Stories from Hans Andersen

from Hans Andersen, by Hans
Christian Anderson

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Title: Stories from Hans Andersen
Author: Hans Christian Anderson
Illustrator: Edmund Dulac
Release Date: February 26, 2006 [EBook #17860]
Language: English
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STORIES FROM HANS ANDERSEN
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY EDMUND DULAC
HODDER & STOUGHTON LIMITED LONDON

ILLUSTRATIONS
THE SNOW QUEEN PAGE One day he was in a high state of delight
because he had invented a mirror 5
Many a winter's night she flies through the streets 11
Then an old, old woman came out of the house 23
She has read all the newspapers in the world, and forgotten them again,
so clever is she 37
'It is gold, it is gold!' they cried 51
Kissed her on the mouth, while big shining tears trickled down its face
63
The Snow Queen sat in the very middle of it when she sat at home 71
THE NIGHTINGALE
Even the poor fisherman ... lay still to listen to it 81
'Is it possible?' said the gentleman-in-waiting. 'I should never have
thought it was like that' 89
Took some water into their mouths to try and make the same
gurgling, ... thinking so to equal the nightingale 95
The music-master wrote five-and-twenty volumes about the artificial

bird 101
Even Death himself listened to the song 109
THE REAL PRINCESS
'I have hardly closed my eyes the whole night! Heaven knows what was
in the bed. I seemed to be lying upon some hard thing, and my whole
body is black and blue this morning. It is terrible!' Frontispiece
THE GARDEN OF PARADISE
His grandmother had told him ... that every flower in the Garden of
Paradise was a delicious cake 117
The Eastwind flew more swiftly still 131
The Fairy of the Garden now advanced to meet them 139
The Fairy dropped her shimmering garment, drew back the branches,
and a moment after was hidden within their depths 147
THE MERMAID
The Merman King had been for many years a widower 155
He must have died if the little mermaid had not come to the rescue 169
At the mere sight of the bright liquid 183
The prince asked who she was and how she came there 189
Dashed overboard and fell, her body dissolving into foam 199
THE EMPEROR'S NEW CLOTHES
The poor old minister stared as hard as he could, but he could not see
anything 209

Then the Emperor walked along in the procession under the gorgeous
canopy, and everybody in the streets and at the windows exclaimed,
'How beautiful the Emperor's new clothes are!' 215
THE WIND'S TALE
She played upon the ringing lute, and sang to its tones 225
She was always picking flowers and herbs 233
He lifted it with a trembling hand and shouted with a trembling voice:
'Gold! gold!' 241
Waldemar Daa hid it in his bosom, took his staff in his hand, and, with
his three daughters, the once wealthy gentleman walked out of Borreby
Hall for the last time 247

THE SNOW QUEEN
A TALE IN SEVEN STORIES
FIRST STORY
WHICH DEALS WITH A MIRROR AND ITS FRAGMENTS
[Illustration: One day he was in a high state of delight because he had
invented a mirror with this peculiarity, that every good and pretty thing
reflected in it shrank away to almost nothing.]
Now we are about to begin, and you must attend; and when we get to
the end of the story, you will know more than you do now about a very
wicked hobgoblin. He was one of the worst kind; in fact he was a real
demon. One day he was in a high state of delight because he had
invented a mirror with this peculiarity, that every good and pretty thing
reflected in it shrank away to almost nothing. On the other hand, every
bad and good-for-nothing thing stood out and looked its worst. The
most beautiful landscapes reflected in it looked like boiled spinach, and

the best people became hideous, or else they were upside down and had
no bodies. Their faces were distorted beyond recognition, and if they
had even one freckle it appeared to spread all over the nose and mouth.
The demon thought this immensely amusing. If a good thought passed
through any one's mind, it turned to a grin in the