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THE YELLOW DWARF.
There was once a Queen, who, though she had born many children, they all died but one , and ⟨⟩ left a widow, without of any , was so very fond of her, that she spoiled her with indulgence. This Princess was so exceedingly beautiful, that went by the name of All-Fair; but ⟨⟩, and knowing she was born to a crown, made her ⟨⟩ proud and vain, that she thought every person was born only to serve her.
WhenPrincess had reached her fifteenth year, Queen, who was anxious to get married, caused her picture to be drawn, and then sent it to all neighbouring courts. Such was the of All-Fair’s beauty, that who saw fell in love with her, and above twenty kings to pay their addresses to her. Never was a court more brilliant; for princes vied with each other in giving splendid and expensive in honour of All-Fair, and thought themselves richly recompensed, if she deigned to bestow on them a look or a smile. desirous they to the Princess, yet none of them had power to touch her heart, and was so vain of her charms, that she refused every offer of marriage with disdain.
Thelovers complained to the Queen of , and to persuade her daughter to marry of ; but it was all to no , for All-Fair told her, that was resolved never to marry; and so conceited was this Princess, that she did not think was any in the world a good enough match for her.
The Queen was in great distress at the stubbornness of her daughter, and found, too late, the error ⟨⟩ had committed in honouring her so much. ⟨⟩ she determined to go and consult the Desert Fairy, ⟨⟩ lived at a considerable distance, and to ask her ⟨⟩ concerning the Princess.
Now, as this powerful fairy was guarded by two ⟨⟩ lions, it was impossible to pass them without ⟨⟩ their fury, and this could only be done by giving ⟨⟩ a cake made of millet, sugar-candy, and crocodiles' ⟨⟩ The Queen having provided herself with a cake ⟨⟩ for the purpose, put it in a little basket, which ⟨⟩ hung upon her arm, and set out for the abode of ⟨⟩ fairy. After for time she felt ⟨⟩ weary, and lay down under a tree to rest herself, ⟨⟩ she fell insensibly asleep.
On awakening, she heard the roaring of the ⟨⟩ which guarded fairy, and she immediately ⟨⟩
her basket, but alas! the cake was gone; and almost frightened to death, she sunk down at the foot of the tree. She was roused by hearing a voice crying, "Hem! hem!" and looking up, she saw a little yellow man, about half a yard in, sitting on the tree picking and eating oranges.
"Ah! Queen," said the Yellow Dwarf, who was called by this you here, and as I am in want of a wife, and you are anxious to get your daughter settled in life, if you her to in marriage, I will you." The Queen looked at frightful wretch, and was struck with such horror at his disgusting , that she could not utter a word; but at that moment lions making their appearance, was so dreadfully frightened, that cried out, "Save me, good Sir Dwarf, and my daughter is yours." Immediately theon account of his , and the orange-tree lived in, "how will you escape from lions that are now approaching you, when you have no cake to pacify them? I know the business that brought
Dwarf caused theto open, and Queen having entered, it closed again.
