JACK AND THE BEAN-STALK
English Hexameters
By Hallam Tennyson
Illustrated By Randolph Caldecott
London
Macmillan And Co.
And New York
1886
PREFACE
In his last letter to me Caldecott wrote: 'I have been making several
attempts at the Giant, and have been cogitating over the Illustrations
to "Jack" generally. During the winter I shall be able to show you some
of my ideas.' The following unfinished Sketches are the 'ideas,' which,
with Mrs. Caldecott's kind permission, have been reproduced.
H. T.
To My Father,
In Recognition Of What This Booklet Owes To Him,
And To My Nephews,
'Golden-Hair'd' Ally, Charlie, And Michael,
Who Have So Far Condescended
As To Honour It With Their Approbation.
JACK AND THE BEAN-STALK
|JACK was a poor widow's heir, but he lived as a drone
```in a beehive,
`Hardly a handstir a day did he work. To squander her
```earnings
`Seem'd to the poor widow hard, who raved and scolded
```him always.
`Nought in her house was left; not a cheese, not a loaf,
```not an onion;
`Nought but a cow in her yard, and that must go to the
```market.
`"Sell me the cow," cried she; then he sold it, gad! for a
```handful----
`Only to think!------of beans. She shied them out thro'
```the window,
`Cursing him: hied to her bed, there slept, but awoke in
```amazement,
`Seeing a huge bean-stalk, many leaves, many pods, many
```flowers,
`Rise to the clouds more tall than a tall California pine-
```tree;
`High as a lark was Jack, scarce seen, and climbing away
```there.
`"Where an' O where," * he shrill'd; she beheld his boots
```disappearing;
* "<i>Where an' O where is my Highland laddie gone?</i>"
`Pod by pod Jack arose, till he came to a pod that alarm'd
```him.
`Bridge-like this long pod stretch'd out, and touch'd on an
```island
`Veil'd in vapour. A shape from the island waved him a
```signal,
`Waved with a shining hand, and Jack with an humble
```obeisance
`Crawl'd to the shape, who remark'd, "I gave those beans
```to ye, darling.
`I am a fairy, a friend to ye, Jack; see yonder a Giant
`Lives, who slew your own good father, see what a fortress!
`Enter it, have no fear, since I, your fairy, protect you."
`Jack march'd up to the gate, in a moment pass'd to the
```kitchen
`Led by the savoury smell. This Giant's wife with a ladle
`Basted a young elephant (Jack's namesake shriek'd and
```turn'd it).
`Back Jack shrank in alarm: with fat cheeks peony-bulbous,
`Ladle in hand, she stood, and spake in a tone of amuse-
```ment: .
`"Oh! what a cramp'd-up, small, unsesquipedalian object!"
`Then from afar came steps, heavy tramps, as a pavior
```hamm'ring;
`Out of her huge moon-cheeks the redundant peony faded,
`Jack's lank hair she grabb'd, and, looking sad resolution,
`Popt him aghast in among her saucepans' grimy recesses.
`Then strode in, with a loud heavy-booted thunder of heel-
```taps,
`He with a tiger at heel--her Giant, swarthy, colossal:
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