THE FIELD OF CLOVER - Fairy Tales for Children E-Book

Laurence Housman

• Herausgeber: Abela Publishing
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

This book is a collection of fairy tales: “The Bound Princess” (a longer work in six parts), “The Crown’s Warranty,” “The Wishing Pot,” “The Feeding of the Emigrants,” and “The Passionate Puppets.”

The Field of Clover is a collaboration between Laurence and Clemence Annie Housman, brother and sister. Laurence wrote the text and drew the original illustrations, which were then engraved by Clemence.

Also, the subject matter of the book demonstrates the Victorian fascination with the supernatural and themes of transformation. Women recite spells to turn into flowers; a great worm drinks a boy’s breath through a magical ring. The language is rich and vivid, and the stories themselves often impart moral lessons.

The Field of Clover, along with several of Laurence Housman's other works, was collected into a larger volume called Moonshine & Clover by the New York printers Harcourt, Brace, & Company, in 1922.
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Laurence Housman turned more and more to writing after his eyesight began to fail. His first literary success came with the novel An Englishwoman's Love-letters (1900), published anonymously. He then turned to drama with Bethlehem (1902) and was to become best known and remembered as a playwright. His other dramatic works include Angels and Ministers (1921), Little Plays of St. Francis (1922) and Victoria Regina (1934) which was even staged on Broadway. Housman's play, Pains and Penalties, about Queen Caroline, was produced by Edith Craig and the Pioneer Players.
In his time he wrote 10 novels and 25 pieces of short fiction, including fairy tales, 54 plays, 13 volumes of verse and at least 23 pieces of non-Fiction.
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Leseprobe

The Field of Clover

By Laurence Housman

Engraved ByClemence Housman

Originally published byKegan Paul, Trench, Trübner & Co.[1898]

Resurrected By

Abela Publishing, London

[2021]

The Field of Clover

Typographical arrangement of this edition

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Contents

THE BOUND PRINCESS (in six parts)

I THE FIRE-EATERS

II THE GALLOPING PLOUGH

III THE THIRSTY WELL

IV THE PRINCESS MELILOT

V THE BURNING ROSE

VI THE CAMPHOR WORM

THE CROWN'S WARRANTY

THE WISHING-POT

THE FEEDING OF THE EMIGRANTS

THE PASSIONATE PUPPETS

BE KINDLY TO THE WEARY DROVER & PIPE THE SHEEP INTO THE CLOVER

Dedication

TO MY DEAR WOOD-ENGRAVER

Acknowledgements

Abela Publishing acknowledges the work Laurence Housman and Clemence Housmandid in compiling, engraving and publishingthis volume in a time before electronic media was in use.

10% of the profit from the sale of this volume will be donated to charity.Abela Publishing, 2021

The Bound Princess

I The Fire-Eaters

long time ago there lived a man who had the biggest head in the world. Into it he had crammed all the knowledge that might be gathered from the four corners of the earth. Every one said he was the wisest man living. "If I could only find a wife," said the sage, "as wise for a woman as I am for a man, what a race of head-pieces we could bring into the world!"

He waited many years before any such mate could be found for him: yet, at last, found she was—one into whose head was bestowed all the wisdom that might be gathered from the four quarters of heaven.

They were both old, but kings came from all sides to their wedding, and offered themselves as god-parents to the first-born of the new race that was to be. But, to the grief of his parents, the child, when he arrived, proved to be a simpleton; and no second child ever came to repair the mistake of the first.

That he was a simpleton was evident; his head was small and his limbs were large, and he could run long before he could talk or do arithmetic. In the bitterness of their hearts his father and mother named him Noodle, without the aid of any royal god-parents; and from that moment, for any care they took in his bringing-up, they washed their wise hands of him.

Noodle grew and prospered, and enjoyed life in his own foolish way. When his father and mother died within a short time of each other, they left him alone without any friend in the world.

For a good while Noodle lived on just what he could find in the house, in a hand-to-mouth sort of way, till at last only the furniture and the four bare walls were left to him.

One cold winter's night he sat brooding over the fire, wondering where he should get food for the morrow, when he heard feet coming up to the door, and a knock striking low down upon the panel. Outside there was a faint chirping and crackling sound, and a whispering as of fire licking against the woodwork without.

He opened the door and peered forth into the night. There, just before him, stood seven little men huddled up together; three feet high they were, with bright yellow faces all shrivelled and sharp, and eyes whose light leaped and sank like candle flame before a gust.

When they saw him, they shut their eyes and opened famished mouths at him, pointing inwards with flickering finger-tips, and shivering from head to foot with cold, although it seemed to the youth as if the warmth of a slow fire came from them. 'Alas!' said Noodle, in reply to these signs of hunger, 'I have not left even a crust of bread in the house to give you! But at least come in and make yourselves warm!' He touched the foremost, making signs for them all to enter. 'Ah,' he cried, 'what is this, and what are you, that the mere touch of you burns my finger?'