Nothing could exceed but the rich dress she wore having convinced her of the reality of it, and the sight of All-Fair, was seized with such a fit of melancholy, as to either to speak, eat, or . The Princess, who loved her mother, was much grieved at her distress, and having in vain endeavoured to find out the of her , determined to go and consult the Desert Fairy about of . Accordingly, after a cake to lions, which she put into a basket, Princess forward on her journey for abode of Fairy. As went exactly the road her mother had , to the fatal , which was loaded with fine fruit, and feeling a great to gather some, set down her basket, and began to pluck and eat the oranges. In mean-astonishment of the Queen, for she instantly found herself in her own palace, dressed in a superb robe of curious lace, and by Princess and the other ladies of the court. At first the Queen began to think all that passed was only a dream;
wish you not to stir up my anger: if you will promise to ⟨⟩ me, I will be the tenderest and most loving ⟨⟩ in the world—if not, save yourself from the ⟨⟩ if you can." In short, the Princess was forced to ⟨⟩ her word that she would have him, but with such agony of mind, that she fell into a swoon, out of ⟨⟩ when she recovered, she found herself in her own ⟨⟩ finely adorned with ribbons, and a ring of a single hair so fastened round her finger that it could not ⟨⟩ off.the lions fell a-roaring, and terror and grief of the Princess was , on looking down, to find that both her basket and cake . While was lamenting her situation, Dwarf presented himself to her with these words: "Lovely Princess, dry up your tears, and hear what I am going to say: You need not to Fairy to know the reason of your mother's indisposition, is enough to of having promised you, her adorable , to in ."—"How!" interrupted Princess; "my mother promised to you in marriage! you! such a fright!"—"Nay, none of your scoffs," returned the Dwarf,
⟨⟩ adventure had the effect upon All-Fair as ⟨⟩ former had upon her mother. She grew melancholy, ⟨⟩ was remarked and wondered at by the court. ⟨⟩ best way to divert her, they thought, would be to ⟨⟩ her to marry; which the Princess, who was now
⟨⟩ less obstinate on that score than formerly, ⟨⟩ to; and thinking that such a pigmy as the ⟨⟩ Dwarf would not dare to contend with so gallant ⟨⟩ person as the King of the Golden Mines, she fixed ⟨⟩ this king for her husband, who was exceedingly ⟨⟩ and powerful, and loved her to distraction. ⟨⟩ superb preparations were for the nuptials, ⟨⟩ the happy day being fixed, the king's rivals, who ⟨⟩ in the utmost despair at his good fortune, left the ⟨⟩, and returned to their dominions, not being able to ⟨⟩ eye-witnesses to the Princess's marriage.
At last the long-wished-for day came, and the nuptials ⟨⟩ proclaimed by the sound of trumpets and other ceremonies, balconies were all adorned tapestries, and the houses bedecked with flowers; ⟨⟩ as were proceeding to the ceremony, they ⟨⟩ moving towards them a box, whereon sat an old ⟨⟩ remarkable for her ugliness.—"Hold, Queen ⟨⟩ Princess," cried she, knitting her brows, "remember promises yon both made to my friend the Yellow ⟨⟩. I am the Desert Fairy, and if All-Fair not ⟨⟩
him, I swear by my coif I will burn my crutch." ⟨⟩ Queen and Princess were struck motionless by ⟨⟩ unexpected greeting of the Fairy; but the Prince of ⟨⟩ Golden Mines was exceedingly wroth; and, holding ⟨⟩ sword to her throat, "Fly, wretch!" said he, "or ⟨⟩ malice shall cost thy life." No sooner had ⟨⟩ uttered these words, than the top of box flying ⟨⟩ out the Yellow Dwarf, mounted upon a ⟨⟩ Spanish cat, who placing himself the King ⟨⟩ Fairy, uttered these words: "Rash youth, thy ⟨⟩ shall be at me, not at Desert Fairy; I ⟨⟩ thy rival, and claim her by promise, and a single ⟨⟩ round her finger."
This so enraged the King, that he cried out, "⟨⟩ ! wert thou worthy of notice, I ⟨⟩ for thy presumption." Whereupon ⟨⟩ Yellow Dwarf, clapping spurs to his cat, and ⟨⟩ a large cutlass, defied the King to combat; when ⟨⟩ went into the court-yard. The sun immediately ⟨⟩ red as blood, and it became dark: thunder and ⟨⟩ followed, by the flashes whereof were perceived two ⟨⟩ vomiting fire on each of Yellow Dwarf.
