The Little Robber Girl
The Boy Who Cried Wolf
AMERICAN INDIAN STORIES
Animal Sketches And Stories
Blondine Bonne Biche and Beau Minon
BRER RABBIT and HIS NEIGHBORS
CHINESE MOTHER-GOOSE RHYMES
FABLES FOR CHILDREN
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FATHER PLAYS AND MOTHER PLAYS
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For Classes Ii. And Iii.
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For Kindergarten And Class I.
FUN FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK
Good Little Henry
JAPANESE AND OTHER ORIENTAL TALES]
Jean De La Fontaine
King Alexander's Adventures
KINGS AND WARRIORS
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MOTHER GOOSE CONTINUED
MOTHER GOOSE JINGLES
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Myths And Legends
NEGLECT THE FIRE
ON POPULAR EDUCATION
PLACES AND FAMILIES
Poems Of Nature
RESURRECTION DAY (EASTER)
RHYMES CONCERNING "MOTHER"
RIDING SONGS for FATHER'S KNEE
ROMANCES OF THE MIDDLE AGES
SAINT VALENTINE'S DAY
Selections From The Bible
SLEEPY-TIME SONGS AND STORIES
Some Children's Poets
Songs Of Life
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The King Of The Golden River; Or, The Black Brothers
The Little Grey Mouse
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The Princess Rosette
THE THREE HERMITS
THE TWO OLD MEN
UNCLES AND AUNTS AND OTHER RELATIVES
VERSES ABOUT FAIRIES
WHAT MEN LIVE BY
WHERE LOVE IS, THERE GOD IS ALSO
The Stranger Child
from Good Stories For Great Holidays
- CHRISTMAS DAY
BY COUNT FRANZ POCCI (TRANSLATED)
There once lived a laborer who earned his daily bread by cutting wood.
His wife and two children, a boy and girl, helped him with his work. The
boy's name was Valentine, and the girl's, Marie. They were obedient and
pious and the joy and comfort of their poor parents.
One winter evening, this good family gathered about the table to eat
their small loaf of bread, while the father read aloud from the Bible.
Just as they sat down there came a knock on the window, and a sweet
"O let me in! I am a little child, and I have nothing to eat, and no
place to sleep in. I am so cold and hungry! Please, good people, let me
Valentine and Marie sprang from the table and ran to open the door,
"Come in, poor child, we have but very little ourselves, not much more
than thou hast, but what we have we will share with thee."
The stranger Child entered, and going to the fire began to warm his cold
The children gave him a portion of their bread, and said:--
"Thou must be very tired; come, lie down in our bed, and we will sleep
on the bench here before the fire."
Then answered the stranger Child: "May God in Heaven reward you for your
They led the little guest to their small room, laid him in their bed,
and covered him closely, thinking to themselves:--
"Oh! how much we have to be thankful for! We have our nice warm room and
comfortable bed, while this Child has nothing but the sky for a roof,
and the earth for a couch."
When the parents went to their bed, Valentine and Marie lay down on the
bench before the fire, and said one to the other:--
"The stranger Child is happy now, because he is so warm! Good-night!"
Then they fell asleep.
They had not slept many hours, when little Marie awoke, and touching her
brother lightly, whispered:--
"Valentine, Valentine, wake up! wake up! Listen to the beautiful music
at the window."
Valentine rubbed his eyes and listened. He heard the most wonderful
singing and the sweet notes of many harps.
Thee we greet,
With sound of harp
And singing sweet.
"Sleep in peace,
Child so bright,
We have watched thee
All the night.
"Blest the home
That holdeth Thee,
Peace, and love,
Its guardians be."
The children listened to the beautiful singing, and it seemed to fill
them with unspeakable happiness. Then creeping to the window they looked
They saw a rosy light in the east, and, before the house in the snow,
stood a number of little children holding golden harps and lutes in
their hands, and dressed in sparkling, silver robes.
Full of wonder at this sight, Valentine and Marie continued to gaze out
at the window, when they heard a sound behind them, and turning saw the
stranger Child standing near. He was clad in a golden garment, and wore
a glistening, golden crown upon his soft hair. Sweetly he spoke to the
"I am the Christ Child, who wanders about the world seeking to bring
joy and good things to loving children. Because you have lodged me this
night I will leave with you my blessing."
As the Christ Child spoke He stepped from the door, and breaking off
a bough from a fir tree that grew near, planted it in the ground,
"This bough shall grow into a tree, and every year it shall bear
Christmas fruit for you."
Having said this He vanished from their sight, together with the
silver-clad, singing children--the angels.
And, as Valentine and Marie looked on in wonder, the fir bough grew, and
grew, and grew, into a stately Christmas Tree laden with golden apples,
silver nuts, and lovely toys. And after that, every year at Christmas
time, the Tree bore the same wonderful fruit.
And you, dear boys and girls, when you gather around your richly
decorated trees, think of the two poor children who shared their bread
with a stranger child, and be thankful.
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