The Less There Is Of Eloquence, The

The King's Son, Who Was Told That A Great Princess, Whom Nobody Knew, Was Come, Ran Out To Receive Her. He Gave Her His Hand As She Alighted From The Coach, And Led Her Into The Hall Where The Company Were Assembled.

Once Upon A Time There Was A Queen Who Had A Son So Ugly And So Misshapen That It Was Long Disputed Whether He Had Human Form. A Fairy Who Was At His Birth Said, However, That He Would Be Very Amiable For All That, Since He Would Have Uncommon Good Sense.

He Obliged Cinderella To Sit Down, And, Putting The Slipper To Her Little Foot, He Found It Went On Very Easily, And Fitted Her As If It Had Been Made Of Wax.

The Prince, Charmed With These Words, And Much More With The Manner In Which They Were Spoken, Knew Not How To Show His Joy And Gratitude; He Assured Her That He Loved Her Better Than He Did Himself.

The Poor Child Was The Drudge Of The Household, And Was Always In The Wrong. He Was, However, The Most Bright And Discreet Of All The Brothers; And If He Spoke Little, He Heard And Thought The More.