The King behaved with such undaunted courage, as to ⟨⟩ he saw the Desert Fairy, mounted on a winged ⟨⟩, with her head covered with snakes, strike the ⟨⟩ so hard with a lance, that she fell into the ⟨⟩ arms all covered with blood. This ⟨⟩, who was touched to the very soul to see ⟨⟩ in this condition, made most sad complaints; ⟨⟩ for King, lost both his reason and courage, ⟨⟩ the combat, and ran to Princess, to succour , with ; but Yellow Dwarf would not allow ⟨⟩ to get to her, but flew on his Spanish cat into ⟨⟩ balcony was, and took her out of her ⟨⟩ arms, and from all ladies, and then leaping ⟨⟩ the top of the palace, disappeared with his prize.Dwarf great perplexity; but was dismayed,
As the King stood confused and astonished at this ⟨⟩ adventure, suddenly found a mist before his
⟨⟩, and himself lifted up in air by some power: for Desert Fairy had in love ⟨⟩ him. To secure him for herself, , ⟨⟩ him to a frightful cavern, hoping would there ⟨⟩ All-Fair, and tried many artifices to complete her ⟨⟩. But finding this ineffectual, ⟨⟩ to carry him to a place as pleasant ⟨⟩ the other was terrible; and accordingly sat him by ⟨⟩ in a chariot drawn by swans. In passing through the air, he had the unspeakable surprise to see his ⟨⟩ Princess in a castle of polished steel, leaning her ⟨⟩ on one hand, and wiping away the tears with the ⟨⟩. She happened to look up, and had the mortification to see the King sitting by the Fairy, who then by her ⟨⟩ made herself appear extremely beautiful. Had not ⟨⟩ King been sensible of the Fairy's power, he ⟨⟩ then have tried to free himself from her, ⟨⟩ means or other; but he knew it would be in ⟨⟩ and therefore pretended to have a liking for her. ⟨⟩ last they came to a stately palace, fenced on one ⟨⟩ walls of emeralds, and on the other by a boisterous ⟨⟩
The King, by pretending to be in love with the ⟨⟩, obtained the liberty to walk by himself on the ⟨⟩ and, as he was one day invoking the powers of the ⟨⟩ heard a voice, and presently after was surprised ⟨⟩ the appearance of a Mermaid, which, coming up with ⟨⟩
⟨⟩ Golden Mines, I well know all that has passed in ⟨⟩ to you and the fair Princess. Don't suspect this to ⟨⟩ a contrivance of the Fairy's to try you, for I am ⟨⟩ inveterate enemy both to her and the Yellow ⟨⟩, therefore, if you will have confidence in me, I will ⟨⟩ you my to the release not only ⟨⟩ yourself, but of All-Fair also."smile, spoke these words—"O King of
She then cut down some sea-rushes, and blowing ⟨⟩ them, said, "I order you not to stir off from this ⟨⟩ till the Desert Fairy comes and takes you away. Whereupon a skin grew soon over the rashes, and they became an inanimate likeness of the King of the Golden Mines. After this, the Mermaid made the King sit upon her tail, and they sailed away in a rolling sea, with all imaginable satisfaction.
When they had sailed some time, "Now," saidMermaid to King, "we draw near the place your Princess is kept by the Yellow Dwarf. You will have many enemies to fight before you to her; , therefore, this sword, with which you may every thing, provided you never let it go out of your hand." The King returned her all the thanks that the most grateful heart could suggest; and Mermaid landed and took leave of him, promising him farther assistance when necessary.
