“_Good luck befriend thee, son; for, at thy birth, The FAIRY LADIES danced upon the hearth; The drowsy nurse hath sworn she did them spy Come tripping to the room, where thou didst lie, And sweetly singing round about thy bed Strew all their blessings on thy sleeping head!_” Let a child open the covers of this book, and straightway he is in that land of all delights--Fairy Realm. Here Fairy Godmothers reward good children, and punish bad ones; here red-capped Little Men yield up their treasures of gold and magic gifts, while Pixies drop silver pennies in water-pails, and merry Spriggans and Fays hold nightly revels in the moonlight. Here, too, a child may dance in Fairy Rings, or hie away t…
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