should be left alone and not be
bothered by visitors. That at least is my idea
about friendship, and I am sure I am right.
So I shall wait till the spring comes, and then
I shall
pay him a visit, and he will be able to
give me
a large basket of primroses, and that
will make him so happy.'
" c
You
are certainly very thoughtful about
others,' answered the Wife, as she sat in her

comfortable armchair by the big pinewood
c
fire ;very thoughtful indeed. It is
quite a
treat to hear you talk about I am
friendship.
sure the clergyman himself could not
say such
beautiful things as you do, though he does
live in a three-storied house, and wear a gold
ring on his little finger.'
" c
But could we not ask little Hans up
79
THE DEVOTED FRIEND
'
'
here ? said the Miller's youngest son. If
poor Hans is in trouble I will give him half

my porridge, and show him my white rabbits.'
" What a
'
are cried the
'
silly boy you

!
Miller ;
'
I
really don't know what is the use
of sending you to school. You seem not to
learn anything. Why, if little Hans came up
here, and saw our warm fire, and our good
supper, and our great cask of red wine, he

might get envious, and envy is a most terrible
thing, and would spoil anybody's nature. I
certainly will not allow Hans' nature to be
spoiled. I am his best friend, and I will
always watch over him, and see that he is not

led into any temptations. Besides, if Hans
came here, he might ask me to let him have
some flour on credit, and that I could not do.
Flour one thing and friendship is another,
is
and they should not be confused. Why,

the words are spelt differently,
and mean
THE DEVOTED FRIEND
quite different things. Everybody can see
that.'
" c
How
well you talk
:
said the Miller's

!
Wife, pouring herself out a large glass of warm

'
ale feel It
really I
is
; quite drowsy. just
like being in church.'
" c Lots of
people act well,' answered the
Miller ; c but very few people talk well, which
shows that talking is much the more difficult
thing of the two, and much the finer thing also';
and he looked sternly across the table at
his little
son, who felt so ashamed of himself that he
hung his head down, and grew quite scarlet,

and began to cry into his tea. However, he
was so young that you must excuse him."
" Is that the end of the asked the
'
story ?
Water-rat.
" " that
Certainly not," answered the Linnet,
is the beginning."
Then you are quite behind the age," said
THE DEVOTED FRIEND
the Water-rat. "
Every good story-teller
nowadays starts with the end, and then goes
on to the beginning, and concludes with the
middle. That is the new method. I heard
all aboutthe other day from a critic who
it
was walking round the pond with a young

man. He spoke of the matter at great length,
and I am
sure he must have been right, for he
had blue spectacles and a bald head, and when-
ever the young man made any remark, he
always answered
'
Pooh!' But pray go on with
your story.
I like the Miller
immensely. I have all kinds of

beautiful sentiments myself, so
there is a great sympathy between

us."
"
Well," said the Linnet, hop-
ping now on one leg and now
on the other, " as soon as the
winter was over, and the primroses
THE DEVOTED FRIEND
began to open their pale yellow stars, the Miller
said to his wife that he would go down and see
little Hans.
" '
Why, what a good heart you have

'
!
cried his Wife ; you are always thinking of

c
others. And mind you take the big basket

with you for the flowers.'
" So the Miller tied the sails of the windmill
together with a strong iron chain, and went

down the hill with the basket on his arm.
"'Good morning, little Hans,' said the Miller.
" Good
morning,' said Hans, leaning on
c
his spade, and smiling from ear to ear.

'
cc
And how have you been all the winter ?
said the Miller.

" c
cried Hans, c
it is
Well, really,' very good
of you to ask, very good indeed. I am afraid
I had rather a hard time of it, but now the
spring has come, and I am quite happy, and

all
my flowers are doing well."
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THE DEVOTED FRIEND
" <
We
often talked of you during the winter,
Hans,' said the Miller,

c
and wondered how
you were getting on.'
"' That was kind of C
you,' said Hans; I
was half afraid you had forgotten me.'

"
Hans, I am surprised at you,'
'
said the
Miller ;
c
friendship never forgets. That is
the wonderful
thing about it, but I am
afraid you don't understand the poetry of life.
How lovely your primroses are looking,

'
by-the-bye !
"c are said

They certainly very lovely,'
Hans,
'
and it is a most lucky thing for me
that have so many. I am
I
going to bring
them into the market and sell them to the
Burgomaster's daughter, and buy back my

wheelbarrow with the money.'
" c
back wheelbarrow ? You don't
Buy your
mean to say you have sold it ? What a very
:
stupid thing to do !
84
THE DEVOTED FRIEND
" c '
was
Well, the fact is,' said Hans, that I
obliged to. You see the winter was a very

bad time for me, and I really had no money
at all to buy bread with. So I first sold the
silver buttons off my Sunday coat, and then I
sold my silver chain, and then I sold my big

pipe, and at last I sold
my wheelbarrow. But
I am going to buy them all back again
now.'
" c '
Hans,' said the Miller, I will give you
my wheelbarrow. It is not in very good
repair; indeed, one side

is
gone, and there is
something wrong with the wheel-spokes ; but
in spite of that I will give it to you. I know
it
very generous of me, and a great many
is
people would think me extremely foolish