But to return to threw herself upon the body, cried, howled, and tore fifty of the persons that were with her in , as a sacrifice to the manes of the dear deceased.Desert Fairy: When she saw that her lover did not return, she hastened after to find him, running along all the shore, attended with a hundred young damsels, loaded with presents for him: some brought great baskets full of diamonds, some golden vessels of admirable work, some ambergris, coral, and pearls, and some carried great pieces of stuffs upon their heads of prodigious riches; in short, every thing that might be acceptable. But in what a sad condition was the Fairy, when, following this troop, she saw the rushes in the shape of the King of the Golden Mines: she was so amazed and grieved, that she a terrible shriek, that made the hills echo again:
King, in the meantime, after parting with the Mermaid, advanced boldly forward, and meeting with two sphinxes, who flew at him, would have torn him in a thousand , had it not been for the Mermaid's sword, which glittered so in their eyes, that fell down at his feet without any strength, when he each a mortal wound. He then attacked six dragons,
which opposed his passage, and despatched them languishing by a brook-side; and upon bis fearfully approaching towards her, she flew from him with as much terror as if he had been the Yellow Dwarf. "Condemn not, madam," said he, "before you hear ; I am neither nor guilty of what you , but only an unfortunate wretch, that has displeased you with to himself." "Ah! barbarous man!" cried she, "I saw you traversing the air with a beautiful person; was that against your consent?" "Yes, Princess," said he, "it was: the Desert Fairy, not satisfied with chaining me to a rock, took me with her in her chariot, and conveyed to a distant part of world, where I should have languished out my days, had it not been for a kind Mermaid that brought hither. I , my Princess, to deliver you out of the hands of that detain you here: not the assistance of most faithful of lovers." Thereupon threw himself at her feet, and catching hold of her gown, unfortunately let fall the magic sword; and the Yellow. Then he met with four-and-twenty nymphs, holding their hands long garlands of flowers, with which they stopped his passage: "Whither are you going, sir?" said they; " are appointed to guard this place, and if we let you pass, it will be bad both for you and us; pray be not obstinate,—you would not imbrue your victorious arm in the blood of so many innocent young , who have done you no wrong." At those words, the King, who was a great admirer of the fair sex, and had himself always their protector, was so confounded to think that he must force his passage them, that he knew not what to on; when heard a voice say, "Strike! strike! or you will your Princess for ever!" upon which he threw himself into the midst of them, and soon dispersed . This being the last he had to meet with, went into the grove where the Princess lay pale and
Dwarf, who lay behind some small shrubs, no sooner saw it out of the King's hand, than, knowing its power, he ran and seized it.
The Princess, at the sight of the Dwarf, gave a terrible shriek. "I am now," said the Dwarf, "master of my rival's fate; however, I will grant him his life and liberty, on condition that he consents to my marriage." "No, I will die a thousand deaths first," cried the amorous King in a rage. "Alas!" ⟨⟩ the Princess, "the thoughts of that is the most ⟨⟩ of them all." "Nothing shocks me so much," ⟨⟩ the King, "as that you should become a victim to ⟨⟩ monster." "Then," said the Princess, "let us ⟨⟩ together." "No, my Princess," said King, "let ⟨⟩ have the satisfaction of dying for you." "I ⟨⟩ sooner," said she, "consent to the Dwarfs desires." "Oh! cruel Princess!" interrupted the King, "⟨⟩ you marry him before my face, my life would ever ⟨⟩ be odious to me." "No, it shall not be before thy face, replied the Dwarf, "for a beloved rival I cannot bear; and at words he stabbed the King to the ⟨⟩ The disconsolate Princess, aggravated to the last ⟨⟩ at such barbarity, thus vented her grief—"Thou ⟨⟩ creature! since could not avail thee, ⟨⟩
thou now reliest upon force: but thou shalt be disappointed, and thy brutal soul shall know ⟨⟩ mortification from the moment I tell thee I die for ⟨⟩ love I have for the King of the Golden !" so saying, she sunk down upon his body, and ⟨⟩ without a sigh.
Thus ended the fatethese two faithful lovers, which the Mermaid very much ; but, all her power lying in the sword, she could only change them into two palm-trees, which, preserving a constant mutual affection for each other, caress and unite their branches together.
LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD.
Near a village called Roseville, in the South of France, dwelt an infirm aged woman, who had nothing to subsist on but the savings of former industry; her chief comfort was a grand-daughter, who resided with her parents, about three miles distant in a fertile valley. Her was Celia, but she was better known by that of Little Red Riding-Hood, from her grandmother having her one of cherry-coloured silk, which very much became her face and form. kept constant to her school, but holiday she, in general, went to visit old lady, and take her little present, which was a pleasing grateful act of duty. The weather proved cold and rainy, so that Red Riding-Hood had not seen her grandmother for more than a fortnight, which was a great grief to the girl; more so, as knew the former was ill. At length to her joy came a fine morning, and her kind parents her a holiday that might visit the old lady, and take a pot of butter, home-baked cakes, and a bottle of currant wine to comfort her.
