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Had my dear brave son Lionheart been with me, it would have been a different affair, but he left us years ago, and no one has heard aught of him since. On this, the Prince flung himself on his father's neck, and told him all that had occurred, and how these were his three old friends the Knifegrinder, the Blacksmith, and the Carpenter.
After this, Prince Lionheart sent messages to all the inhabitants of the town who had been driven away by the wicked demon, telling them they could return and dwell in safety, on condition of their taking the Knifegrinder as their king, and giving him their richest and most beautiful maiden as a bride.
Now when the Prince's head had rolled off in that shocking manner, the barley plant he had given to the Knifegrinder king suddenly snapped right in two, so that the ear fell to the ground. This greatly troubled the faithful Knifegrinder, who immediately guessed some terrible disaster had overtaken his dear Prince.
So they went to the shops, and bought all they required, laying the proper price for each thing on the counters just as if the shopkeepers had been there. Then going to the palace, which stood in the middle of the town, Prince Lionheart bade the Knifegrinder prepare the dinner, while he and his other companions took a further look at the city.
Come, that is a joke! quoth the Knifegrinder, laughing. 'Give it me at once! cried the little warrior in a louder voice, 'or I'll hang you to the nearest pipal tree! 'Wah! whipper-snapper! replied the valiant Knifegrinder, 'come a little nearer, and let me squash you between finger and thumb!
This they did with great joy, but when the wedding was over, and Prince Lionheart prepared to set out once more on his adventures, the Knifegrinder threw himself before his master, begging to be allowed to accompany him.
In fact everything happened to him as it had happened to the Knifegrinder, and when he fell from the tree he too fled into the sleeping-room, and rolling himself in his quilt began to shiver and shake; so that when Prince Lionheart and the Carpenter came back, hungry as hunters, there was no dinner.
The "Hermann and Dorothea" of the latter was the first true poem written in modern hexameters. From Germany, Southey imported that and other classic metres into England, and we should be grateful to him, at least, for having given the model for Canning's "Knifegrinder." The exotic, however, again refused to take root, and for many years after we have no example of English hexameters.
This astonished them very much, until the Knifegrinder, clapping his hand to his forehead, said, 'I remember! This must be the city I have heard about, where a demon lives who will let no one dwell in peace. We had best be off! 'Not a bit of it! cried Prince Lionheart. 'At any rate not until I've had my dinner, for I am just desperately hungry!
Lind, you might as well say that this workman of mine is a true lord or a true prince as a true gentleman. A gentleman may be a rogue; and a knifegrinder may be a philosopher and philanthropist. But they dont change their ranks for all that." The clergyman hesitated. Then he said timidly, "Even admitting this peculiar view of yours, Mr.
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