for
parting with it, but I am not like the rest of

the world. I think that generosity is the
essence of friendship, and, besides, I have got
a new wheelbarrow for myself. Yes, you may
85
THE DEVOTED FRIEND
set your mind at ease, I will give you my
wheelbarrow/
"
Well, really, that generous of you,' said
'
is
little Hans, and his funny round face glowed

all over with pleasure.
c
I can easily put
it in
repair, as
I have a
plank of wood in the
house.'
" A '
plank of wood the Miller

c
! said ;
c
why, that is
just what I want for the roof of
my barn. There a very large hole in it,

is
and the corn will all get damp if I don't stop

it
up. How
lucky you mentioned it It is 1
quite remarkable how one good action always

breeds another. I have
given you my wheel-
barrow, and now you are going to give me
your plank. Of course, the wheelbarrow is
worth far more than the plank, but true friend-
ship never notices things like that. Pray get
it at once, and I will set to work at my barn
this very day.'
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THE DEVOTED FRIEND
"
Hans, and he ran
c
Certainly,' cried little
into the shed and dragged the plank out.
" not a very the
It is
big plank,' said
Miller, looking at it,
'
and I am afraid that
after I have mended my barn-roof there won't

be any left for you to mend the wheelbarrow
with ; but, of course, that is not my fault.
And now, as I have given you my wheelbarrow,
I am sure you would like to give me some
flowers in return. Here is the basket, and
mind you fill it
quite full.'
" c
full
'
said rather
Quite ? little Hans,
sorrowfully, for it was really a very big basket,
and he knew that if he filled it he would have
no flowers left for the market, and he was
very anxious to get his silver buttons back.
" c
answered the Miller, c
as I
Well, really,'
have given you my wheelbarrow, I don't think
that it is much to ask you for a few flowers.
I
may be wrong, but I should have thought
87
THE DEVOTED FRIEND
that friendship, true friendship, was quite free
from selfishness of any kind.'
" (
dear friend, best friend,'
My my cried
little Hans, you are welcome to all the
flowers in my garden. I would much sooner
have your good opinion than my silver
'
buttons, any day ;

and he ran and plucked
all his
pretty primroses, and filled the Miller's
basket.
" '
Good-bye, little Hans,' said the Miller,
as he went up the hill with the plank on his
shoulder, and the big basket in his hand.

"
Hans, and he began
Good-bye,' said little
to dig away quite merrily, he was so pleased

about the wheelbarrow.
" The he was nailing up some
next day
honeysuckle against the porch, when he heard
the Miller's voice calling to him from the road.
So he jumped ofF the ladder, and ran down
the garden, and looked over the wall.
THE DEVOTED FRIEND
" There was the Miller with a
large sack
of flour on his back.
" c
Dear c
would
little Hans,' said the Miller,
you mind carrying this sack of flour for me

'
to market ?
" c
am so sorry,' said c
but I am
Oh, I Hans,
really very busy to-day. I have got all
my
creepers to nail up, and all
my flowers to
water, and all

my grass to roll.'
" c
said the Miller, c
I think
Well, really,'
that, considering that I am

going to give you
my wheelbarrow, it is rather unfriendly of you
to refuse.'
" ' c
Oh, don't say that,' cried
Hans, I little
'
wouldn't be unfriendly for the whole world ;

and he ran in for his cap, and trudged off with
the big sack on his shoulders.
" It was a
very hot day, and the road was
dusty, and before Hans
terribly
had reached
the sixth milestone he was so tired that he had
THE DEVOTED FRIEND
to sit down and rest. However, he went on
bravely, and at last he reached the market.
After he had waited there some time, he sold
the sack of flour for a very good price, and
then he returned home at once, for he was
afraid that if he stopped too late he might meet
some robbers on the way.
"
certainly been a hard day,' said
'
It has
little Hans tohimself as he was going to bed,
c
but I am glad I did not refuse the Miller,
for he is
my best friend, and, besides, he is
5
going to give me his wheelbarrow.

"
Early the next morning the Miller came
down to get the money for his sack of flour,
but little Hans was so tired that he was still
in bed.
" '
said the c
Upon my word/ Miller, you

are very lazy. Really, considering that I am
going to give you my wheelbarrow, I think
you might work harder. Idleness is a great

THE DEVOTED FRIEND
sin, and I
certainly don't like any of my friends
to be idle or sluggish. You must not mind
my speaking quite plainly to you. Of course

I should not dream of doing so if I were not
your friend. But what good of friend-

is the
ship if one cannot say exactly what one means?

Anybody can say charming things and try to
please and to flatter, but a true friend
always
says unpleasant things, and does not mind
giving pain. Indeed, he
a really true
if is
friend he prefers it, for he knows that then he
is
doing good.'
" c I am
very sorry,' said little Hans, rubbing
his eyes and pulling ofT his night-cap, c but I
was so tired that I thought I would lie in bed

for a little time, and listen to the birds singing.
Do you know that I
always work better after
'
hearing the birds sing ?