When Red Riding-Hood was leaving the cottage, her mother told her not to loiter on the road, to talk with no strangers, and tohome before dusk; all which commands she promised to obey, but was not so dutiful in performing. than an hour was spent before she even left the village, in talking to the little girls who playing about, letting them know that was going to her grandmother a pot of butter, some cakes, and a of . This was very wrong, as it did not in least concern them, and was likewise disobeying commands of her indulgent parent.
As she stopped to what he had to say. The wolf was treacherous and designing, laid his plans accordingly. Willingly would he eaten up Red Riding-Hood that minute, for was almost famished with hunger, but he was fearful her cries would bring some of workmen to her assistance, when it was most likely he would be put to death.pursued her way by wood side, Red Riding-Hood was startled on beholding a wolf, (a beast of prey with which South of France is infested,) who from amongst trees; she was on the point of flying to reapers who in the next field, to seek protection, when the wolf speaking civilly to her,
“Good morning to you, my pretty Miss,” said he, “where are you going, and what have you in that basket that hangs on your arm?”
“I am going, Sir Wolf,” said, “to see my grandmother, who is very fond of . It was her who made this pretty riding-hood; and I am going to take a pot of butter, some cakes, and a little of our best wine, as she is ill; I wish we could spare more.”
“That is very good of you,” said the wolf, “pray does she live far from hence?”
“Yes, Sir, shealone in the white cottage behind the mill you can see yonder.”
“My dear little girl,” said the wolf, “I know the old lady very well, and I shall call and see her shortly.—Good bye, do not hurry yourself, the sun is hot and you may get a fever.”
How very civil the wolf is, thought the silly girl; how wrong people are to be afraid of him andout that he eats children. I dare say it is an untruth. I am he was very kind to me; the day is indeed warm, and why should I fatigue myself, there is plenty of time between this and dusk. So she amused herself with catching butterflies, and filling the top of her basket with field flowers, to make bow pots for the mantel-piece; and, in fact, tired herself three times more than length of the walk would have .
At length, having collected a store of butter-cups, blue-bells, violets and daises, sheon,—
Her basket o’er her arm she hung
And as she went she sweetly sung—
A lady liv’d beneath the hill,
And if not gone she is there still.
“Who is there?” said the old woman.
“It is me, your grandchild, Little Red Riding-Hood,” replied the wolf, imitating Celia’s.
“I am ill in bed, child,” called the grandmother, “so pullbobbin, and door will open.”
The wily wolf the bobbin drew,
The cottage door wide open flew.
Alas! poor old woman, instead of beholding a tender dutiful grandchild, it was a ravenous wolf, who havingno prey for three or four days, sprang upon her, and eat up.
The wolf having closeddoor, put on old woman’s night-cap and gown, and got into bed, lay quite snug, waiting arrival of Red Riding-Hood.
Whenhad lain about an hour, she with two or three raps.
“Who is there?” saidwolf, with such a rough voice that poor Celia was startled, until she hearing that her grandmother had a cold. answered, “It is me, Little Red Riding-Hood, with a pot of butter, some cakes, and a bottle of .”
“Thank you kindly, darling,” said the wolf, “pull the bobbin, andlatch will go up.”
Celia did so, and the door opened.
As she entered the roomwolf said, “Put your basket on table, take off your clothes, and into bed, that you may rest a after your long walk.”
“So I will, grandmother,” saidpoor innocent, “as soon as I have put these pretty flowers, that I have gathered for you in the pots.”
“That is a good child,” saidwolf, softening his voice as much as possible.
“Shall I sweep up your room dear grandmother, and undraw your curtains, it is so dark,” askedCelia, to whom great merit was due for and activity in domestic affairs: who now thought her grandmother’s room looked unusually disturbed.
