[5]A peddler.
[5]A peddler.
A soldier just home from the wars, and glad enough to be there, had the song from the chapman; and in turn he taught it to a sailor who took it to sea with him.
The sailor was going to the far countries, but if all went well with his ship, and with him, he would be at home in time to see the hawthorn bloom in his mother's yard another year and another spring.
He kept the song in his heart for a year and a day, and then, because nothing had gone amiss and he was homeward bound, he sang it, too:
"The hawthorn's white, the sun is bright,And blue the cloudless sky;And not a bird that sings in springIs happier than I, than I,Is happier than I."
"The hawthorn's white, the sun is bright,And blue the cloudless sky;And not a bird that sings in springIs happier than I, than I,Is happier than I."
On the sailor's ship there was a minstrel bound for the king's court to sing on May Day; and the minstrel learned the song from the sailor.
He was a young minstrel and very proud to sing at the king's festival, so when it was his turn and he stood before the throne he could think of no better song to sing than:
"The hawthorn's white, the sun is bright,And blue the cloudless sky;And not a bird that sings in springIs happier than I, than I,Is happier than I."
"The hawthorn's white, the sun is bright,And blue the cloudless sky;And not a bird that sings in springIs happier than I, than I,Is happier than I."
Now the king had been so busy about the affairs of his kingdom deciding this question and that, sending messengers here and there, and listening to one and another, as all kings must do, that he had forgotten the song which he had made. But when he heard the minstrel it all came back to him; and then he was puzzled.
"Good minstrel," said he, "ten golden guineas I will give you for your song, and to the ten will add ten more if you will tell me where you learned it."
"An easy matter that," said the minstrel. "The sailor who rides in yon white ship in your harbor taught it to me."
"The soldier who even now stands guard at your majesty's gate gave me the song," said the sailor when he was asked.
"I had it from the chapman who travels on the king's highway," said the soldier.
"I heard the little goose-girl sing it," said the chapman when they found him.
"'Tis Robin Ploughboy's song," laughed the goose-girl. "Go ask him about it."
"The king sang it first and I next," said the ploughboy.
Then the king knew that he had made a good song that everybody with a happy heart might sing; and because he was glad of this, he stood at his window and sang again:
Music
Words,Maud Lindsay
Music,Elsie A. Merriman
Allegretto
The hawthorn's white, the sun is bright, And blue the cloud-lesssky; . And not a bird that sings in spring Ishap-pi-er than I, than I, Is hap-pi-er than I. . .
Oh, who would go to fairyland?The moon is shining bright, oh,And who would go to fairylandUpon a summer's night, oh!Across a field of fragrant fernAll sparkling with the dew, oh!Come trip it light to fairylandAnd I will go with you, oh!To fairyland, to fairyland,Who seeks may find the way, oh,And we shall see the fairies danceBefore the break of day, oh!
Oh, who would go to fairyland?The moon is shining bright, oh,And who would go to fairylandUpon a summer's night, oh!
Across a field of fragrant fernAll sparkling with the dew, oh!Come trip it light to fairylandAnd I will go with you, oh!
To fairyland, to fairyland,Who seeks may find the way, oh,And we shall see the fairies danceBefore the break of day, oh!
[6]I am indebted to one William Shakespeare, whose intimate acquaintance with fairyland none can dispute, for the name "Pease-Blossom"; to Joseph Rodman Drake for the idea of my story; and to some of the folk tales which suggested to me one or two of Pease-Blossom's adventures.
[6]I am indebted to one William Shakespeare, whose intimate acquaintance with fairyland none can dispute, for the name "Pease-Blossom"; to Joseph Rodman Drake for the idea of my story; and to some of the folk tales which suggested to me one or two of Pease-Blossom's adventures.
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n the deepest dell of the Enchanted Wood, where the moss grew the greenest and the violets bloomed the sweetest, the fairies lived. It was they who kept the brooks and the springsfree from dirt or clog, and tended the wild flowers and watched over the young trees. And they were friends with all the harmless birds and beasts from wood's end to wood's end.
But for those creatures that work harm to others, and for the goblins who delight in mischief they had no love, and every day and every night a watch was set to drive them from the fairy dell.
Each fay in turn kept guard and all went well till one evening when Pease-Blossom, the best-loved fairy in the dell, fell asleep at his post and the goblins stole away the nightingale that sang each night at the queen's court.
Great was the sorrow in fairyland when this was known.
"I will fly to catch them before they have had time to hide her away," cried a fay whose name was Quick-As-Lightning.
"I will go, too," said little Twinkle-Toes.