" <
Well, I am glad of that,' said the Miller,
clapping little Hans on the back, c

for I want
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THE DEVOTED FRIEND
you to come up to the mill as soon as
you are
dressed and mend my barn-roof for me.'
" Poor little Hans was very anxious to
go
and work garden, for his
in his flowers had
not been watered for two days, but he did not
like to refuse the Miller as he was such a good
friend to him.
" Do you think it would be unfriendly of
c
'
me if I said I was busy ? he inquired in a shy
and timid voice.
"c
Well, really,' answered the Miller, I do not
C
think it is much to ask of you, considering that

I am
going to give you my wheelbarrow; but of
course you refuse I will go and do it myself.'
if
" Oh on no
<
account,' cried little Hans;
!
and he jumped out of bed, and dressed him-

and went up to the barn.
self,
" He worked there all
day long, till sunset,
and at sunset the Miller came to see how he
was getting on.
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HANS IN HIS GARDEN
THE DEVOTED FRIEND
" c
Have you mended the hole in the roof
'
little Hans ? cried the Miller in a cheery
yet,
voice.
"
mended,' answered
<
It is quite little Hans,
coming down the ladder.
" *
Ah !
'
said the Miller, c

there is no work
so delightful as the work one does for others.'
" c
It is
certainly a great privilege to hear
you talk,' answered little Hans, sitting down
and wiping his forehead, a very great privilege.c
But I am afraid I shall never have such beautiful

ideas as you have.'
" Oh !
they will come to you,' said the
Miller,
<
but you must take more pains. At
present you have only the practice of friend-
ship ; some day you will have the theory also.'
" 4
Do you '
asked
really think I shall ? little
Hans.
" c I have no doubt of answered the
it,'
Miller,
c
but now that you have mended the
93
THE DEVOTED FRIEND
roof, you had better go home and rest, for I
want you to drive my sheep to the mountain

to-morrow.'
" Poor little Hans was afraid to
say any-
thing to this, and early the next morning the
Miller brought his sheep round to the cottage,
and Hans started off with them to the mountain.
It took him the whole day to get there and

back; and when he returned he was so tired
that he went off to sleep in his chair, and did
not wake up till it was broad daylight.
" c What a
delightful time I shall have in
'
my garden! he said, and he went to work at

once.
" But somehow he was never able to look
after his flowers at all, for his friend the

Miller was always coming round and sending
him off on long errands, or getting him to
help at the mill. Little Hans was
very much
distressed at times, as he was afraid his flowers
94
THE DEVOTED FRIEND
would think he had forgotten them, but he
consoled himself by the reflection that the
Miller was his best friend. Besides,' he used
c
he going to give me his wheelbarrow,

(
to say, is
and that is an act of pure generosity.'

u So little Hans worked
away for the Miller,
and the Miller said all kinds of beautiful things
about friendship, which Hans took down in
a notebook, and used to read over at night,
for he was a very good scholar.
cc
Now it
happened that one evening little
Hans was sitting by his fireside when a loud
rap came atwas a very wild

the door. It
night, and the wind was blowing and roaring

round the house so terribly that at first he
thought was merely the storm. But a second
it
rap came, and then a third, louder than any of

the others.
" c
some poor traveller,' said
It is little Hans
to himself, and he ran to the door.
95
THE DEVOTED FRIEND
" There stood the Miller with a lantern in
one hand and a big stick in the other.

" Dear little
c c
am
Hans,' cried the Miller, I
in great trouble.
boy has fallen off
My little
a ladder and hurt himself, and I am going for

the Doctor. But he lives so far away, and it
issuch a bad night, that it has just occurred
to me that it would be much better if you
went instead of me. You know I am going
to give wheelbarrow, and so it
you my is
only
fair that you should do something for me in
return.'
" ( c
Certainly,' cried little Hans, I take it
quite as a compliment your coming to me,

and I will start off at once. But you must
lend me your lantern, as the night is so dark
I am afraid I
that might fall into the ditch.'
" c
I am
very sorry/ answered the Miller,
my new lantern and it would
c
but it is be a
to me if
great loss anything happened to it.'
96
THE DEVOTED FRIEND
" do without
Well, never mind,
'
I will it,'
cried littleHans, and he took down his great

fur coat, and his warm scarlet cap, and tied a
muffler round his throat, and started off.
" What a dreadful storm it was The !
night
was so black that little Hans could hardly see,
and the wind was strong that he could
so
scarcely stand. However, he was very coura-

geous, and after he had been walking about
three hours, he arrived at the Doctor's house,
and knocked at the door.
" Who is there ?
'
cried the Doctor, putting
his head out of his bedroom window.
cc c
Little Hans, Doctor.'
" What
'
do you want, little Hans ?
3
" The Miller's

c
son has fallen from a ladder,
and has hurt himself, and the Miller wants
you to come at once.'
" c
All right !
'
said the Doctor and he

;
ordered his horse, and his big boots, and his

97 N
THE DEVOTED FRIEND
lantern, and came downstairs, and rode oft in
the direction of the Miller's house, little Hans

trudging behind him.
u But the storm
grew worse and worse, and
the rain fell in torrents, and little Hans could
not see where he was going, or keep up with
the horse. At last he lost his way, and wan-
dered off on the moor, which was a very
dangerous place, as it was full of deep holes,

and there poor little Hans was drowned. His
body was found the next day by some goat-

herds, floating in a great pool of water, and
was brought back by them to the cottage.
"
Everybody went to little Hans' funeral,
as he was so popular, and the Miller was the
chief mourner.
" c
As I was his best friend/ said the Miller,
c
it is
only fair that I should have the best
'
place ; so he walked
at the head of the pro-
cession in a long black cloak, and every now

