St Nicholas [serial] . ople aredoing, and feel their pulse a little. The good King went to every house, without for-getting a single one. He visited small and great,rich and poor. Oh, oh! Your Majesty. said all, the tartwas good, but may we never see it again ! Plagueon that tart! Better were dry bread. Your Maj-esty, for mercys sake, a little dry bread ! Oh, amorsel of dry bread, how good it would be ! No, indeed, replied the King. There ismore of that tart! The sufferers were in despair. There was Ione cry through all the town—Ow ! ow ! owfor even the strongest and most courageous welhorribl
St Nicholas [serial] . ople aredoing, and feel their pulse a little. The good King went to every house, without for-getting a single one. He visited small and great,rich and poor. Oh, oh! Your Majesty. said all, the tartwas good, but may we never see it again ! Plagueon that tart! Better were dry bread. Your Maj-esty, for mercys sake, a little dry bread ! Oh, amorsel of dry bread, how good it would be ! No, indeed, replied the King. There ismore of that tart! The sufferers were in despair. There was Ione cry through all the town—Ow ! ow ! owfor even the strongest and most courageous welhorrible agonies. They twisted, they writhed, Jlay down, they got up. Always the inexolcolic. The dogs were not happier than their |ters ; even the) had too much tart. The spiteful tart looked in at all the winclBuilt upon a height, it commanded the town,mere sight of it made everybody ill, and its fcjadmirers had nothing but curses for it , nothing they could say or do made il 76.] THE KINGDOM OF THE GREEDY. 117. OW I OW ! ialler; still formidable, it was a frightful joke for Dse miserable mortals. Most of them buried :ir heads in their pillows, drew their night-caps sr their eyes, and lay in bed all day, to shut out ; sight of it. But this would not do ; they knew, :y felt it was there. It was a nightmare, a hor- le burden, a torturing anxiety. [n the midst of this terrible consternation, the ng remained inexorable during eight days. His art bled for his people, but ! lesson must sink deep, it were to bear fruit in fu- e. When their pains were ?ed, little by little, through ting alone, and his subjects mounced these trembling rds, We are hungry! the ig sent them trays laden h—the inevitable tart. Ah! cried they, with an- sh, the tart again ! Always tart, and nothing but thev t! Better were death ! V few, who were almost fam-i id, shut their eyes, and tried1 eat a bit of the detested) d; but it was all in vainI hey could not swallow length came the happy
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