"And I, three," said Spice-of-Life; "and my good thorn sword with me, which will make four against them."
But the fairy queen would not consent to this.
"Pease-Blossom in his trust did fail;And he must seek the nightingale,"
"Pease-Blossom in his trust did fail;And he must seek the nightingale,"
she said; and no sooner had she spoken than the little fay bade his companions good-bye and hastened out upon his quest alone.
The goblins had left no trace behind them and Pease-Blossom wandered hither and thither over dewy fells and fields asking of every piping cricket and brown winged bat he met: "Passed the goblins this way?"
No one could aid him, and he was ready to drop from weariness and sorrow when the moon came over the hill and called:
"Whither away, Pease-Blossom? Whither away?"
"In quest of the nightingale that the goblins have stolen; but where they have taken her I cannot find," answered the little fay sadly.
Then said the moon: "Many a nightingale there is in the wide world, both free and caged, and how may I know yours from any other? But this I can tell you: through a window in the castle of the Great Giant, which stands upon a high hill beside the Silver Sea, I spy a nightingale in a golden cage which was not there when I shone through that same window yester eve; and moreover, at the World's End, which is beyond the Giant's castle, I see a band of goblins counting money."
"A thousand thanks to you, oh moon," cried Pease-Blossom joyfully when he heard this; for he could put two and two together as well as any fay in fairyland, and he did not doubt that the goblins had sold the nightingale to the Great Giant.
"I shall be at the castle before you shine in thedell," he called to the moon as he flew swift as a humming bird through the air.
But when he reached the hedge of thorns that guarded the palace of a lovely princess who was next neighbor to the Giant, he tripped against a candle-fly that was hurrying to an illumination in the palace, and tumbled headlong into the thorns.
"Help! help!" he cried as he struggled to get free, and a night-hawk that was out in a search of a supper flew down to see what the matter was.
"Oh, ho!" said he when he saw who it was. "Fairy folk like to have all things their way, but 'tis my turn now to have a little fun."
And he plucked Pease-Blossom from out the thorns and flew away with him in his bill.
Up and down, so high that the trees below looked no taller than corn stalks, and so low that their branches brushed his wings, he flew, till Pease-Blossom was faint from dizziness.
"See what a great moth the hawk has in his bill," cried an owl that they passed.
"'Tis no moth but a bug," said a whip-poor-will.
"Such an enormous gnat should make a meal for two," whispered a brother hawk, flying close.
"Simpleton! Do you not know a fairy when you see one?" said the night-hawk who could keep quiet no longer.
But no sooner had he opened his bill to speak his very first word than out tumbled Pease-Blossom.
The other hawk made haste to catch the fay but before he could reach him a fine breeze came blowing by.
"Is this not my little playmate, Pease-Blossom, who likes so well to ride on the grasses and rock in the flowers?" asked the breeze; and it whisked the little fairy away and bore him along so fast that no bird could keep up with him.
They were at the Silver Sea in the twinkling of a star, and Pease-Blossom was just beginning to thinkthat his troubles were ended, when the breeze died away as quickly as it had come, and the little fay found himself in the sea before he knew what was happening.
Fortunately for him a great tarpon fish came swimming by just then.
"Catch fast hold of my tail, and I will take you safely to shore," said he; and Pease-Blossom lost no time in doing as he was bid.
Ugh! How salty the water was and how the billows roared as the fish plunged through them, sending the white spray far above his head!
Poor Pease-Blossom was more dead than alive when they reached the shore, but as soon as he had gotten his breath again he said to his new friend:
"If you will come with me to fairyland you may swim in a stream as clear as glass. There is no salt in it, and no rough waves and every fairy in the dell will guard you from harm."
"Water without salt! I cannot imagine it," said the great tarpon. "And no waves! Why, I should die of homesickness there."
So when Pease-Blossom saw that there was nothing he could do for him, he thanked him kindly, and turned his steps to the Giant's castle which stood on a high hill close beside the sea just as the moon had said.
But Pease-Blossom's wings were so wet and so weary that though he tried once, twice, and thrice he could not fly to the lowest window ledge of the castle; and what he would have done nobody knows had not a chimney-swift who was out late from home flown by just then.
She lived in the castle chimney and when she heard what the little fay wanted she offered to carry him to her nest.
"Once there all will be easy," she said; "for there is no better way to get into the castle than through the chimney."
So Pease-Blossom seated himself between the swift's wings, and up they went to the top of the chimney and then down through the opening to the swift's home, which looked as if it were only half of a nest fastened against the wall.