Ill health, in fact, accounted for this change, and ⟨⟩ would most willingly exerted herself in making it tidy.
This proposal did not please the wolf, darkness suited him best; and pleading a violent headache as an excuse for not undrawing the curtain, said, cleaning should be left until the following week, when she trusted to be better.
“Do so,” said Celia, who dearly loved her grandmother; “then I will come and bring you some custards, and every thing we have got that is nice.”
The cruel wolf heard all she said without feeling the least pity or desisting from his plan; for though he had made a hearty meal of the poor grandmother, Red Riding-Hood was too dainty a treat for the glutton to withstand; heagain desired her to come to bed.
“Only look up dear grandmother, and see how nicely I have decorated your chimney-piece, I know youfond of flowers, ”said the artless girl.
“True, darling,” repliedwolf, burying his head under clothes lest he should betray himself, “but my head aches so sadly I cannot raise it from the pillow.”
“How sorry I am,” said Celia, “and how grieved my parents, mother in particular, will be, to hear youso ill; when they know it they will soon be . Shall I help you to some of the nice white cake, and a glass of wine?”
“No, thank you,” answered he, “I can take none just now, for I made a hearty meal, which I relished much, justyou came and I heard your welcome voice.”
Here the wolf spoke true;had so filled his stomach with poor granny, that at present he had no for another ropast, or he would not have spared Red Riding-Hood so long.
had not long in bed when she thus began;—“Grandmother, as I was coming along, who do you think I met.”
“I cannot guess, child, so pray tell, that is readiest and most proper way.”
“I met the wolf of the wood; and at first I was so frightened that I thought to hasten to some farmer’s men who were near, and cry for aid, as you and my mother have often told me if any thing happened on the road to alarm me, to do.”
"So you ought to have done,” said the wolf, “If children always acted according the advice of their best friends, wolves seldom would a treat.”
“Ah, grandmother, he spoke so kind and civil, my fears ended. I dare say he meant me no more harm than you do at this moment.”
“I dare say not,” answered the exulting animal with a malicious grin.
“Then I hope you are not angry with me for speaking to him,” saidpoor girl, “and telling him that I was coming to you with wine and cake, and a nice pot of new churned butter.”
“I never was better pleased, you may believe me,” said the wolf, “but go to sleep, my little prattler, for I feel tired with talking, and am faint with illness.”
“Do not let me slumber long,” said Celia, “for my mother told me to be home longdusk.”
“Very well,” replied the supposed old woman, “you do not, however, always obey your mother, or you would not have talked to the wolf; but for the reapers in the fieldmight have eaten you up.”
So thought Red Riding-Hood.—“Then my grandmother is angry, though I understood just now she wasbetter pleased. It certainly was wrong for to loiter and stay on the road; and still worse to talk with wolf of the wood. I hope my mother will pardon when I tell her, and promise never to offend again by disobedience; no I will be wiser in .”
Celia was too good a child to strive to conceal any transaction in which she was concerned from her parents; and this is anworthy of imitation. Candidly tell your faults to friends who have authority over , they will the more readily pardon past, and assist you with as to the .
So pray young friends attend my rhyme:
Frankness displays a noble mind,
And when with virtuous deeds combin’d
I give it praise beyond all worth,
Of glittering or gold on earth.” a crime,
“Dear grandmother,” said Celia, “how rough and long your arms grown.”—“The fitter to fondle you, my dear.”—“ How your ears stand up in your cap,”—“The better to hear thy sweet voice, my love.”—“How large and bright your eyes are, grandmother.”— “ more proper to gaze on you my darling.”—“But how huge and frightful your teeth are.”—“All the better to devour with.” —And sprang on child, who screamed out, “Oh! you are not my dear, kind, grandmother, but the wicked wolf of wood.” had not time to say , for he ate her up in a few .
cruel wolf did not long survive these horrid deeds; for falling asleep after he had despatched his victim, neglected to secure a timely retreat, and was caught in the bed by Celia’s parents, and other persons, who, alarmed by her stay, late at night in search of her. A slight search disclosed the horrid deeds he had committed, and just vengeance overtook him: he died on the spot covered with wounds.
