Excerpts from the Book 'A Little Book Of Profitable Tales':

... beautiful music. cried the little tree. I wonder whence it comes.. The angels are singing, said a cedar for none but angels could make ...
... gambolled about them by night the winds and the waves sang them to sleep and, strangely enough, the Star which before had led Norss into the East, ...
... she went to the cathedral. Many folk were there in their richest apparel, and the organ rolled out its grand music, and the people sang wondrous songs, ...
... morning and of the coming of the prince. But Barbara slept she did not hear the carol of the bird. Alas. sighed the vine, Barbara will not ...
... to the north. Hither the snow-king never came flowers bloomed all the year, and at all times the lambs found pleasant pasturage on the hillsides. ...
... and swung hither and thither like colored lanterns. The flowers of the hillside all awakened, and they, too, danced and sang. The angels, coming ...
... seen her, she was so far away. But still, as of old, the mountain stood with his majestic head high in the sky, and his face turned whither he had seen ...
... one, she said, to grow up to thy height, to live with thee among the clouds, and to hear the solemn voices thou didst hear. Thou wouldst have loved ...
... window and sing their prettiest songs. Margaret loved them all,-the sunlight, the singing winds, the grass, the carolling birds. She communed with them ...
... oyster was dead now and the bereaved perch with green fins must have known it, for he swam up and down his native cove disconsolately. It befell ...
... of the king yes, and the sparrows under the eaves, the thrush in the hedge, the doves in the elms, and the brook, too, all singing of the king ...
... must be gettin' home. When we take our skates off, our feet feel as if they were wood. Laura has lost her tippet I lend her mine, an' she kind o' blushes. ...
... an' everywhere else except on the shelves where Mother keeps the butter an' eggs an' other things that would freeze in the butt'ry upstairs. The apples ...
... big and comfortable, and their baskets are all ample and generous,-and see, there goes a bright gilt cage, and there is a plump yellow canary bird ...
... night before. They all loved each other,-the little boy, Fido, the old woodchuck, the redheaded woodpecker, the yellow-bird, and the flower,-yes, all ...
... shall some time come to me 'nd you. Leastwise the Old Man roused from his sleep 'nd opened up his big blue eyes. It wuzn't me he wanted to see. Mudder. ...
... to pay her back when he could: I'll do the same for you some time, marm, if I kin.. 1888. +THE CYCLOPEEDY+. THE CYCLOPEEDY. Havin' lived ...
... out on the front stoop lookin' wistfully up the road for that book-agent to come along with a cyclopeedy. He didn't want to die till he'd got all the ...
... saying its prayers before going to bed. The old poet came to the three lindens. This was a spot he loved, it was so far from the noise of the town. ...
... went on and on. [Illustration: Musical Notation]. Why may I not dance. asked a piping voice. Please, dear queen, may I not dance, too.. It ...