"If you will come with me to fairyland," said Pease-Blossom when he saw this, "you shall have the greenest tree in the wood for your home. And the fairies will help you to build a whole nest there."
But the swift only laughed at him. "There is no better place than a chimney to raise young birds. I should be uneasy about them every minute in a tree. And as for a whole nest, I don't know what you mean," said she.
And when Pease-Blossom saw that she was well content with her home, he thanked her and bade her good-bye, and began his climb down the chimney.
There was no light to show him the way except the little that the moon sent through the opening highabove the swift's nest; and on all sides of the little fay were the straight narrow walls of the chimney, covered with black soot. He clung to them as closely as a lichen to a rock, putting his little toes into every crack and holding fast to the bits of cement that jutted out here and there from the bricks. If he rustled a wing he brought down a shower of soot upon himself, and when at last he stood in the Giant's room, he was as black as any goblin.
He had no time to think of himself though, for there asleep in the golden cage which the moon had seen was the queen's nightingale. There was no mistaking her, for there was a tiny feather missing from the tip of her right wing, and that missing feather was in Pease-Blossom's Sunday cap hanging in an alder bush in the fairy dell that very minute.
The Giant was asleep, too, but the golden cage was on a table close beside him, so close that poor Pease-Blossom, whose wings were not improved by the sootfrom the chimney, could not reach it without climbing upon the Giant's bed.
He was as careful as he could be, but no sooner had he stepped upon the bed than he touched one of the Giant's toes; and the Giant gave a great start.
"What is the matter?" called his wife.
"Oh, nothing," said he; "I only dreamed that a little mouse was tickling my toes;" and he fell asleep again.
Pease-Blossom did not dare to move till he heard him breathing heavily. Then, tiptoe across the counterpane he went, taking care at every step; but in spite of his care his wings brushed against one of the Giant's hands; and the Giant gave a great start.
"What is the matter?" called his wife.
"Oh, nothing," said he; "I only dreamed that a little leaf fell on my hand;" and he closed his eyes, and turned over on his side and was soon asleep.
Pease-Blossom was close under the cage by this time,but so tall was the table on which it was, and so small was he that, to reach the door, he was forced to stand on the Giant's head.
Light as thistle-down were his feet, but no sooner had the Giant felt their tread than he gave a great start, and lifting his hand struck himself a tremendous blow upon his forehead. Pease-Blossom would have been crushed to death had he not managed to spring, just at that instant, to the edge of the cage, where he stood trembling.
"What is the matter?" called the Giant's wife.
"Oh, nothing," said he; "I only dreamed that a fly lighted on my forehead," and he was soon breathing heavily again.
The nightingale, who was not used to sleeping at night, anyway, was wide awake by this time, but when she saw Pease-Blossom she did not know him, so black was he.
"Do you not remember the fairy dell and the littlefay to whom you gave a feather for his cap?" said Pease-Blossom then; and when the nightingale heard that, she was so overjoyed that she could scarcely keep from bursting into song.
STRAIGHT TO THE ENCHANTED WOOD THEY WENT.STRAIGHT TO THE ENCHANTED WOOD THEY WENT.
To open the cage door was only a minute's work and the nightingale was soon as free as air. Pease-Blossom seated himself upon her back and she was just ready to fly through an open window near by when the giant waked up in real earnest and saw the open cage.
"Thieves! Robbers!" he called in such a terrible voice that the chimney-swift shook in her nest, and the big fish in the Silver Sea jumped out of the water.
If the Giant had spied Pease-Blossom and the nightingale it would have gone hard with them; but luckily for them his wife, who was a kind-hearted woman, saw them before he did, and upset the golden cage right in his way.
"The whole place is bewitched," thundered he,stumbling over the cage; and in the stir which followed the nightingale slipped away unseen.
Over the Silver Sea where the fish swam, over the hedge of thorns which guarded the palace of the lovely princess, over the fields and the fells where the dew sparkled, straight to the Enchanted Wood they went.
"Who comes here?" called the fairy warder of the dell.
"Pease-Blossom and the nightingale," answered the fay; and great was the joy in fairyland at their return.
"How long you have been!" said Quick-As-Lightning.
"How fast you have come!" said little Twinkle-Toes.
But as for Spice-of-Life he could not speak at all for laughing at sooty Pease-Blossom.
Then Pease-Blossom made haste to bathe himself in the brook, and put on his finest court suit of pink satin rose-petals trimmed with lace from a spider's web; forthe fairy queen had ordered a grand court ball in his honor, and there was no time to lose.
A cricket band played merrily, the nightingale sang from a thicket close at hand, and tripping and twirling the little folks went till the cock crowed and the sun came up; and it was fairy bedtime.
