Puss in boots, and the Marquis of Carabas | ||
PUSS IN BOOTS.
Once upon a time there was a miller who had three sons, and when he died he divided what he possessed among them in the following manner:—He gave his mill to the eldest, his ass to the second, and his Cat to the youngest. Each of the brothers accordingly took what belonged to him, without the help of an attorney, who would soon have brought their little fortune to nothing, in law expenses. The poor young fellow who had nothing but the Cat, complained that he was hardly used: “My brothers,” said he, “by joining their stocks together, may do well in the world; but for me, when I have eaten my Cat, and made a fur cap of his skin, I may soon die of hunger!” The Cat, who all this time sat listening just inside the door of a cupboard, now ventured to come out
When the Cat had obtained what he asked for, he began gaily to equip himself: he drew on his boots; and, putting the bag about his neck, he took hold of the strings with his fore paws, and bidding his master take courage, immediately sallied forth. The first attempt Puss made was to go into a warren, in which there was a great number of rabbits. He put some bran and some parsley into his bag; and then, stretching himself out at
One day, the Cat having heard that the king intended to take a ride that morning by the river's side with his daughter, who was the most beautiful princess in the world, he said to his master: “If you will but follow my advice, your fortune is made. Take off your clothes, and bathe yourself in the river, just in the place I shall show you, and leave the rest to me.” The Marquis of Carabas did exactly as he was desired, without being able to guess at what the Cat intended. While he was bathing the king passed by, and Puss directly called out as loud as he could bawl: “Help! help! My lord Marquis of Carabas is in danger of being drowned!” The king hearing the cries, put his head out at the window of his carriage to see what was the matter; when, perceiving the very Cat who had brought him so many presents, he
The king insisted on his getting into the carriage, and taking a ride with them. The Cat, enchanted to see how
Some minutes after, the Cat perceiving that the Magician had quitted the form of an elephant, ventured to come down from the tiles, and owned that he had been a good deal frightened. “I have been further informed,” continued the Cat, “but I know not how to believe it, that you have the power of taking the form of the smallest animals also; for example, of changing yourself to a rat or a mouse: I confess I should think this impossible.”— “Impossible! you shall see;” and at the same instant he changed himself into a mouse, and began to frisk about the room. The Cat no sooner cast his eyes upon the Magician in this form, than he sprang upon him and devoured him in an instant. In the mean time the king, admiring as he came near it, the magnificent castle of the Magician, ordered his attendants to drive up to the
The marquis gave his hand to the young princess as she alighted and followed the king, who went before; they entered a spacious hall, where they found a splendid collation which the Magician had prepared for some friends he had that day expected to visit him; but who, hearing that the king with the princess and a great gentleman of the court were within, had not dared to enter. The king was so much charmed with the amiable qualities and noble fortune of the Marquis of Carabas, and the young princess too had fallen so violently in love with
PLATE I.—FRONTISPIECE.
Puss, like the heroes of the human race,Claims on our title-page the foremost place;
And trusts his portrait may his readers win,
For more particulars to look within.
PLATE II.
And he left his three sons all the wealth he could save—
The mill and the ass, and the great gray cat;
John and Jacob took these, and poor Will took that.
While his brother, the eldest, was grinding his corn;
And within was young William, as sad as could be;
“For what can I do with a pussy?” said he.
Looking full in his face, with his knowing, green eyes;
And thus, in an accent uncommonly shrill,
He warmly replied to our wondering Will:
Among all the élite, without boots to my feet;
Just order a pair, and I'll soon let you see,
If Johnny and Jacob are richer than we.”
A mixture of cunning, of wisdom, and truth;
But ere Will, in amaze, could an answer begin,
A shoe-maker passed, so he bade him come in.
PLATE III.
John muttered “ridiculous!”—Jacob cried “fudge!”
But Will, with a smile at this joke of the brute's,
Said, “Measure our friend for a stout pair of boots.”
While he cried, with a scarcely perceptible shirk
Of his head, where his patron laid one of his paws,
“If you please, my young customer, draw in your claws!”
Then turned to his master, who silently heard,
“Good William, I love you; for, gentle and bland,
Full many a favor I owe to your hand.
And you try not to stroke the wrong way of the fur,
You let me sleep all undisturbed in the sun,
And never have teazed as your brothers have done.”
I look for more liberal judgment from you;
They hate us because we will ever be free,
But I'll show you how grateful a pussy can be.”
It is thus he has earned him his station and name;
While we've claws, while we've teeth, for our nine lives to fight,
We fawn not, we yield not, we stand to our right!”
The powers that tyranny never shall know;
Your love has unsealed e'en my voice from its band,
Confide in your cat, and his talents command!”
While the loftiest sentiment shone in his face;
And touched with the eloquent speech of his friend,
Will took it, and promised to trust to the end.
PLATE IV.
Who praised the nice fit and desired to be paid;
Alas! his last shilling, Will sadly drew out,
While Jacob and John made a terrible rout;—
Who will take to his heels, with your present to boot?”
“Nay, look!” exclaimed William, “and read with surprise,
The indignant denial in Pussy's green eyes!”
