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Sometimes the whole complex conception is wrapped up in the notion of a single dog, the messenger of the god of shades, who comes to summon the departing soul. Sometimes, instead of a dog, we have a great ravening wolf who comes to devour its victim and extinguish the sunlight of life, as that old wolf of the tribe of Fenrir devoured little Red Riding-Hood with her robe of scarlet twilight.
"That is to eat thee up." And, saying these words, this wicked Wolf fell upon Little Red Riding-hood, and ate her all up. The eight stories contained in this volume are first found in print in French in a magazine entitled, Receuil de pièces curieuses et nouvelles tant en prose qu'en vers, which was published by Adrian Moetjens at The Hague in 1696-1697.
YOU know the tale of poor Little Red Riding-hood, that the Wolf deceived and devoured, with her cake, her little butter can, and her Grandmother; well, the true story happened quite differently, as we know now.
And in respect of the great necessity there is, my darling, for more employments being within the reach of Woman than our civilisation has as yet assigned to her, don't fly at the unfortunate men, even those men who are at first sight in your way, as if they were the natural oppressors of your sex; for, trust me, Belinda, they do sometimes spend their wages among wives and daughters, sisters, mothers, aunts, and grandmothers; and the play is, really, not ALL Wolf and Red Riding-Hood, but has other parts in it."
Red Riding-Hood and the Prince parted after a short conversation in which their acquaintance made rapid strides, and at the end of which the Prince said casually as he turned to go: "So sweet a maid have I never seen, Ere long I hope to make her my wife and queen." But, see what evil beast comes through the wood!" Here William entered amid wild applause.
"Take it, child, and buy thee a riding-hood, or a farthingale, or some such trumpery, which thy vain sex delight in." "I lack nothing, good sir, I thank ye; and, as to the coined silver, it is only a tempter to the destruction of body and soul." "As it may be used as it may be used," repeated the sailor quickly; "one so young would not abuse it."
The Wolf was not long before he reached the old woman's house. He knocked at the door tap, tap, tap. "Who's there?" called the grandmother. "Your grandchild, Little Red Riding-hood," replied the Wolf, imitating her voice, "who has brought a custard and a little pot of butter sent to you by mamma." The good grandmother, who was in bed, because she was somewhat ill, cried out:
For to the imaginations of the children, Cousin Helen was as interesting and unreal as anybody in the Fairy Tales: Cinderella, or Blue-Beard, or dear Red Riding-Hood herself. Only there was a sort of mixture of Sunday-school book in their idea of her, for Cousin Helen was very, very good. None of them had ever seen her.
For though Johnson said of him, "Sir, a man who has a nation to admire him every night, may well be expected to be somewhat elated ;" yet he would treat theatrical matters with a ludicrous slight. He mentioned one evening, "I met David coming off the stage, drest in a woman's riding-hood, when he acted in The Wonder ; I came full upon him, and I believe he was not pleased."
"Here you behold Little Red Riding-Hood, a model of grand filial devotion, for she was so fond of her granny that she wandered through the forest to take the old lady's luncheon, and was eaten by the wolf for so doing, which is a warning to all children to be careful how they do much for their grandmothers, unless they are rich and can leave them something in their wills.
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