world and its stern realities.

For a tin

forgotten, but will at intervals retur with a charm of fascination we are slo even to ourselves.

With this feeling, I have endeavour my attention from the matter-of-fact look back upon the bright past wi ution to extract some sweets from 1

of memory, which will always bloom breathed upon with a proper spirit.

Inspired to my task by a circle of lit xpectant faces, all looking upon me tory Book, I ventured back amongst t ɔ rescue some few records to add to

THE PRINCESS WITH THE GOLDEN WAND

THE TWO ROSES

THE LITTLE SILVER BELL

THE MOLE KNOME

YOUNG KING FLEXIBLE; Or, THE GROWING FAUL

THE DWARF AND THE WOODCUTTER

TO-DAY; OR, THE PRINCE AND THE SAGE

LITTLE SUNSHINE

'HE RED-CAPS

JALES

THE

A CANOP

hung fro depth of imbedded watching

ever and around th It was the lands So wide,

never co

begun or

TALES OF MAGIC AND ME.

THE LITTLE PRINCESS WITH

GOLDEN WAND.

A CANOPY of silver, with long trailing ung from the branch of a noble tree epth of its shadow slept a beautiful mbedded in luxuriant cushions; aroun watching some dark-skinned slaves, w ver and anon, their feather fans, to co round the sleeper.

It was the Princess Crystal Heart, w he lands and the waters around and o wide, indeed, was her sovereign sway ever could be brought to understand egun or where it ended; nor did she car

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