Took a stick in his paw, o'er his shoulder a sack,
And on his hind legs, like a man, to the door
He stepped, turned and bowed, and they saw him no more.
PLATE V.
In a fit of despondency truly sublime;
It was not that over his realm of delight,
War, famine, or pestilence stole with their blight;
Oh, no! it was something more terrible still;
My reader will scarcely his anguish disdain,
When I tell him he could not—a partridge obtain!
But the creatures had grown so remarkably shy,
Not a sportsman could boast one from near or from far,
Though true in his aim, as the steel to the star.
Lest the birds at their noise should be frightened and fly;
Then opened his sack—held it fast by a string,
And behind a thick hedge, he lay ready to spring.
One after another hopped into the net;
Then Puss drew the string up, and whipping the sack,
Birds and all, o'er his arm, to the palace went back.
“I've not had a dinner these six weeks,” said he;
The Parliament sat, but no favor could win,
When a gay lord in waiting came hastily in:
With his tail, and his whiskers, his fur, and all that,
Stands without, with a present of partridges, Sire,
Which he brought, as he says, by his master's desire.”
“What are kingdoms to me when a partridge is nigh?
What ho! let him enter!—this game-keeper rare!”
Pussy came, bowing low, 'mid the general stare.
Should tempt him, he emptied his bag with these words:
“The Marquis of Carabas bids me entreat
To lay his poor gift at your majesty's feet.”
Why comes not to court this fair marquis of mine?
Now hasten, Sir Walter, and bid, do you see?
The Chancellor of the Exchequer come hither to me!”
With what gold the game-keeper can bear on his back.”
(You can see in the picture the Chancellor gray,
And the members of Parliament stalking away.)
PLATE VI.
And proudly brave was William Grey;
The village girls, that tripped along
The fragrant field at harvest tide,
Would pause amid their peasant song,
And blushing archly, glance aside,
When William's rich and mellow tone
Gave joyous echo to their own.
His chesnut curls and dark blue eyes,
His winning smile and manly form,
In many a soul more fond than wise,
Unwitting roused Love's summer storm;
But fancy free, and light of heart,
With gay disdain he shunned the dart.
“My kindly brothers bid me share
The profits of the ass and mill;
But no! I'll fortune seek elsewhere!”
Just then our roguish puss appeared,
Winking his eyes, so wise and weird,
And on the table gravely told,
Piece after piece, the glittering gold.
“'Twas fairly earned!” the puss replied,
“You stare! distrust's an odious thing;
Go, if you doubt me, ask the king!”
Will kindly drew him to his side;
Again he vowed to trust him still,
Received the gold, nor dreamed of ill.
His favorite birds to please the king;
You see him by the kitchen grate,
He stands in dignity and state;
Who swept whole nations from his track,
And, little caring for their grief,
Stood with his hands behind his back.
Yet puss, instead of killing men,
The terror only was of rats,
And lives, recorded by our pen,
The great Napoleon of cats.
The cookmaid plucks the birds he brought,
While two of them the fool has caught;
The coachman enters, calls for beer,
And cries, “The king's a bore, my dear!
I have some business of my own
That calls me urgently to town,
And yet he orders me to take
Him and the princess to the lake!”
He found his master blythe as May,
And begged him, strange as it might seem,
To come and bathe within the stream.
To please his friend his sole intent.
PLATE VII.
The water tempts the willing youth;
He springs to meet it—puss receives,
And hides the clothes his master leaves;
Then, as his majesty drives by,
The cat sets up a doleful cry,
And wrings his hands—I mean his paws—
“Stop!” cries the king, “I'll know the cause!”
His little favorite to his side:
“What mean,” he asked, “these fearful squalls?”
When thus demurely puss replied:
My master bathes, his splendid clothes
Some wandering thief has dared to take,
And he must stay there, I suppose!
He'll catch his death of cold!”—“No, no!
Haste—to the royal wardrobe go!
Bring thence a suit!”—As thus he said,
The king caressed his favorite's head.
Between the waving branches gazed,
And saw a vision of delight,
“That soon became a part of sight.”
Within the coach a graceful girl,
With hair of gold and teeth of pearl,
Sat blooming like a rose-bud rare,
That blesses all the balmy air;
The loving heaven had lent her eyes
The hue of its own summer skies;
And on her cheek, by mischief sent,
A sportive dimple came and went.
Will donned it with abstracted thought,
Followed the king, as he was bid.
'Twas but a moment—“What!” cried he,
“Since fate, the king, and puss agree,
To make a noble lord of me,
Shall I deny the royal sway?
The king can do no wrong, they say,
I'll take his word for 't, come what may!”
Then with a gay, but courteous grace,
He to the monarch bowed assent,
Before the princess took his place,
And off like light the coursers went.
PLATE VIII.
Where hundreds of wondering woodcutters stood;
“To whom does this forest belong?” said the cat.—
“To the awful magician.”—“No matter for that;
Now mark! if his majesty, when he comes by,
Should ask, you must say, or ere sunrise you die,
To the Marquis of Carabas.”—“Yes,” said the men,
And away galloped puss, with a chuckle again.