THE MAGIC BOTTLE.
Mick Purcell rented a few acres of barren ground in the neighbourhood of Mallow, in county of Cork. Mick had a and family? they all did what they could, and that was but little, for the poor man had no child grown up big enough to help him in his work; and all the poor woman could do was to mind the children, milk one cow, boil the potatoes, and carry the eggs to market; but with all they could do, ’twas hard enough on them to pay the rent. Well, managed it for a good while; but at last came a bad year, and the little grain of oats was all , the chickens died of pip, and the pig got the measles—she was sold for almost nothing; and poor Mick hadn’t enough to half pay his rent, and two terms were due.
“Why, Molly,” says he, “what’ll we do!”“Wisha, thon, mavourneen! what would you do but sell the cow?” says she; “and Monday is Cork fair-day, and so you must go to-morrow, that the poor baste may be rested again the fair.”
"And what’ll we do when she’s gone?” says Mick, sorrowfully.
“Never a know I knew, Mick; but sure God won’t lave us without him, Mick; and you know how good he has been to us many a time when our backs have been sore enough atwall.”—“Och! you are always that way, Molly, and I believe you are right after all, so I won't be sorry for selling the cow.”
Mick drove his cow slowly along the road, and through the stream which crosses it, under the old walls of Mourne.
After six long miles heto the top of a hill— Bottle-hill ’tis called now, but that was not the of it then, and just there a man overtook him. “Good morrow,” says he. “Good morrow, kindly,” says Mick, looking at the stranger, who was a little man,—you’d almost call him a dwarf.
“Where are you going with the cow, honest man?”
“To the fair of Cork, then,” answered Mick, trembling at his shrill and piercing voice.
“you going to sell her?" said he.
“Why then, what else am I going for?”
“Will you sell her to me?”
Mick started—he was afraid to have anything to do with him, and more afraid to say no.
“What’ll you give for her?” at last says Mick.
“I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you this bottle,” said the little one, pulling it out.
Mick, in spite of his terror, could not help laughing.
“Laugh if you will,” said the little man, “but I tell you this bottle is better than all the money you will get forcow in Cork.”
Mick laughed again. “Why then,” says he, “do you think I am such a fool as to give my good cow for a bottle—and an empty one too? indeed, then, I won’t.”
“You had better give me the cow, and takebottle—you’ll not be sorry for it.”
“Why, then, and what would Molly say? I’d never hearend of it; and how would I pay rint?”
“I tell you thisMick started. is better to you than money; take it, and give me the cow. I ask you for the last time, Mick Purcell.”
“ he knew my name?” he.
“Mick Purcell, I knew you, and I have a regard; therefore do as I warn you, you may be sorry for it. Your cow may die before you go to Cork. There may be many cattle at the fair, and you get a bad price, or you may be robbed when you are home; but I see you are determined to throw away your luck, Mick Purcell.”
“Oh! no, I would not throw away my luck, sir, and if I was sure the bottle was as geed as you say, I’d givethe cow.”
“Give me the!” said he; “I not tell you a lie. Here, take the , and exactly what I direct.”
“Well, then,bye, I can stay no longer: once more, take it, and be rich; refuse it, and beg for your life, with your children in poverty and your dying for want!” said little man with a grin.
“May be ’tis true,” said Mick, still hesitating; he didknow what to do,—at length, in a fit of desperation, he seized the bottle—“Take the cow,” said he, “and if you are telling a lie, the curse the poor will be on you.”
“I have spoken truth, Mick Purcell, and thatwill find to-night, if you do what I tell you.”
“And what’s that?” says Mick.
“When you go home, never mind ifwife be angry, but be quiet yourself, and make her sweep room clean, set the table out right, and spread a clean cloth over it; then put the bottle on the , saying these words: ‘Bottle, do your duty!’”