THE DEVOTED FRIEND
and then he wiped his eyes with a big pocket-
handkerchief.
" c
Hans loss to
certainly a great
Little is
every one,' said the Blacksmith, when the

funeral was over, and they were all seated
comfortably in the inn, drinking spiced wine

and eating sweet cakes.
" c A
great loss to me at any rate/ answered
why, I had as good as given him
'
the Miller,
my wheelbarrow, and now I really don't know

what to do with it. It is
very much in my
way at home, and it is in such bad repair that
I could not get anything for it if I sold it.
I will certainly take care not to give away
anything again. One always suffers for being

generous.'
" Well? " said the
Water-rat, after a long pause.
"
Well, that is the end," said the Linnet.
"But what became of the Miller?' asked
the Water-rat.
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THE DEVOTED FRIEND
" Oh don't
! I
really know," replied the
Linnet " and I am sure that I don't care."
;
"
quite evident then that you have no
It is
sympathy in your nature," said the Water-rat.

" am
I afraid you don't quite see the moral
of the story," remarked the Linnet.
" The what "
? screamed the Water-rat.
" The moral."
" Do you mean to say that the story has a
'
moral ?
"
Certainly," said the Linnet.
"
Well, really," said the Water-rat, in a very
" I think
angry manner, you should have told
me that before you began. If you had done
so, I certainly would not have listened to you ;
c
in fact, I should have said Pooh,' like the
now
'
'
critic. However, I can say it ;

so he
"
shouted out " Pooh at the top of his voice,
gave a whisk with his tail, and went back into
his hole.
IOO
THE DEVOTED FRIEND
" And how do you like the Water-rat ? "
asked the Duck, who came paddling up some
minutes afterwards. " He has a
great many
good points, but for my own part I have a
mother's feelings, and I can never look at a
confirmed bachelor without the tears coming
into my eyes."
" I am rather afraid that I have annoyed
" The fact
him," answered the Linnet. is, that
I told him a
story with a moral."
" Ah that is
!
always a very dangerous thing
to do," said the Duck.
And I
quite agree with her.
THE
REMARKABLE
ROCKET
THE REMARKABLE ROCKET
HE King's son was going

to be married, so there
were general rejoicings.
* * He had waited a whole
year for his bride, and
at last she had arrived.
She was a Russian Prin-

cess, and had driven all the way from Finland in
a sledge drawn by six reindeer. The sledge was

shaped like a great golden swan, and between
the swan's wings lay the little Princess herself.
Her long ermine cloak reached right down to
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her feet, on her head was a tiny cap of silver
tissue, and she was as pale as the Snow Palace
in which she had always lived. So pale was
she that as she drove through the streets all the
" She is like a white rose !'
people wondered.
they cried, and they threw down flowers on her
from the balconies.
At gate of the Castle the Prince was
the o
waiting to receive her. He had dreamy violet
eyes, and his hair was like fine gold. When

he saw her he sank upon one knee, and kissed
her hand.
" Your he
picture was beautiful," murmured,
'
"but you are more beautiful than your picture;

and the little Princess blushed.
" She was like a white rose before," said a
to his
" but she is like
young page neighbour,
'
a red rose now ;

and the whole Court was
delighted.
For the next three days everybody went
106
THE RUSSIAN PRINCESS
about saying, "White rose, Red rose, Red rose,
"
White rose ;
and the King gave orders that the
Page's salary was to be doubled. As he received

no salary at all
this was not of much use to him,
but it was considered a great honour, and was
duly published in the Court Gazette.

When the three days were over the marriage
was celebrated. It was a magnificent ceremony,
and the bride and bridegroom walked hand in
hand under a canopy of purple velvet em-
broidered with little
pearls. Then there was a
State Banquet, which lasted for five hours.
The Prince and Princess sat at the top of the
Great Hall and drank out of a cup of clear
crystal. Only true lovers could drink out of

this cup, for if false
lips touched it, it grew
grey and dull and cloudy.
" It is
quite clear that they love each other,"
said the little Page,
" as clear as crystal !
'
and
the King doubled his salary a second time.
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" What an honour ! cried all the courtiers.
After the banquet there was to be a Ball.
The bride and bridegroom were to dance the
Rose-dance together, and the King had prom-
ised to play the flute. He
played very badly,
but no one had ever dared to tell him so,
because he was the King. Indeed, he knew
only two airs, and was never quite certain which
one he was playing ; but it made no matter,
for, whatever he did, everybody cried out,
" '
Charming !
charming !
The last item on the programme was a grand
display of fireworks, to be let ofF exactly at

midnight. The little Princess had never seen
a firework in her life, so the King had given
orders that the Royal Pyrotechnist should be
in attendance on the day of her marriage.
'
c<
What are fireworks like ? she had asked
the Prince, one morning, as she was walking
on the terrace.
108
" Aurora Borealis," said
are like the
They
the King, who always answered questions that
were addressed to other people, " only much
more natural. I
prefer them to stars
myself,
as you always know when they are going to
appear, and they are as delightful as my own
flute-playing. You must certainly see them."
So at the end of the King's garden a great
stand had been set up, and as soon as the Royal
Pyrotechnist had put everything in its proper

place, the fireworks began to talk to each
other.
" The world is
certainly very beautiful,"
"
cried a little
Squib. Just look at those yellow
tulips. Why they were real Crackers they
! if
I am
could not be lovelier. very glad I have
travelled. Travel improves the mind wonder-
fully, and does away with

