whispered to him to make haste and hand them out something. But Thumbling cried out still more loudly, "I will give you it all, only put your hands in."

11. The servant heard this, sprang out of bed and ran to the door. But the thieves made off as quickly as they could, so the servant could see nothing.

12. When she came back, Thumbling ran out and crept in amongst the hay. Here he found a beautiful place to sleep. He thought he would rest till daybreak, and then go home to his parents.

1. IN the morning the servant got up to feed the cow. She walked to the barn and took an armful of hay. But it was just the bundle where poor Thumbling lay asleep. He slept so soundly that he only awoke

when he was in the cow's mouth.

“Ah,

mercy!" cried he, cried he, "how ever came I into this mill!" but soon he saw where he was. Then he took care not to come between the teeth, but slipped quite down the cow's throat.

2. The cow was eating her hay. So he began to call, as loudly as he could, "Bring me no more food! I do not want any more food!" Just then the maid was milking the cow, and when she heard the voice she knew that it was the same she had heard in the night. She was so frightened that she spilt her milk, and ran to her master, saying, "O, Mr. Parson, the cow has been speaking."

3. "You are crazy," he said; but still he went into the stable to see what was the matter. Just then Thumbling began to shout out again, "Bring me no more food, bring me no more food." This frightened the parson himself, and he thought an evil spirit was in his cow. So he said that she must be killed.

4. This let Thumbling out. But just then

a wolf, who was passing at the time, made a snatch at the cow, and swallowed Thumbling. Still he kept a good heart, and called out from inside, "O, Mr. Wolf, I know of a real nice meal for you."

5. "Where is it to be found?" asked the wolf. "In the house by the field. You must creep through the gutter, and you will find cakes and bacon as much as you can eat." But the house of which Thumbling was speaking was his father's house.

6. The wolf in the night crept in, and ate till he was full. Then he tried to get out by the way he went in, but the hole was not large enough. Thumbling, who had planned this, began to make a great noise inside the poor wolf. "Will you be quiet?" said the wolf; "you will awake the people.”

7. At last his father and mother awoke, and came to the room, and looked through the chinks of the door. When they saw the wolf, they ran and brought the axe and the scythe. Stop you behind," said the man; "if my blow does not kill him, you must give him a cut with the scythe, and chop off his head if you can."

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8. When Thumbling heard his father's voice, he called out, "Father dear, I am here, in the wolf's body." Heaven be praised!" said the man, full of joy, our dear child is found again." Then he raised his axe, and gave the wolf such a blow on its head that it fell dead. He then took a knife and cut open the wolf, and set free his little son.

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9. "Ah," said his father, we have had about you!' Yes, father," replied Thumbling, "I have been a great deal about the world."

Where have you been, my son?"

"Once I was in a mouse-hole, once in a snail's shell, once inside a cow, and lastly inside that wolf. But now I will stop here with you," said Thumbling.

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10. Yes," said the old people, "we will not sell you again for all the world." So they kissed him with great love and joy. Then they gave him plenty to eat and drink, and had new clothes made for him, for his old ones were worn out with all he had gone through.

mo'tion

LIV. THE BROOKLET.

o'cean

ver'dant whith'er

HITHER through the verdant meadow,

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Brooklet, dost thou roam? I am roaming through the valley,

Onward to my home.

2. Stop and tell me, little brooklet,

Where is then thy home? If I stop thus, I shall never Reach the ocean foam.

3. Why such haste to reach the

ocean,

Why not here abide?

I must keep the ships in mo

tion,

On the ocean wide.

4. Brooklet, bud, and flower, and blossom

Never still remain :

We have learned a lesson from you,

Brooklet on the plain.