“And is this all ?” says Mick.
“No more,” said the stranger, “bye, Mick Purcell—you are a rich man.”
“God grant it!” said Mick, as the old man moved after the cow, and he retraced“Lord between us and harm!” said Mick: “He can't belong to this earth; but road towards his cabin. He could not help turning to look after his cow; but was to . is the cow?” Mick went homeward muttering prayers, and holding fast the bottle.
At last Mick reached his . “ Oh! Mick, are you come back?” said his wife. “Sure you weren’t at Cork all the way? Where is the cow? Did you sell her? Tell us every thing about it.”
So Mick had nothing left but to tell the whole story of his meeting with the little man, and how he had told Mick that the bottle was the only thing for him.
Mick’s wife was grieved and angry at her husband’s folly; but at last becoming pacified, she got up, and began to sweepfloor; put out the table, and spread the cloth upon it, and Mick, placing the bottle on the ground, looked at it and said, “ Bottle, do your duty!”
“Look there! look there, mammy!” said his chubby eldest son, “look there! look there!” and he sprang to his mother’s side, as two tiny little fellows rose like light from the bottle, and in an instant covered the table with dishes and platesgold and silver, full of the finest victuals that ever were seen, and when all was done, went the bottle again. After a long pause of astonishment, they sat down and made a hearty meal, though they could not taste half the dishes.
“Now,” says Molly, “I wonder will those two goodgentlemen carry away these fine things again?” They waited, but no came; so Mick next day went to Cork and sold his plate, and bought a and cart, and began to show that he was making money. His landlord at last found out the secret, and offered him a deal of money for the bottle; but Mick would not give it, till at last he offered to give him all his farm for ever; so Mick, who was very rich, thought he’d never want any more money, and gave him the bottle: but Mick was mistaken—he and his family spent money as if there was no end of it; and to make story short, became poorer and poorer, till at last they had nothing left but cow; and Mick drove his cow before him to sell her at Cork fair, hoping to meet the old man and get another . It was hardly daybreak when left , and he walked on at a good pace till he reached the big hill, where he was enough to meet again with his queer little friend. Mick told his story, and after parley got another bottle.
“Good "and luck to you, and good luck to the big hill—it wants a name—Bottle-hill.—Good bye, sir, good bye;" so Mick walked back as fast as he could, calling out as as he saw Molly—“Och! sure I’ve got bottle.”to you, sir,” said Mick, as he turned back;
In an instant she put every thing right; and Mick, looking at his bottle, exultingly cried out, “Bottle, do your duty!” In a twinkling two great stout men with big cudgels issued from the, and belaboured poor Mick and his and all his family, till lay on the floor, when in they went again. Mick, as soon as he recovered, got up and looked about him; he thought and thought, and at last he took the bottle under his coat and went to his landlord, who had a great company: got a servant to tell him he wanted to speak him.
“Well, what do you want now?”
“Nothing, sir, only I have another bottle.”
“Oh! ho! is it as good as the first?”
“Yes, sir, and; if you like, I will show it to you all ladies and gentlemen.”
“along, then.” So saying, Mick was brought into the great hall, where he saw his old bottle high up on a shelf; “Ah! ha!” says he to himself, “may be I won’t have by and by.”
“Now,” says his landlord, “show us your bottle.” Mick set it on the floor, and uttered the words: in a moment the landlord was tumbledthe floor ; ladies and gentlemen, servants and all, were running, and roaring, and sprawling, and kicking, and shrieking, until landlord called out, “Stop those two devils, Mick Purcell, or I’ll you hanged!”
“They never shall stop,” said Mick, “till I get my own bottle that I see up there at the top of that shelf.”
“Give it down to him, give it down to him, before we are all killed!” says the landlord.
Mick put his bottle in his bosom: in jumped the two men into thebottle, and carried them home, he got richer than ever, and much wiser; for did not, as , make any show of wealth or grandeur to draw upon him the observation and envy of neighbours, but contented with a plain supply of those things which best befitted his .