all one's
prejudices."
" The
King's garden is not the world, you
foolish Squib," said a big Roman Candle ; " the
109
' " THE REMARKABLE ROCKET
world is an enormous place, and it would take
you three days to see it
thoroughly."
"
place you love is the world to you,"
Any
exclaimed the pensive Catherine Wheel, who
had been attached to an old deal box in early
and prided herself on her broken heart;
life,
"but love is not fashionable any more, the poets

have killed it.
They wrote much about it
so
that nobody believed them, and I am not sur-

prised. True love suffers, and is silent. I
remember myself once But it is no matter

now. Romance is a thing of the past."
" Nonsense !" said the Roman "Ro-
Candle,
mance never dies. It is like the moon, and
lives for ever. The
bride and bridegroom, for
instance, love each other very dearly. I heard all

about them this
morning from a brown-paper
cartridge, who happened to be staying in the
same drawer as myself, and he knew the latest
Court news."
1 10
But the Catherine Wheel shook her head.
" Romance is Romance Romance
dead, is dead,
is dead," she murmured. She was one of those
people who think that, you say the same thing

if
over and over a great many times, it becomes

true in the end.
Suddenly, a sharp, dry cough was heard, and

they all looked round.
It came from a
supercilious-looking
tall,
Rocket, who was tied to the end of a long

stick. He always coughed before he made any
observation, so as to attract attention.
" Ahem ahem
'
and everybody he
! !
said,
listened except the poor Catherine Wheel, who
was still shaking her head, and murmuring,
" Romance is dead."
" Order order "
! ! cried out a Cracker. He was
something of a politician, and had always taken a
prominent part in the local elections, so he knew
the proper Parliamentary expressions to use.
V
" the Catherine
Quite dead," whispered
Wheel, and she went off to sleep.
As soon was perfect silence, the

as there
Rocket coughed a third time and began. He
as if he
spoke with a very slow, distinct voice,
was dictating his memoirs, and always looked
over the shoulder of the person to whom he was
talking. In fact, he had a most distinguished

manner.
" How fortunate it is for the King's son,"
he remarked, " that he is to be married on the
very day on which I am to be let off! Really,

if had been arranged beforehand,
it could it
not have turned out better for him ; but Princes

are always lucky."
" Dear me! "
said the little Squib, "I thought
itwas quite the other way, and that we were
to be let off in the Prince's honour."
" It be so with you," he answered
may ;
" I have no doubt that it but with

indeed, is,
112
4
me it is different. I am a very remarkable
Rocket, and come of remarkable parents. My *
*
mother was the most celebrated Catherine Wheel T|T
*
^
of her day, and was renowned for her graceful

**
dancing. When she made her great public
appearance she spun round nineteen times before * * X
she went out, and each time that she did so she
threw into the seven pink stars.
air She was * *
. *
three feet and a half in diameter, and made of
the very best gunpowder. My father was a
Rocket like myself, and of French extraction.
He flew so high that the people were afraid that
he would never come down again. He did,
though, for he was of a kindly disposition, and

he made a most brilliant descent in a shower of
golden rain. The newspapers wrote about his
performance in very flattering terms. Indeed,

the Court Gazette called him a triumph of
Pylotechnic art."
"
Pyrotechnic, Pyrotechnic, you mean," said
a Bengal Light
" know it is Pyrotechnic,
I for
;
I saw it written on my own canister."

" I said Pylotechnic," answered the
Well,
Rocket, in a severe tone of voice, and the
Bengal Light felt so crushed that he began at
once to bully the little squibs, in order to show
that he was still a person of some importance.
" was saying," continued the Rocket, "
I I
was saying What was I saying ?

" You were talking about yourself," replied
the Roman Candle.
" Of course I knew I was discussing some
;
interesting subject when

I was so
rudely inter-
I hate rudeness and bad manners of
rupted.
every kind, for I
am extremely sensitive. No
one in the whole world is so sensitive as I am,
I am quite sure of that."
" What is a sensitive ?
:
said the
person
Cracker to the Roman Candle.
" A
person who, because he has corns
himself, always treads on other people's toes,"
answered the Roman Candle in a low whisper ;
and the Cracker nearly exploded with laughter.
" "
Pray, what are you laughing at ? inquired
the Rocket ; cc I am not laughing."
" I am laughing because I am happy," replied
the Cracker.
" That is a very selfish reason," said the
Rocket " What

angrily. right have you to be
happy ? You
should be thinking about others.
In fact, you should be thinking about me. I
am always thinking about myself, and I expect

everybody else to do the same. That is what
iscalled sympathy. It is a beautiful virtue, and
I
possess it in a high degree. Suppose, for
instance, anything happened to me to-night,
what a misfortune that would be for every one !
The Prince and Princess would never be happy
again, their whole married life would be spoiled;

and as for the King, I know he would not get
"5
over it.
Really, when I
begin to reflect on
the importance of my position, I am almost
moved to tears."
"
you want to give pleasure to others,"
If
cried the Roman Candle, " you had better keep
yourself dry."
"
Certainly," exclaimed the Bengal Light,
who was now in better spirits " that is
; only
common sense."
" "
Common sense, indeed ! said the Rocket
" am
indignantly ; you forget that I very un-
common, and very remarkable. Why, anybody
can have common sense, provided that they
have no imagination. But I have imagination,
for I never think of things as
they really are ;
I
always think of them as being quite different.
As for keeping myself dry, there is
evidently
no one here who can at all
appreciate an
emotional nature. Fortunately for myself, I
don't care. The only thing that sustains one

116
through life is the consciousness of the immense
inferiority of everybody else, and this is a
feeling I have always cultivated.