In light of sun and light of moonHow different all things seem, oh!Wake up, wake up, dear Sleepy Head,'Twas nothing but a dream, oh.But who can tell? Some other nightWhen mellow shines the moon, oh,Perhaps we'll dream the dream againAnd may that night come soon, oh!
In light of sun and light of moonHow different all things seem, oh!Wake up, wake up, dear Sleepy Head,'Twas nothing but a dream, oh.
But who can tell? Some other nightWhen mellow shines the moon, oh,Perhaps we'll dream the dream againAnd may that night come soon, oh!
O
nce upon a time there lived a wee woman whose bit of a garden was a delight to all eyes.
Such flowers as she had! And in the midst of them, green as an emerald and smooth as velvet, was a grass plot with never a weed upon it. And through the grass ran a garden walk as white as snow. Every one who saw it declared there was no prettier garden in the king's country and what they said was no more than what was true.
Early and late the wee woman worked to keep her garden fair and lovely but in spite of all her care whenever the east wind blew it brought with it a whirl of trash from her neighbor's dooryard, and scattered it among her flowers.
Alack and alas, what a dooryard was that! Exceptfor the trash that was always upon it, it was as bare as the palm of your hand; and there was a heap of dirt and ashes as high as a hillock in front of the door. Everybody who passed it turned their eyes away from it, for there was no uglier spot in the king's country; and that is nothing but the truth of it.
Whenever the wee woman looked from her windows or walked in her garden she saw the dooryard and many was the day when she said to herself:
"I wish I were a thousand miles away from it;" and if she made up her mind, as sometimes she did, that she would trouble no more about it, the east wind was sure to come with a whirl of its trash. Oh, it seemed as if she were always cleaning because of that dooryard!
And what to do about it she did not know. She puzzled and planned, she wished and she worked, but she had come to the end of her wits when, one day, her fairy godmother came to see her.
"Never fret," said the godmother when she had heard the trouble. "In your own garden grows a magic flower that can set things right; and if you will only tend it and watch it and wait long enough you shall see what you shall see."
And when she had pointed out the flower she went on her way, leaving the wee woman much comforted.
She tended the flower and watched it and waited to see what she should see; and while she was watching and waiting, the flower burst into bloom. The loveliest bloom! Every blossom was as rosy as the little clouds at sunrise; and the wee woman's garden was more beautiful than before because of them.
"'Tis the prettiest garden in the king's country," said every one who passed; and what they said was no more than what was true.
But as for the neighbor's dooryard it was as bare and ugly as ever. The heap of dirt and ashes grewlarger every day; and whenever the wind blew from the east it brought a whirl of its trash into the wee woman's garden just as it had always done.
WHILE SHE WAS WATCHING AND WAITING, THE FLOWER BURST INTO BLOOM.WHILE SHE WAS WATCHING AND WAITING, THE FLOWER BURST INTO BLOOM.
The wee woman looked each morning to see if the magic of the flower had begun to work but morning after morning nothing changed.
"It is long waiting and weary watching for magic things to work," said she to herself; but because of what her fairy godmother had told her, she tended the flower from day to day, and hoped in her heart that something might come of it yet.
By and by the blossoms of the flower faded and fell and after them came the seed. Hundreds and hundreds of feathery seed there were, and one day the wind from the west came by, and blew them away in a whirl over the fence and into the neighbor's dooryard. No one saw them go, not even the wee woman knew what had become of them; and as for the dooryard, it was as ugly as ever with its ash heap and itstrash. Everybody who passed it turned their eyes away from it.
The wee woman herself would look at it no longer.
"I will look at the magic flower instead," she said to herself, and so she did. Early and late she tended the plant and worked to make her garden fair and lovely; but she kept her eyes from the dooryard. And if the wind from the east blew trash among her flowers she raked it away and burned it up and troubled no more about it.
Summer slipped into autumn and autumn to winter and the flowers slept; but at the first peep of spring the wee woman's garden budded and bloomed once more; and one day as she worked there, with her back to the dooryard, she heard passers-by call out in delight:
"Of all the gardens in the king's country there are none so pretty as these two," and when she looked around in surprise to see what they meant she saw thatthe neighbor's dooryard was full of flowers—hundreds and hundreds of lovely blossoms, every one as rosy as the little clouds at sunrise. They covered the heap of dirt and ashes, they clustered about the door stone; they filled the corners; and in the midst of them was the neighbor, raking and cleaning as busily as if she were the wee woman herself.
