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sers, or J  will  lay a  yard  measure  about  your ears ! ”  Then
                          ahe remarked  in  what  street  the  young  lord  had  been  born,
                          and told her complaint the  next  rooming  to the king, begging"
                          he would save her from her husband, who was nothing else but
                          a tailor.   Tbe  king comforted her, saying, li Leave the sleep­
                          ing  chamber  open  to-morrow  night*  and  ray  servants  shall
                          enter, bind  him, and bear  him  off to a ship, which shall cany
                          him away into the  wide world.*'  The bride was satisfied with
                          this, but the king’s squire, who bad heard all,  broke tbe whole
                          plot to  him,  u 1 will shut a bolt on the aifair,” said the tailor*
                          and  in  the evening be laid himself in his usual place In his bed;
                          and  when  his wife  thought  he  was  asleep,  she  got  up,  and
                          opening the door,  laid  herself down again.  The tailor, feigning
                          to be  asleep,  began  to  call  out, in  a  loud voice*  ■' Boy, make
                          me a waisfcoat  and  patch  these  trowsers, or I will  lay a yard
                          measure about your cars!       Seven  have  I  slain  at  one  blow,
                          two giants have  I killed* an unicorn have  I  led away, and wild
                          boars  have  I caught;  and shall  1  fear those who stand  outside
                          the chamber ! "  As soon  as  thty heard  the tailor deliver this
                          speech, a  great  fear  overcame  them, and  they ran  away as if
                          “ the  wild  huntsmen'* were behind  them;  nor  dare  any  one
                          again  oppose  him.  So  the  tailor  became  king,  and  so  he
                          remained, all  the rest of his lifetime.






                                          THE  CHARMED  FAWN,



                             A  rtTTTiE boy took  hia  sister  by  the  hand, saying,    Since
                         our mother's  death, we  have not  had  one  happy  hour.  Ottr
                         step-mother beats U3 every day, and  if  we  come near  her, aht
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