But none of you have any hearts.
Here you are laughing and making
merry just as if the Prince and
Princess hadnot just been married."
" exclaimed a
Well, really,"
small " not
Fire-balloon, why ?
It is a most joyful occasion, and

when I soar up into the air I
intend to tell the stars all about it.
You will see them twinkle when I talk to them

about the pretty bride."
" Ah what a trivial view of
! life !
'
said the
" but
Rocket ;
it is
only what I
expected.
There is
you are hollow and
nothing in you ;
empty. Why, perhaps the Prince and Princess

may go to live in a country where there is a
deep river, and perhaps they may have one only
117
son, a little boy with violet eyes like
fair-haired
the Prince himself; and perhaps some day he
may go out to walk with his nurse ; and perhaps

the nurse may go to sleep under a great elder-
tree and perhaps the little boy may fall into
;
the deep river and be drowned. What a terrible

misfortune ! Poor people, to lose their only
son ! It is
really
too dreadful ! I shall never
get over it."
" But
they have not lost their only son,"
said the Roman Candle " no misfortune has

;
happened to them at all."

" I never said that
they had," replied the
Rocket ; " I said that they might. If they had
lost theironly son there would be no use in

saying anything more about the matter.
I hate
people who cry over spilt milk. But when I

think that they might lose their only son, I
certainly am much affected."

" You certainly are!" cried the Bengal Light.
118
" In are the most affected person
fact, you I
ever met."
" You are the rudest person I ever met," said
the Rocket, " and you cannot understand
my
friendship for the Prince."
" even know
Why, you don't him," growled
the Roman Candle.
u I never said I knew him," answered the
say that if I knew him I
cc
Rocket. I dare
should not be his friend at all. It is a very
dangerous thing to know one's friends.'

" You had
really better keep yourself dry,"
said the Fire-balloon. " That is the
important
thing."
" have no doubt,"
Very important for you, I
answered the Rocket, " but I shall

weep if I
choose;' and he actually burst into real tears,

which flowed down his stick like rain- drops,
and nearly drowned two little beetles, who

were just thinking of setting up house together,
119
and were looking for a nice
dry spot to live in.
" He must have a romantic
truly nature,"
said the Catherine Wheel, " for he
weeps when
"
there is nothing at all to weep about and she ;
heaved a deep sigh and thought about the deal

box.
But the Roman Candle and the Bengal Light
were quite indignant, and kept saying, " Hum-
'
at the top of their voices.

bug humbug
! !
They were extremely practical, and whenever
they objected to anything they called it

humbug.
Then the moon rose like a wonderful silver
shield ; began to shine, and a

and the stars
sound of music came from the palace.

The Prince and Princess were leading the
dance. They danced beautifully that the
so
tall white lilies

peeped in at the window and
watched them, and the great red poppies nodded
their heads and beat time.
Then ten o'clock struck, and then eleven,
120
and then twelve, and at the last stroke of mid-
night every one came out on the terrace, and the
King sent for the Royal Pyrotechnist.
" Let the fireworks
begin," said the King ;
and the Royal Pyrotechnist made a low bow,

and marched down to the end of the garden.
He had with him, each of whom
six attendants
carried a lighted torch at the end of a long
pole.
Itwas certainly a magnificent display.
Whizz Whizz went the Catherine Wheel,
! !
as she spun round and round. Boom! Boom!

went the Roman Candle. Then the Squibs
danced all over the place, and the Bengal
Lights made everything look scarlet. " Good-
bye," cried the Fire-balloon as he soared away,

dropping tiny blue sparks. Bang Bang ! !
answered the Crackers, who were

enjoying
themselves immensely. Every one was a great
success except the Remarkable Rocket. He

121 Q
was so damp with crying that he could not go
off at all. The best thing in him was the
gunpowder, and that was so wet with tears
that it was of no use. All hispoor relations,

to whom he would never speak, except with a
sneer, shot sky like wonderful
up into the
golden flowers with blossoms of fire. Huzza !
Huzza cried the Court ; and the little Princess

!
laughed with pleasure.

" I me for some
suppose they are reserving
" no doubt
grand occasion," said the Rocket ;
that is what it means," and he looked more
supercilious than ever.

The next day the workmen came to put
" This is
everything tidy. evidently a depu-
" I will receive them
tation," said the Rocket ;
with becoming dignity": so he put his nose in
the air, and began to frown severely as if he
were thinking about some very important
subject. But they took no notice of him at
122
' :
LET THE FIREWORKS BEGIN," SAH> THE KING
they were just going away.
all till Then one
of them caught sight of him. " Hallo he !
'
" what a bad rocket 3
and he threw
cried, !
him over the wall into the ditch.

