| The Oriental Story Book: "A Collection of Old Tales" Contributor(s): Quackenbos, G. P. (Translator), Orr, J. W. (Illustrator), Hauff, Wilhelm (Author) |
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ISBN: 1523294809 ISBN-13: 9781523294800 Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform OUR PRICE: $9.49 Product Type: Paperback - Other Formats Published: January 2016 * Not available - Not in print at this time * |
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| BISAC Categories: - Juvenile Nonfiction | Antiques & Collectibles |
| Physical Information: 0.4" H x 5.51" W x 8.5" (0.50 lbs) 174 pages |
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| Publisher Description: * THE CARAVAN * THE HISTORY OF THE SPECTRE SHIP * THE STORY OF THE HEWN OFF HAND * FATIMA'A DELIVERANCE * THE LITTLE MUCK * THE FALSE PRINCE And Other Old Stories.. THE CARAVAN. INTRODUCTION. IN a beautiful distant kingdom, of which there is a saying, that the sun on its everlasting green gardens never goes down, ruled, from the beginning of time even to the present day, Queen Phantasie. With full hands, she used to distribute for many hundred years, the abundance of her blessings among her subjects, and was beloved and respected by all who knew her. The heart of the Queen, however, was too great to allow her to stop at her own land with her charities; she herself, in the royal attire of her everlasting youth and beauty, descended upon the earth; for she had heard that there men lived, who passed their lives in sorrowful seriousness, in the midst of care and toil. Unto these she had sent the finest gifts out of her kingdom, and ever since the beauteous Queen came through the fields of earth, men were merry at their labor, and happy in their seriousness. Her children, moreover, not less fair and lovely than their royal mother, she had sent forth to bring happiness to men. One day M rchen A], the eldest daughter of the Queen, came back in haste from the earth. The mother observed that M rchen was sorrowful; yes, at times it would seem to her as if her eyes would be consumed by weeping. "What is the matter with thee, beloved M rchen?" said the Queen to her. "Ever since thy journey, thou art so sorrowful and dejected; wilt thou not confide to thy mother what ails thee?" "Ah dear mother," answered M rchen, "I would have kept silence, had I not known that my sorrow is thine also." "Speak, my daughter " entreated the fair Queen. "Grief is a stone, which presses down him who bears it alone, but two draw it lightly out of the way." |