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GRAHAM’S MAGAZINE. Vol. XL. March, 1852. No. 3.
Granny’s Fairy Story Spectral Illusions Campaigning Stories (continued) Law and Lawyers A Life of Vicissitudes (continued) Milton The Miser and His Daughter The Lost Deed (continued) Beauty’s Retreat Death The Philadelphia Art-Union Review of New Books Graham’s Small-Talk
Belle’s Eyes The Page Lines Written on St. Valentine’s Day “What do the Birds say?” Leora Dei Gratia, Rex Our Childhood I’ll Blame Thee Not Elpholen. A Fragment A Charm Life’s Voyage Bless The Homestead Law The Deserted The Babes of Exile Write Thou Upon Life’s Page Lines on a Vase of Flowers To a Friend in the Spirit Land Oh Share My Cottage Stars of the Summer Night
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[Illustration: A DACOTAH INDIAN COURTING. Drawn by S. Eastman U.S.A. and Engraved expressly for Graham’s Magazine by F. Humphry.]
Vol. XL. PHILADELPHIA, MARCH, 1852. No. 3.
[Illustration: An old woman leaning forward speaks to a child. “Once upon a time.”]
There was a young woman so kind and sweet-tempered that every person loved her. Among the rest, there was an old witch who lived near where she dwelt, and with whom she was a great favorite. One day this old witch told her she had a nice present to give her. “See,” she said, “here is a barley-corn, which, however, is by no means of the same sort as those which grow in the farmer’s field, or those we give to the fowls. Now you must plant this in a flower-pot, and then take care and see what happens.”
“Thank you a thousand times,” said the young woman. And, thereupon, she went straight home, and planted the barley-corn the witch had given her in a flower-pot. Immediately there grew out of it a large, handsome flower, but its leaves were all shut close as if they were buds.
“That is a most beautiful flower!” said the woman, while she bent down to kiss its red and yellow leaves; but scarcely had her lips pressed the flower, than it gave forth a loud sound and opened its cup. And now the woman was able to see that it was a regular tulip, and in the midst of the cup, down at the bottom, there sat a small and most lovely little maiden; her height was about one inch, and on that account the woman named her Ellise.