Like the woodmen stood trembling, and sheepishly gazed
On the small hairy man of such marvellous size,
With his tail and his claws, and his boots and his eyes.
For they knew that he took a new shape every day.
“To whom does this wheat-field belong?” said the cat.—
“To the fearful magician.”—“Ah, ha! say you that?
If you have no particular fancy to be,
This moment, cut up into mince meat for me,
Be sure, when the king comes this way, to explain,
That this is the Marquis of Carabas' grain.”
And the frightened child wondering, paused from its play;
And the maiden peeped out from the golden-hued sheaves,
With her timid, dark eyes, like a bird through the leaves;
While William, who heard, “sotto voce,” exclaimed,
Half laughing, half angry, both proud and ashamed:
“So faithful in friendship, so quick at a ruse,
There never was servant like my little puss!”
PLATE IX.
The great magician sat withinA chamber filled with fearful sights;
O'er many a scull with ghastly grin,
Played fitfully the strange blue lights;
Misshapen monsters lined the wall,
A toad upon his chair did crawl,
And many a dark and mystic scrawl
Was scattered round the room;
Puss trembled by the half-shut door,
Scarce seen amid the gloom,
Then entered, bowing to the floor,
And said, “A man of science, sir,
At learning's shrine a worshipper,
Attracted by your wondrous fame.”
Like all the world, by praise beguiled,
The great magician bowed and smiled.
PLATE X.
“With ease you take this shape or that;
Now, though at times, even I have dared
To dabble in the magic art,
Though witches have my converse shared,
And I've defied Death's frequent dart,
I own such wonders seem to me,
Beyond the power of glamourie.”
A monstrous elephant! He cowered
In terror back, but said politely,
“Sir, if you please, resume your form,
I understand the case now rightly,
You're rather close, the room is warm!”
The man of magic by the cat.
But there is still a stranger spell,
By which an artist, whom I knew,
Could take the smallest shapes—can you?”
And ere the question bold was said,
A mouse leaped lightly o'er his head!
O'er books and bones the enchanter stole;
He strove the spell-word to recall,
That would his spirit disenthrall;
In vain; for in that fatal strife,
Fear, rage, revenge so wildly raved,
They stifled memory's voice; and life
Was lost, that but a word had saved;
Just as it burned before his vision,
Puss caught, and eat, the great magician!
PLATE XI.
On glowing glass and fretted stone;
The lofty gateway swiftly passed,
The prancing horses paused at last.
But see! within their fiery eyes
What wild, unearthly fears arise?
Why start they thus with nostrils wide?
What spectre have the steeds espied?
From out the gleaming casement, lo!
A troop of startled demons go,
Who'd met at the magician's call,
To revel in his banquet hall!
Had somewhat dimmed the mental ray,
Struck by the princely pomp and pride
Around, was blind to all beside.
The cat comes forth to meet the train:
“And will you, sire, thus kindly deign
My lord, the marquis—supper waits!”
He gives his paw with easy grace,
And leads the princess to her place,
While William droops, abashed and shy,
And chides him with his speaking eye.
The sparkling wine is freely poured;
Will quaffs a bumper, leaves his seat,
And throws him at the monarch's feet!
His cap is doffed—his rich brown hair
Curls round a brow of beauty rare;
His dark eyes droop, his face is pale,
Whilst to the king he tells his tale—
Could bid him tremble or rejoice,
The maiden kneels beside him there,
And to his story adds her prayer;
In vain the king would steel his heart,
While thus she pleads with childish art:
Think of his sad, his lonely lot!
Remember, too, that this good youth
Hath told you but the simple truth;
Look on his young and guileless brow,
And if you spurn him hear me vow:
Where'er he goes his fate I share,
Through danger, suffering, guilt, despair!”
Moved by her words the king relents,
Forgives poor William, and consents.
PLATE XII.
Now the abbey gate they gain,
In the light the lances gleam,
And the royal banners stream;
Sound the trumpets as they go,
Through the portal winding slow!
See in robes young William there,
Gracing all the pageant rare!
By his side his lady-bride
Meets his gaze with love and pride.
There the symbols of his might,
Sceptre, sword, and taper bright;
While the cross is borne behind,
Token of a pious mind;
And to close the train they bring,
In his chair, the stout old king.
That might become an emperor?
Observe how gracefully he greets
The crowd that throng the busy streets!
Whilst ribbon gay and jewelled star
Proclaim his lofty rank afar.
First unto this one, then the other;
And turns from William and his spouse,
To smile on Jacob and his brother.
The people tell how puss's aid
The fortune of his master made;
And gladly hear the king's decree,
That puss prime-minister should be.
So all were pleased except poor Tray,
Who chanced to come in puss's way;
And as our little reader knows
That cat and dog are always foes,
Puss issued straightway his command,
That every dog should leave the land.
And pleasing pictures, we have told
That wondrous tale of former times,
Our grandsires loved to hear of old.
Like many another curious story,
By Mother Goose or Mother Morey,
There is a useful moral to it,
Which runs, a thread of silver, through it;
'Tis very wise and very good,
And I would tell it—if I could.
I hardly think the tale is true,
My pretty little dears, do you?
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