" BAD Rocket ? BAD Rocket ? " he he
said, as
whirled through the air a GRAND
; impossible !
Rocket, that is what the man said. BAD and

GRAND sound very much the same, indeed they
"
often are the same ;
and he fell into the mud.
" It is not comfortable here," he remarked,
" but no doubt it is some fashionable watering-
place, and they have sent me away to recruit

my health. My nerves are certainly very
much shattered, and I require rest."
Then a little Frog, with bright jewelled
eyes, and a green mottled coat, swam up to
him.
" A "
new arrival, I see ! said the Frog.
a
Well, after all there is
nothing like mud.
Give me rainy weather and a ditch, and I am
12-
quite happy. Do you think it will be a wet
afternoon ? I am sure I
hope so, but the sky
is
quite blue and cloudless. What a pity!'
" Ahem ahem '
! ! said the Rocket, and he

began to cough.
" What a :
delightful voice you have ! cried

the Frog. "
Really it is quite like a croak,
and croaking is of course the most musical
sound in the world. You will hear our glee-
club this evening. sit in the old duck We
pond close by the farmer's house, and as soon
as the moon rises we begin. It is so
entrancing
that everybody lies awake to listen to us. In
fact, it was only yesterday that I heard the
farmer's wife say to her mother that she could
not get a wink of sleep at night on account of us.
It is most gratifying to find oneself so
popular."
" Ahem ahem! !
' '
said the Rocket angrily.

He was very much annoyed that he could not
get a word in.

124
" A delightful voice, certainly," continued
the " I will come over to the
Frog ; hope you
duck-pond. I am off to look for my daughters.
I have six beautiful daughters, and I am so afraid
the Pike may meet them. He is a perfect
monster, and would have no hesitation in
breakfasting off them.Well, good-bye : I have
enjoyed our conversation very much, I assure
you."
"
Conversation, indeed !' said the Rocket.
" You have talked the whole time
yourself.
That is not conversation."
"
Somebody must listen," answered the Frog 5
" and I like to do all the talking It
myself.
saves time, and prevents arguments."
" But I like arguments," said the Rocket.
"I said the
hope not," Frog complacently.
" are extremely vulgar, for every body
Arguments
in good society holds exactly the same opinions.
Good-bye a second time ;
I see my daughters
125
'
in the distance ;
and the little
Frog swam
away.
" You are a
very irritating person," said the
"
Rocket, and very ill-bred. I hate people who
talk about themselves, as you do, when one
wants to talk about oneself, as I do. It is what
I call selfishness, and selfishness is a most de-
testable thing, especially to any one of my
temperament, for I am well known for my
sympathetic nature. In fact, you should take
example by me ; you could not possibly have
a better model. Now that you have the chance
you had better avail yourself of it, for I am
I am
going back to Court almost immediately.
a great favourite at Court ; in fact, the Prince
and Princess were married yesterday in my
honour. Of course you know nothing of these
matters, for you are a provincial."
u There is no
good talking to him," said a
dragon-fly, who was sitting on the top of a
126
brown bulrush " no for he
large ; good at all,
has gone away."

"
Well, that is his loss, not mine," answered
the Rocket. " I am not going to stop talking
to him merely because he pays no attention.
I like hearing myself talk. It is one of my
greatest pleasures. often have long conver-
I
sations all
by myself, and I am so clever that
sometimes I don't understand a single word of
what am saying."
I
" Then on
you should certainly lecture
Philosophy," said the Dragon-fly, and he spread

lovely gauze wings and soared away
a pair of
into the sky.

" How of him not to stay here
'
very silly
!
said the Rocket. " I am sure that he has not

often got such a chance of improving his mind.
However, I don't care a bit. Genius like mine

is sure to be appreciated some day; "and he sank
down a little
deeper into the mud.
127
After some time a large White Duck swam
up to him. She had yellow legs, and webbed
feet, and was considered a great beauty on
account of her waddle.
" " What
Quack, quack, quack," she said.
a curious shape you are !
May I ask were
you born like that, or is it the result of an

'
accident ?
"
quite evident that you have always
It is
lived in the country," answered the Rocket,

" otherwise How-
you would know who I am.
ever, I excuse your ignorance. It would be
unfair to expect other people to be as remark-
able as oneself. You will no doubt be surprised
to hear that I can fly up into the sky, and come
down shower of golden rain."
in a
" I don't think much of
that," said the Duck,
"as I cannot see what use it is to any one. Now,
if
you could plough the fields like the ox, or
draw a cart like the horse, or look after the
128
/
I
llr di Juj.
sheep like the collie -dog, that would be
something."
" Rocket
My good creature," cried the in a
" I see that
very haughty tone of voice, you
belong to the lower orders. A person of my
position is never useful. We have certain ac-
complishments, and that is more than sufficient.
I have no
sympathy myself with industry of
any kind, least of all with such industries as
you seem to recommend. Indeed, I have
always been of opinion that hard work is
simply the refuge of people who have nothing
whatever to do."
"
Well, well," said the Duck, who was of a
very peaceable disposition, and never quarrelled
with any one, " everybody has different tastes.
I
hope, at any rate, that you are going to take
up your residence here."

" Oh ! dear no," cried the Rocket. " I am
merely a visitor, a distinguished visitor. The
129
fact is that I find this place rather tedious.
There is neither society here, nor solitude. In
fact, it is essentially suburban. I shall probably
go back to Court, for

D *
I know that I am destined
to make a sensation in the world."
"had thoughts of entering public life once
I
the Duck " there are so

myself," remarked ;
things that need reforming. Indeed, I

many
took the chair at a meeting some time ago, and
we passed resolutions condemning everything
that we did not like. However, they did not
seem to have much effect. Now I
go in for
domesticity, and look after my family."

