Identifier: stnicholasserial31dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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BEDTIME IN FAIRYLAND. THE BARON AND THE ELVES. By Palmer Cox. There was a great and grand estate In lands beyond the seas,With hedges green, and lawns between, And rare old spreading trees. The fawn and hare in safety thereCould browse upon the hill, Or seek their lair in dingle fairBeside the purling rill. And once a year the elves would here Assemble on the green,With hearts elate to celebrate The birthday of their queen. By every way at close of day,To reach the lovely grounds, They tripped along with shout and song,To dance their merry rounds. For years the baron and his brideHad blessed the little elves, And rightly thought their comingbroughtGood fortune to themselves. But when the couple side by sideWere laid beneath the yew, To other hands went house andlands,As fortunes often do. The next of kin now stepping in To titles and estateRegarded with a like contempt A small sprites love and hate.
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1 AND ONCE A YEAR THE ELVES WOULD HERE ASSEMBLE ON THE GREEN. 924 THE BARON AND THE ELVES. 925 And when he held possession clear,This solemn oath he swore : As Im a peer, the elf bands hereShall congregate no more. My place shall be from goblins free;With no consent of mine,Shall they convene upon the greenTo tramp the clover fine. But when the birthday of the queen Was ushered in by June,When stars were bright and daisieswhite, And everything in tune, Through woody lane and grassy plain,As fast as they could pour, The little men ran there again,As oft they d run before. The old and spare, the young and fair, In spirit all combined;For it was right on such a night That none should stay behind. But soon as they began their play, The baron heard the rout,And lifting up the sash he thrust His anxious visage out. Oh, ho! cried he, the rogues, I see,Are mustering on the lawn,To revel there in open airUntil the early dawn. Now by the coronet I wear —A masterpiece of art—And by the honor

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