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LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD.

The moral of this little tale

You plainly all may see ;
If you would have it in a word, -

Don't keep bad company.

By your companions you 'll be judged ;

And very sure I am,
If wolves and foxes are your friends,

You won't be thought a lamb.

And let your actions and your words

Be always kind and good;
And pleasant love you 'll surely win,

Like little “Riding Hood."

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I

AM going to tell you a story about a very wonderful

thing that happened a long, long time ago. The thing is indeed so ivery wonderful that I dare say some of doubt at first if it really happened in just the manner I relate; but of one thing I can assure you—namely, that it is just as

I true as all other fairy tales, and a great deal more marvellous

you will

than many

But to commence :-Once upon a time there stood a quiet village, but a very pretty village, of neat little cottages, with gardens before them filled with flowers and vegetables, and beautiful corn-fields all round. In this quiet village there lived a good woman, who had a very pretty little daughter. The child had large dark eyes, and long hair falling in chestnut curls all over her neck. Her cheeks were as rosy as two ripe peaches, and her laugh was the merriest you would hear on a summer's day; and what was better than all this, was that this little girl was a kind, good child, with a gentle heart and obliging manners. She would do anything to give pleasure to others. You never heard a cross or an ill-tempered word

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from her mouth ; and as for teasing or ill-treating a dumb creature, Little Red Riding Hood never thought of such a thing. There, now I have told you her name—Little Red Riding Hood. It slipped out quite unawares; and the next thing I must do is to tell you how she got this name. You must know that every one who knew her liked her-good children are always liked ; but those who loved her most was her mother and an old, old lady, her grandmother. Old people are always ready to make pets of their grandchildren, and this little girl's grandmother, to show how much she loved her, gave her a beautiful little cloak of red cloth, with a hood to draw over her head, such as the ladies wore when they rode along the highway in their grand, fine coaches. The little girl looked very nice indeed when she wore this present, and when the neighbours saw her tripping along the village street, looking as bright as the sunshine itself

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Like as the damask rose you see,
Or like the blossom on the tree,
Or like the dainty flower in May,
Or like the morning of the day-

when the little maid came dancing along, as brisk as a bee

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with the scarlet cloth covering drawn over her pretty little head, they would say, “Here comes Little Red Riding Hood.”

But the poor old grandmother fell sick, and could not come out to see them as usual, but had to lie all alone in bed. And let me tell you it is a very dreary thing to be in bed alone and ill. So the mother, who had been making some nice cheesecales, said to Little Red Riding Hood, “I hear your grandmother is ill; so go, my child, and see how she does, and come back and tell me."

And presently her mother continued : “See, I want to send your grandmother a little present, and you shall be the messenger. We will find a basket, and put a clean cloth in it, and when you go to your grandmother to see how she is to-day, for she has been very ill, you shall

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