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The dog did not notice the little bag of meal round the Princess's neck, so the next morning the king and queen saw clearly enough where she had been; so they had the soldier arrested and put in prison.
It was a dark and dismal place to be in, and what did not make him more comfortable was that they told him he was to be hanged in the morning. His tinder-box he had left behind him at his house. When he rose in the morning he saw through his prison bars the crowd hurrying to the place of execution to see him hanged. The drum beat, and the soldiers marched down the streets. Among the crowd was a shoemaker's lad with his leather apron on, and with slippers on his feet, one of which fell off as he ran on, just against the wall where the soldier's window
Here, you shoemaker's boy," said the soldier, "you need not run so fast, for nothing will be done till I am there, and if you will run to my house and fetch my tinder-box, you shall have a shilling. But you must be quick or you will not be in time." The lad ran and fetched the tinderbox, which he gave to the soldier.
A gallows very high was erected outside the town, and thousands of people stood before it. It was strongly guarded by soldiers. On a splendid throne sat the king and queen, and opposite to them the judges and all the privy council.
The soldier had already reached the top of the ladder, but when they wanted to place the rope
round his neck, he said he understood that condemned criminals were always allowed any inno-cent desire they might wish to gratify. He had a great desire to smoke one more pipe of tobacco, the last he should ever smoke in the world.
The king did not like to refuse this, so the soldier took up his tinder-box and struck fire. He struck once, and the dog with eyes like tea cups appeared; he struck twice, and the dog came with eyes like mill wheels; he struck three times, and the dog with eyes like the Round Tower of Copenhagen, astonished the crowd.
"Deliver me now, so that I may not be hanged," said the soldier, and the dogs fell upon the judges and the council, and tossed them up so high in the air, that when they fell down they were dashed to pieces.
"Don't touch me," said the king, but the biggest dog threw him and the queen after the others, and they too were killed. This greatly frightened the soldiers, and the people cried out, "Good soldier we will have you for our king, and you shall marry the lovely princess."
Then they placed him in the king's carriage, and the dogs sprang up in front shouting, "Hurrah!" The princess came out of the brazen tower, and was chosen queen, with which she was very well pleased. The marriage feast was not finished for a whole week, and the dogs sat at table with the others, making faces at those around them.
The cock is crowing,
The small birds twitter,
The green fields sleep in the sun;
Are at work with the strongest;
Their heads never raising;
Like an army defeated,
On the top of the bare hill;
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone!
THE CANARY BIRD.
Canary birds to sell! Who'll buy my canary birds!"
Thus cried a man passing by the house of little
Jessie. Jessie heard him, and looking out of the window saw that he was a bird-seller, who carried upon his head a large cage full of canaries. They iumped so nimbly from perch to perch that Jessie nearly fell out of the window in her eagerness to
"Will you buy a canary bird, miss," said the man to her. "Perhaps I may," replied Jessie; "but stop a minute, and I will ask my papa's leave." Jessie then ran to her father, and said to him, quite out of breath, "Come here, papa! quick! make haste! there is a man in the street that sells canary birds. I dare say he has got more than a hundred. He carries a large cage quite full of them on his head."
"And why does that make you so glad?" said her father. "Oh, papa, because, if you give me I have sufficient leave, I should like to buy one. "And who will money in my purse to do so." feed the poor bird when it is bought," said her father. "I will, papa," said Jessie, "the little thing will be quite glad to be my bird." "I am afraid you will let him die of hunger or thirst," said Mr. Brown. "I let him die of hunger and thirst!" said Jessie. "Oh, no, you may depend, I shall not. I will never touch my own breakfast till the bird has had his."
Jessie pleaded so earnestly that at last her father gave her permission to buy the bird. She chose the prettiest canary in the cage. Its colour was a bright yellow, with a little tuft of black upon its head. Who was so happy as Jessie then? Her
father gave her some money to buy a handsome cage, with drawers, and a water-cup of crystal. When she had put the bird in his new house, she ran about calling her mamma, brothers, and sisters, to show them her beautiful bird. Whenever any of her little friends came to see her, the first word "Do you know I have the prettiest canary bird in the world? He is as yellow as gold, and has a little black crest like the plumes of mamma's hat. Come, I will show him to you; his name is Cherry."
Cherry was quite happy under Jessie's care. The first thing she thought of in the morning was to give him the freshest and clearest water. Whenever there was any cake at table, Cherry had his part first. She had always some bit of sugar in store for him, and his cage was decorated with flowers and leaves. Cherry was very pleased with these attentions. He soon learned to distinguish Jessie; and the moment he heard her step in the room, he fluttered his wings and chirped joyfully to welcome her.
At the end of a week he began to sing, and poured forth the most delightful music. Sometimes he stretched his little notes to such a length that one would have thought he must die from fatigue; then, after pausing a moment, he would begin again sweeter than ever, with a tone so clear and brilliant that he could be heard all over the house. Jessie passed whole hours in listening to him as she sat by his cage. She sometimes would let her work fall out of her hands to gaze at him