LVIII. THE lion and the unicorn LIX. THERE was a jolly miller You have been biting me, So he crack'd his bones And there he let him lie. LX. TOм, Tom, the piper's son, Stole a pig, and away he run! The pig was eat, and Tom was beat, And Tom went roaring down the street. "I have an old edition of this author by me, the title of which is more sonorous and heroical than those of later date, which, for the better information of the reader, it may not be improper to insert in this place, 'Tom Thumb his Life and Death; wherein is declar'd his many marvellous Acts of Manhood, full of wonder and strange merriment.' Then he adds, Which little Knight liv'd in King Arthur's time, in the court of Great Britain.' Indeed, there are so many spurious editions of this piece upon one account or other, that I wou'd advise my readers to be very cautious in their choice." -A Comment upon the History of T. T., 1711. A "project for the reprinting of Tom Thumb, with marginal notes and cuts," is mentioned in the old play of The Projectours, 1665, p. 41. His stature but an inch in height, Then think you not this little knight His father was a ploughman plain, Until such time this good old man And there to him his deep desires How in his heart he wish'd to have Of which old Merlin thus foretold, No blood nor bones in him should be, That men should hear him speak, but not But so unseen to go or come,- And in four minutes grew so fast As was the ploughman's thumb in height, TOм THUMB, the which the fairy queen Whereas she cloth'd him richly brave, His hat made of an oaken leaf, His hose and doublet thistle-down, His garters were two little hairs Thus like a lusty gallant, he Where he for counters, pins, and points, Till he amongst those gamesters young Yet could he soon renew the same, Unseen or felt by any one, Of whom to be reveng'd, he took, |