Aladdin and the Magic Lamp / Anonymous

Title: Aladdin and the Magic Lamp 

Author: Anonymous

Subjects: Folklore; Classic; Children; Fiction; Fantasy; Fairy Tale

There once lived a poor tailor, who had a son called Aladdin, a careless, idle boy who would do nothing but play all day long in the streets with little idle boys like himself. This so grieved the father that he died; yet, in spite of his mother's tears and prayers, Aladdin did not mend his ways.

The Ancient Banner ( Brief Sketches of Persons and Scenes in the Early History of Friends) / Anonymous

"THOU HAST GIVEN A BANNER TO THEM THAT FEARED THEE,

THAT IT MAY BE DISPLAYED BECAUSE OF THE TRUTH." - Psalm 60,--4.

In boundless mercy, the Redeemer left,

The bosom of his Father, and assumed

A servant's form, though he had reigned a king,

In realms of glory, ere the worlds were made,

Or the creating words, "Let there be light"

In heaven were uttered. But though veiled in flesh,

His Deity and his Omnipotence,

Were manifest in miracles.

Song of Roland / Anonymous

An Old French epic poem possibly written around the 11th century.

I Charles the King, our Lord and Sovereign, Full seven years hath sojourned in Spain, Conquered the land, and won the western main, Now no fortress against him doth remain, No city walls are left for him to gain, Save Sarraguce, that sits on high mountain. Marsile its King, who feareth not God's name, Mahumet's man, he invokes Apollin's aid, Nor wards off ills that shall to him attain. AOI. II King Marsilies he lay at Sarraguce, Went he his way into an orchard cool; There on a throne he sate, of marble blue, Round him his men, full twenty thousand, stood. Called he forth then his counts, also his dukes: "My Lords, give ear to our impending doom: That Emperour, Charles of France the Douce, Into this land is come, us to confuse. I have no host in battle him to prove, Nor have I strength his forces to undo.

King Winter / Anonymous

The sky is dull and grey,

Piercing and chill the blast,

Each step resounds on the frosty ground,

Winter is come at last.

* * * * *

Mamma sits by the fire

Her little ones round her knees.

"How cosy we are, Mamma," they cry,

"Tell us something, if you please."

The Legend of the Christmas Tree / Anonymous

Most children have seen a Christmas tree, and many know that the pretty and pleasant custom of hanging gifts on its boughs comes from Germany; but perhaps few have heard or read the story that is told to little German children, respecting the origin of this custom. The story is called "The Little Stranger," and runs thus:

In a small cottage on the borders of a forest lived a poor laborer, who gained a scanty living by cutting wood. He had a wife and two children who helped him in his work. The boy's name was Valentine, and the girl was called Mary. They were obedient, good children, and a great comfort to their parents.

The First Puritan Christmas Tree / Anonymous

Mrs. Olcott called her boys, and bade them go to the pine woods and get the finest, handsomest young hemlock tree that they could find.

"Get one that is straight and tall, with well-boughed branches on it, and put it where you can draw it under the wood-shed after dark," she added.

The boys went to Pine Hill, and there they picked out the finest young tree on all the hill, and said, "We will take this one." So, with their hatchets they hewed it down and brought it safely home the next night when all was dark. And when Roger was quietly sleeping in the adjoining room, they dragged the tree into the kitchen.

The Anti-Slavery Alphabet / Anonymous

TO OUR LITTLE READERS.

Listen, little children, all,

Listen to our earnest call:

You are very young, 'tis true,

But there's much that you can do.

Even you can plead with men

That they buy not slaves again,

And that those they have may be

Quickly set at liberty.

Eirik the Red's Saga / Anonymous

[Olaf, who was called Olaf the White, was styled a warrior king. He

was the son of King Ingjald, the son of Helgi, the son of Olaf, the

son of Gudred, the son of Halfdan Whiteleg, king of the Uplands (in

Norway). He led a harrying expedition of sea-rovers into the west, and

conquered Dublin, in Ireland, and Dublinshire, over which he made

himself king. He married Aud the Deep-minded, daughter of Ketil

Flatnose, son of Bjorn the Ungartered, a noble man from Norway. Their

son was named Thorstein the Red. Olaf fell in battle in Ireland, and

then Aud and Thorstein went into the Sudreyjar (the Hebrides).

Aladdin and the Magic Lamp / Anonymous

There once lived a poor tailor, who had a son called Aladdin, a careless, idle boy who would do nothing but play all day long in the streets with little idle boys like himself. This so grieved the father that he died; yet, in spite of his mother's tears and prayers, Aladdin did not mend his ways. One day, when he was playing in the streets as usual, a stranger asked him his age, and if he was not the son of Mustapha the tailor. "I am, sir," replied Aladdin; "but he died a long while ago." On this the stranger, who was a famous African magician, fell on his neck and kissed him saying: "I am your uncle, and knew you from your likeness to my brother.