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“The　ruby　has　fallen　out　of　his　sword，　his　eyes　are　gone，　and　he　is　golden　no　longer，”　said　the　Mayor，　“in　fact　he　is　litttle　beter　than　a　beggar！”

“Little　better　than　a　beggar，”　said　the　Town　Councillors。

“And　here　is　actually　a　dead　bird　at　his　feet！”　continued　the　Mayor。　“We　must　really　issue　a　proclamation　that　birds　are　not　to　be　allowed　to　die　here。”　And　the　Town　Clerk　made　a　note　of　the　suggestion。

So　they　pulled　down　the　statue　of　the　Happy　Prince。　“As　he　is　no　longer　beautiful　he　is　no　longer　useful，”　said　the　Art　Professor　at　the　University。

Then　they　melted　the　statue　in　a　furnace，　and　the　Mayor　held　a　meeting　of　the　Corporation　to　decide　what　was　to　be　done　with　the　metal。　“We　must　have　another　statue，　of　course，”　he　said，　“and　it　shall　be　a　statue　of　myself。”

“Of　myself，”　said　each　of　the　Town　Councillors，　and　they　quarrelled。　When　I　last　heard　of　them　they　were　quarrelling　still。

“What　a　strange　thing！”　said　the　overseer　of　the　workmen　at　the　foundry。　“This　broken　lead　heart　will　not　melt　in　the　furnace。　We　must　throw　it　away。”　So　they　threw　it　on　a　dust…heap　where　the　dead　Swallow　was　also　lying。

“Bring　me　the　two　most　precious　things　in　the　city，”　said　God　to　one　of　His　Angels；　and　the　Angel　brought　Him　the　leaden　heart　and　the　dead　bird。

“You　have　rightly　chosen，”　said　God，　“for　in　my　garden　of　Paradise　this　little　bird　shall　sing　for　evermore，　and　in　my　city　of　gold　the　Happy　Prince　shall　praise　me。”

★、The　Selfish　Giant

Every　afternoon，　as　they　were　ing　from　school，　the　children　used　to　go　and　play　in　the　Giant’s　garden。

It　was　a　large　lovely　garden，　with　soft　green　grass。　Here　and　there　over　the　grass　stood　beautiful　flowers　like　stars，　and　there　were　twelve　peach…trees　that　in　the　spring…time　broke　out　into　delicate　blossoms　of　pink　and　pearl，　and　in　the　autumn　bore　rich　fruit。　The　birds　sat　on　the　trees　and　sang　so　sweetly　that　the　children　used　to　stop　their　games　in　order　to　listen　to　them。　“How　happy　we　are　here！”　they　cried　to　each　other。

One　day　the　Giant　came　back。　He　had　been　to　visit　his　friend　the　Cornish　ogre，　and　had　stayed　with　him　for　seven　years。　After　the　seven　years　were　over　he　had　said　all　that　he　had　to　say，　for　his　conversation　was　limited，　and　he　determined　to　return　to　his　own　castle。　When　he　arrived　he　saw　the　children　playing　in　the　garden。

“What　are　you　doing　here？”　he　cried　in　a　very　gruff　voice，　and　the　children　ran　away。

“My　own　garden　is　my　own　garden，”　said　the　Giant；　“any　one　can　understand　that，　and　I　will　allow　nobody　to　play　in　it　but　myself。”　So　he　built　a　high　wall　all　round　it，　and　put　up　a　notice…board。

TRESPASSERS　WILL　BE　PROSECUTEDHe　was　a　very　selfish　Giant。

The　poor　children　had　now　nowhere　to　play。　They　tried　to　play　on　the　road，　but　the　road　was　very　dusty　and　full　of　hard　stones，　and　they　did　not　like　it。　They　used　to　wander　round　the　high　wall　when　their　lessons　were　over，　and　talk　about　the　beautiful　garden　inside。　“How　happy　we　were　there，”　they　said　to　each　other。

Then　the　Spring　came，　and　all　over　the　country　there　were　little　blossoms　and　little　birds。　Only　in　the　garden　of　the　Selfish　Giant　it　was　still　winter。　The　birds　did　not　care　to　sing　in　it　as　there　were　no　children，　and　the　trees　forgot　to　blossom。　Once　a　beautiful　flower　put　its　head　out　from　the　grass，　but　when　it　saw　the　notice…board　it　was　so　sorry　for　the　children　that　it　slipped　back　into　the　ground　again，　and　went　off　to　sleep。　The　only　people　who　were　pleased　were　the　Snow　and　the　Frost。　“Spring　has　forgotten　this　garden，”　they　cried，　“so　we　will　live　here　all　the　year　round。”　The　Snow　covered　up　the　grass　with　her　great　white　cloak，　and　the　Frost　painted　all　the　trees　silver。　Then　they　invited　the　North　Wind　to　stay　with　them，　and　he　came。　He　was　wrapped　in　furs，　and　he　roared　all　day　about　the　garden，　and　blew　the　chimney…pots　down。　“This　is　a　delightful　spot，”　he　said，　“we　must　ask　the　Hail　on　a　visit。”　So　the　Hail　came。　Every　day　for　three　hours　he　rattled　on　the　roof　of　the　castle　till　he　broke　most　of　the　slates，　and　then　he　ran　round　and　round　the　garden　as　fast　as　he　could　go。　He　was　dressed　in　grey，　and　his　breath　was　like　ice。

“I　cannot　understand　why　the　Spring　is　so　late　in　ing，”　said　the　Selfish　Giant，　as　he　sat　at　the　window　and　looked　out　at　his　cold　white　garden；　“I　hope　there　will　be　a　change　in　the　weather。”

But　the　Spring　never　came，　nor　the　Summer。　The　Autumn　gave　golden　fruit　to　every　garden，　but　to　the　Giant’s　garden　she　gave　none。　“He　is　too　selfish，”　she　said。　So　it　was　always　Winter　there，　and　the　North　Wind，　and　the　Hail，　and　the　Frost，　and　the　Snow　danced　about　through　the　trees。

One　morning　the　Giant　was　lying　awake　in　bed　when　he　heard　some　lovely　music。　It　sounded　so　sweet　to　his　ears　that　he　thought　it　must　be　the　King’s　musicians　passing　by。　It　was　really　only　a　little　lin　singing　outside　his　window，　but　it　was　so　long　since　he　had　heard　a　bird　sing　in　his　garden　that　it　seemed　to　him　to　be　the　most　beautiful　music　in　the　world。　Then　the　Hail　stopped　dancing　over　his　head，　and　the　North　Wind　ceased　roaring，　and　a　delicious　perfume　came　to　him　through　the　open　casement。　“I　believe　the　Spring　has　e　at　last，”　said　the　Giant；　and　he　jumped　out　of　bed　and　looked　out。

What　did　he　see？

He　saw　a　most　wonderful　sight。　Through　a　little　hole　in　the　wall　the　children　had　crept　in，　and　they　were　sitting　in　the　branches　of　the　trees。　In　every　tree　that　he　could　see　there　was　a　little　child。　And　the　trees　were　so　glad　to　have　the　children　back　again　that　they　had　covered　themselves　with　blossoms，　and　were　waving　their　arms　gently　above　the　children’s　heads。　The　birds　were　flying　about　and　twittering　with　delight，　and　the　flowers　were　looking　up　through　the　green　grass　and　laughing。　It　was　a　lovely　scene，　only　in　one　corner　it　was　still　winter。　It

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