" I am made for
public life," said the Rocket,
"and so are all my relations, even the humblest
of them. Whenever we appear we excite great
attention. Ihave not actually appeared myself,

but when I do so it will be a magnificent sight.
As for domesticity, it
ages one rapidly, and
distracts one's mind from higher things."
130
" Ah! the higher how fine
things of life, they
are !
'
said the Duck " and that reminds

me
;
how hungry I feel:" and she swam away down

the stream, saying,
"
Quack, quack, quack."
" Come back ! come back
'
screamed the
!
" I have a '
Rocket, great deal to say to you ;

but the Duck paid no attention to him. " I am
glad that she has gone," he said to himself,

" she has a "
decidedly middle-class mind; and
he sank a little deeper still into the mud, and
began to think about the loneliness of genius,

when suddenly two little boys in white smocks
came running down the bank, with a kettle and
some faggots.
" This must be the
deputation," said the
Rocket, and he tried to

look very dignified.
" Hallo '
cried one
!
of the boys, a look at

this old stick! I wonder how it came here;'
and he picked the Rocket out of the ditch.
"OLD Stick! " said the Rocket, "impossible!
GOLD Stick, that is what he said. Gold Stick
is
very complimentary. In fact, he mistakes
me for one of the Court dignitaries !
:
" Let us "

put it into the fire said the other !
" it will help to boil the kettle."

boy,
So they piled the faggots together, and put
the Rocket on top, and lit the fire.
" This is
magnificent," cried the Rocket,
"
they are going to let me off in broad daylight,
so that everyone can see me."
" We will to sleep " and
go now," they said,
when we wake up the
'
kettle will be boiled ;
and they lay down on the grass, and shut their
eyes.
The Rocket was very damp, so he took a
long time to burn. At last, however, the fire
caught him.
132
" "
Nowgoing off
I am ! he cried, and he
made himself very stiff and " I know
straight.
I go much higher than the stars,
shall much
higher than the moon, much higher than the
'
sun. In fact, I shall go so high that

Fizz ! Fizz ! Fizz ! and he went straight up
into the air.
" " I shall
Delightful," he cried, go on like
this for ever. What a success I am !
3
But nobody saw him.

Then he began to feel a curious tingling
sensation all over him.
" Now am
I
going to explode," he cried.
" I shall set the whole world on fire, and make
such a noise that nobody will talk about any-
thing else for a whole year." And he certainly

did explode. Bang Bang Bang went the
! ! !
gunpowder. There was no doubt about it.

But nobody heard him, not even the two
little
boys, for they were sound asleep.
133
Then all that was left of him was the stick,
and this fell down on the back of a Goose who
was taking a walk by the side of the ditch.
" Good heavens " cried the Goose.
!
" It is
going to rain sticks;" and she rushed into the

water.
" I knew
should create a great sensation,"
I
gasped the Rocket, and he went out.

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NY PUBLIC LIBRARY

3 3333 06037 3145

NEW YORK: BRENTANO'S

Rt printedJanuary, 1889 February,

September,1905 February, 1907 ; March,

Reset and published by arrangement with David Nutt

Special Edition, reset. With illustrations by Charles

PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN

THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE ROSE- 41

THE SELFISH GIANT -

THE DEVOTED FRIEND 73

THE REMARKABLE ROCKET 105

THE PALACE OF SANS-SOUCI 20

THE LOVELIEST OF THE QUEEN'S MAIDS OF

THER.ICH MAKINGMERRY INTHEIR BEAUTIFUL

SHE WILL PASS ME BY 42

His LIPS ARE SWEET AS HONEY 48

IN EVERY TREE HE COULD SEE THERE WAS A

THE LITTLE BOY HE HAD LOVED - 68

THE GREEN LINNET -

HANS IN HIS GARDEN

THE RUSSIAN PRINCESS- - 106

"LET THE FIREWORKS

ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.

asked a sensible mother of her little boy who

said the Mathema-

Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed

spring as he was flying down the river after

said the Swallow, who

far too many relations ;

was quite full of Reeds. Then, when the

she is a coquette, for she is

and he flew away.

Then he saw the statue on the tall column.

position, with plenty of fresh air." So he

alighted just between the feet of the Happy

to himself as he looked round, and he pre-

pared to go to sleep ; but just as he was putting

cried ; " there is not a single cloud in the sky,

like the rain, but that was merely her selfishness."

Then another drop fell.

The eyes of the Happy Prince were filled

with tears, and tearswere running down his

Why are you weeping then ? asked the

tears were, for I lived in the Palace of Sans-

Souci, where sorrow is not allowed to enter.

pleasure be happiness. So I lived, and so

ugliness and all the misery of my city, and

of the Queen's maids-ot-honour to wear at the

sword-hilt? My feet are fastened to this pedestal

a chain of pale green jade, and his hands are

still, itwas a mark of disrespect."

Swallow was "

one night, and be your messenger."

So the Swallow picked out the great ruby

dancing. A beautiful girl came out on the

a dress will be ready in time for

said the boy, " I must be getting better ;

Swallow began to think, and then he fell

asleep. Thinking always made him sleepy.