A Little Book of Profitable Tales

A Little Book of Profitable Tales

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+ indicate bolded text]
THE WRITINGS IN PROSE AND VERSE OF EUGENE FIELD
A LITTLE BOOK OF PROFITABLE TALES
NEW YORK 1901
By EUGENE FIELD.

TO MY SEVEREST CRITIC, MY MOST LOYAL ADMIRER, AND
MY ONLY DAUGHTER, MARY FRENCH FIELD, THIS LITTLE
BOOK OF PROFITABLE TALES IS AFFECTIONATELY
DEDICATED. E.F.

INTRODUCTION
I have never read a poem by Mr. Field without feeling personally
drawn to the author. Long after I had known him as a poet, I found that
he had written in prose little scraps or long essays, which had attracted
me in just the same way, when I had met with them in the newspapers,
although I had not known who the author was.
All that he writes indeed is quite free from the conventionalisms to
which authorship as a profession is sadly liable. Because he is free from
them, you read his poems or you read his prose, and are affected as if
you met him. If you were riding in a Pullman car with him, or if you
were talking with him at breakfast over your coffee, he would say just
such things in just this way. If he had any art, it was the art of
concealing art. But I do not think that he thought much of art. I do not
think that he cared much for what people say about criticism or style.
He wrote as he felt, or as he thought, without troubling himself much
about method. It is this simplicity, or what it is the fashion of the day to

call frankness, which gives a singular charm to his writing.
EDWARD E. HALE.
The Tales in this Little Book
THE FIRST CHRISTMAS TREE
THE SYMBOL AND THE SAINT
THE COMING OF THE PRINCE
THE MOUSE AND THE MOONBEAM
THE DIVELL'S CHRYSTMASS
THE MOUNTAIN AND THE SEA
THE ROBIN AND THE VIOLET
THE OAK-TREE AND THE IVY
MARGARET: A PEARL
THE SPRINGTIME
RODOLPH AND HIS KING
THE HAMPSHIRE HILLS
EZRA'S THANKSGIVIN' OUT WEST
LUDWIG AND ELOISE
FIDO'S LITTLE FRIEND
THE OLD MAN
BILL, THE LOKIL EDITOR
THE LITTLE YALLER BABY
THE CYCLOPEEDY
DOCK STEBBINS
THE FAIRIES OF PESTH

+THE FIRST CHRISTMAS TREE+

THE FIRST CHRISTMAS TREE
Once upon a time the forest was in a great commotion. Early in the
evening the wise old cedars had shaken their heads ominously and
predicted strange things. They had lived in the forest many, many years;
but never had they seen such marvellous sights as were to be seen now
in the sky, and upon the hills, and in the distant village.
"Pray tell us what you see," pleaded a little vine; "we who are not as
tall as you can behold none of these wonderful things. Describe them to
us, that we may enjoy them with you."
"I am filled with such amazement," said one of the cedars, "that I can

hardly speak. The whole sky seems to be aflame, and the stars appear to
be dancing among the clouds; angels walk down from heaven to the
earth, and enter the village or talk with the shepherds upon the hills."
The vine listened in mute astonishment. Such things never before had
happened. The vine trembled with excitement. Its nearest neighbor was
a tiny tree, so small it scarcely ever was noticed; yet it was a very
beautiful little tree, and the