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straits  he  had  endured, as  it  made him feel  the full depth of
                          the  happiness that awaited him ;  and  the  larger swans  swam
                          round  him, and stroked him with their beaks*
                             Some- little  children  now came  into  the  garden, and  threw
                          bread  crumbs and com into the water;  and the  youngest cried,
                           “ There  U a new one !  ’ *   The  other children  were  delighted
                          too, and  repeated,  “ Yes, there  is  a  new one just come I”  and
                           they clapped  their hands, and capered about, and (ben  flew  to
                           their  father  and  mother, and  more bread  and  cake was flung
                          into the water, and they all said., “ The new one is the prettiest;
                           so young,  and so lovely!"  and  the elder  swans  bowed  before
                          him.  He then felt ijuite ashamed, and  hid his head under his
                          wings.  He did not himself  know  what  to  do;  ho  was more
                          than  liappy, yet  none  tbe  prouder, for  a  good  heart is  never
                          proud.  He  remembered  how he  had  been pursued  and made
                          sport  of,  and  he  now  heard  everybody say  he  was  the  most
                          beautiful  of  all  beautiful birds.   Even tbe elder bush bent its
                          taughs down to him in the water, and the sun appeared sowann,
                          and  so  mild;  he  then  flapped  bis  wings,  raised  his  slender
                          neck, as he cried in  the fulness of  his  heart : “ 1 never dreamt
                          of such happiness as this while  1 was an ugly duckling! ”





                                                 LITTLE  MAJA.

                                                         — *—
                             T here  once  lived  a  woman  who wished  for  a  very  little
                          child,  but she did  not  know where to find one;  so she went to
                          an  old witch,  and  said,  “ I  should  so like to have a little child,
                          can you tell me  what  1  should do to find one? '*  “ Oh !  that’s
                          easy  enough,"  said  the  witch,  ‘‘there  is  a  barley-corn,  it  is
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