"'Tis fine weather for flowers," said she, nodding and smiling at the wee woman.
"The finest in the world," said the wee woman; and she nodded and smiled too, for she knew that the magic flower had done its work.
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nce upon a time three friends set out to go to the palace of the king, which was known as the House Beautiful.
[7]Founded upon the incident of the Lions in the Way in Bunyan's "Pilgrim's Progress."
[7]Founded upon the incident of the Lions in the Way in Bunyan's "Pilgrim's Progress."
The king himself had invited them there, and that they might have no trouble in finding the way he sent to them a scroll upon which the path was marked so plainly that it would have been a hard matter to have missed it. And to make assurance doubly sure he wrote upon the scroll with his own hand, bidding them to keep to the path.
"Turn neither to the right nor to the left," his message said; "but follow the path and it will lead you safely to the House Beautiful, where I have prepared a place for you."
All their lives the three friends had heard of the wonders of the king's house. Some people said that it was built of gold bright as the sun itself, and others that it was made of gleaming pearl. Its windows were said to overlook the whole world, and its towers to reach higher than the sky. And every one agreed that there was naught within its gates but peace and joy.
So eager were the friends to see it that they could not journey fast enough to satisfy themselves, and from morning until night they urged each other on.
The path by which they were to go was a narrow path, with a rough place now and then, and now and then a briar or sharp stone upon it, but for the most part it was a pleasant way. The travelers hastened joyfully along it and all went well with them until, one day, they met a man whose face was turned toward the land from which they had just come.
"Good neighbors," he cried, "why travel you so fast? Is a house afire or a friend ill; or does a feast wait till you come? Tell me, I pray you, that I may sorrow with you, or rejoice, as your need may be."
"Rejoice, rejoice!" cried the three; "for we journey to the king's House Beautiful, where a place is prepared for us."
But when the man heard this he shook his head sorrowfully as if what they told him was grievous news indeed.
"I, too, had thought of going there," he said; "but that was before I knew of the lions in the way."
"Lions in the way!" cried the travelers, looking at each other with startled eyes.
"Aye, lions," repeated the man solemnly, "the fiercest and largest that ever man saw. Their very roaring shakes the ground, and many a traveler has been devoured by them, so people say. As for myself, I have not seen them. To hear of them is enough for me."
"And for me," said one of the travelers; and in spite of all his companions might do or say to persuade him, he would go no farther.
"The king's house may be beautiful as the morning and as full of wonders as the sky is full of stars, but what good will it be to me if I am eaten by the lions?" said he.
And his friends were forced to journey on without him.
As they went they talked of the lions in the way and the one said to the other:
"Think you it is true, or but an idle tale?"
"True or not we shall pass in safety. Have we not the king's own word for it?" said the other; and he led the way with such great strides that his friend could scarcely keep pace with him.
On and on they traveled without stop or hindrance,till all at once the air was filled with a great noise that shook the earth beneath their feet and set their knees to trembling.
There was no mistaking what it was. Even though they had never heard the sound before, they knew it was the roaring of the lions.
And the second traveler began to grow afraid.
"Let us go around by another way," he said. "Surely there are more paths than one to the king's house."
And though the other spread out before him the scroll on which the path was marked and read once more the message of the king: "Turn neither to the right nor to the left but follow the path and it will lead you safely to the House Beautiful, where a place is prepared for you," he would pay no heed to it but turned away into a by-path and followed it out of sight.
The other traveler was forced to journey on the pathalone, with the roaring of the lions in his ears and the shaking of the earth beneath his feet. Nor had he gone a furlong more when just ahead he spied the lions themselves. One on each side of the path they stood with flaming eyes and yawning mouths; and at the very sight of them the traveler's heart beat quick and sharp and his feet faltered upon the way.
WHEN HE HAD COME TO THE LIONS HE FOUND THAT THEY WERE CHAINED.WHEN HE HAD COME TO THE LIONS HE FOUND THAT THEY WERE CHAINED.
But his faith in the king's word was greater than his fear. "Falter not, oh, feet! Fear not, oh, heart! There is safety in the path. The king himself has said it," he cried as he pressed on.
And lo! and behold, when he had come to the lions he found that they were chained. Roar as they might and strive as they would, they could not touch those who walked in the path that the king had marked; and the traveler passed in safety.
Beyond the lions stood the House Beautiful, with walls of gold bright as the sun itself and gates of gleaming pearl. Its windows overlooked the world,its towers reached above the sky, and of its wonders not the half had ever been told him.
The traveler's place was prepared for him, and the king was waiting to welcome him to his house; and he lived there in peace and joy forever after.