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Updated: July 2, 2025
'I shall do no such thing, said Wilmet, with absolute crossness in her tone. Robina began to cry. 'Come here, Bobbie, said Cherry's voice in the dark end of the room; 'I'll tell you a story. 'I know all Cherry's stories, and they're rubbish, said Fulbert. 'This is quite a new one. There was once a little match-girl 'Bosh! I know that little brute, and I hate her, broke in Fulbert.
"In the square below," said the Happy Prince, "there stands a little match-girl. She has let her matches fall in the gutter, and they are all spoiled. Her father will beat her if she does not bring home some money, and she is crying. She has no shoes or stockings, and her little head is bare. Pluck out my other eye and give it to her, and her father will not beat her."
Later, light airy music floated through the rooms, followed by the rhythmic cadence of feet. A thinly clad shivering little match-girl stopped on her weary tramp to her cellar and caught glimpses of the scene through the oft-opening door and between the curtains of the windows. It seemed to her that those glancing forms were in heaven. Alas for this earthly paradise! Mr.
'Hold your tongue, said Clement; 'but 'Oh no, don't let us have the match-girl, cried several voices. 'Why can't you be good? There was once an old giant that lived in a cave 'I hate old giants, said Cherry's critical public; and her voice grew melancholy. 'But this one had but one eye. Come, do listen; papa told me.
"I will stay with you one night longer," said the Swallow, "but I cannot pluck out your eye. You would be quite blind then." "Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "do as I command you." So he plucked out the Prince's other eye, and darted down with it. He swooped past the match-girl, and slipped the jewel into the palm of her hand.
About other priests there were various scandals; but Don Ippolito was like that pretty match-girl of the Piazza of whom it was Venetianly answered, when one asked if so sweet a face were not innocent, "Oh yes, she is mad!"
"In the square below," said the Happy Prince, "there stands a little match-girl. She has let her matches fall in the gutter, and they are all spoiled. Her father will beat her if she does not bring home some money, and she is crying. She has no shoes or stockings, and her little head is bare. Pluck out my other eye, and give it to her, and her father will not beat her."
In the letter were two woodcuts, and these he wished to make use of, if only I would write something to which they might serve as illustrations. One was the picture of a little match-girl, exactly as I have described her. It was from the picture that I wrote the story wrote it surrounded by splendor and rejoicing, at the castle of Grauenstein, in Schleswig." "And Little Tuk," said I. "Oh!
"I will stay with you one night longer," said the Swallow, "but I cannot pluck out your eye. You would be quite blind then." "Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "do as I command you." So he plucked out the Prince's other eye, and darted down with it. He swooped past the match-girl, and slipped the jewel into the palm of her hand.
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