<h2><SPAN name="Cinderilla_or_The_Little_Glass_Slipper" id="Cinderilla_or_The_Little_Glass_Slipper"></SPAN><i>Cinderilla; or, The Little Glass Slipper</i></h2>
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<h2>Cinderilla or The Little Glass Slipper</h2>
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<p>nce there was a gentleman who married, for his second wife, the
proudest and most haughty woman that was ever seen. She had, by a
former husband, two daughters of her own humour and they were indeed
exactly like her in all things. He had likewise, by another wife, a
young daughter, but of unparalleled goodness and sweetness of temper,
which she took from her mother, who was the best creature in the
world.</p>
<p>No sooner were the ceremonies of the wedding over, but the stepmother
began to shew herself in her colours. She could not bear the good
qualities of this pretty girl; and the less, because they made her own
daughters appear the more odious. She employed her in the meanest work
of the house; she scoured the dishes, tables, &c. and rubbed Madam's
chamber, and those of Misses, her daughters; she lay up in a sorry
garret, upon a wretched straw-bed, while her sisters lay in fine
rooms, with floors all inlaid, upon beds of the very newest fashion,
and where they had looking-glasses so large, that they might see
themselves at their full length, from head to foot.</p>
<p>The poor girl bore all patiently, and dared not tell her father, who
would have rattled her off; for his wife governed him intirely. When
she had done her work, she used to go<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_80" id="Page_80"></SPAN></span> into the chimney-corner, and
sit down among cinders and ashes, which made her commonly be called
Cinder-breech; but the youngest, who was not so rude and uncivil as
the eldest, called her Cinderilla. However, Cinderilla,
notwithstanding her mean apparel, was a hundred times handsomer than
her sisters, tho' they were always dressed very richly.</p>
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<p>It happened that the King's son gave a ball, and invited all persons
of fashion to it. Our young misses were also invited; for they cut a
very grand figure among the quality. They were mightily delighted at
this invitation, and wonderfully busy in chusing out such gowns,
petticoats, and head-clothes as might best become them. This was a new
trouble to Cinderilla; for it was she who ironed her sisters' linen,
and plaited their ruffles; they talked all day long of nothing but how
they should be dressed. "For my part," said the eldest, "I will wear
my red velvet suit, with French trimming." "And I," said the youngest,
"shall only have my usual petticoat; but then, to make amends for
that, I will put on my gold-flowered manteau, and my diamond
stomacher, which is far from being the most ordinary one in the
world." They sent for the best tire-woman they could get, to make up
their head-dresses, and adjust their double-pinners,<SPAN name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</SPAN> and they had
their red brushes, and patches from the fashionable maker.</p>
<div class="footnote"><p><SPAN name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></SPAN> 'Pinners' were coifs with two long side-flaps pinned on.
'Double-pinners'—with two side-flaps on each side—accurately
translates the French <i>cornettes à deux rangs</i>.</p>
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<p>Cinderilla was likewise called up to them to be consulted in all these
matters, for she had excellent notions, and advised them always for
the best, nay and offered her service to dress their heads, which they
were very willing she should do. As she was doing this, they said to
her:</p>
<p>"Cinderilla, would you not be glad to go to the ball?"</p>
<p>"Ah!" said she, "you only jeer at me; it is not for such as I am to go
thither."</p>
<p>"Thou art in the right of it," replied they, "it would make the people
laugh to see a Cinder-breech at a ball."</p>
<p>Any one but Cinderilla would have dressed their heads awry, but she
was very good, and dressed them perfectly well. They were almost two
days without eating, so much they were transported with joy; they
broke above a dozen of laces in trying to be laced up close, that they
might have a fine slender shape, and they were continually at their
looking-glass. At last the happy day came; they went to Court, and
Cinderilla followed them with her eyes as long as she could, and when
she had lost sight of them she fell a-crying.</p>
<p>Her godmother, who saw her all in tears, asked her what was the
matter.</p>
<p>"I wish I could——, I wish I could—;" she was not able to speak the
rest, being interrupted by her tears and sobbing.</p>
<p>This godmother of hers, who was a Fairy, said to her:</p>
<p>"Thou wishest thou couldest go to the ball, is it not so?"</p>
<p>"Y—es," cried Cinderilla, with a great sigh.</p>
<p>"Well," said her godmother, "be but a good girl, and I will contrive
that thou shalt go." Then she took her into her chamber, and said to
her:<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_82" id="Page_82"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Run into the garden, and bring me a pumpkin."</p>
<p>Cinderilla went immediately to gather the finest she could get, and
brought it to her godmother, not being able to imagine how this
pumpkin could make her go to the ball. Her godmother scooped out all
the inside of it, leaving nothing but the rind; which done, she struck
it with her wand, and the pumpkin was instantly turned into a fine
coach, gilded all over with gold.</p>
<p>She then went to look into her mouse-trap, where she found six mice
all alive, and ordered Cinderilla to lift up a little the trap-door,
when giving each mouse, as it went out, a little tap with her wand,
the mouse was at that moment turned into a fair horse, which
altogether made a very fine set of six horses of a beautiful
mouse-coloured dapple-grey.</p>
<p>Being at a loss for a coachman, "I will go and see," says Cinderilla,
"if there be never a rat in the rat-trap, that we may make a coachman
of him."</p>
<p>"Thou art in the right," replied her godmother; "go and look."</p>
<p>Cinderilla brought the trap to her, and in it there were three huge
rats. The Fairy made choice of one of the three, which had the largest
beard, and, having touched him with her wand, he was turned into a fat
jolly coachman, who had the smartest whiskers eyes ever beheld.</p>
<p>After that, she said to her:</p>
<p>"Go again into the garden, and you will find six lizards behind the
watering pot; bring them to me."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_83" id="Page_83"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>She had no sooner done so, but her godmother turned them into six
footmen, who skipped up immediately behind the coach, with their
liveries all bedaubed with gold and silver, and clung as close behind
it, as if they had done nothing else their whole lives. The Fairy then
said to Cinderilla:</p>
<p>"Well, you see here an equipage fit to go to the ball with; are you
not pleased with it?"</p>
<p>"O yes," cried she, "but must I go thither as I am, in these poison
nasty rags?"</p>
<p>Her godmother only just touched her with her wand, and, at the same
instant, her clothes were turned into cloth of gold and silver, all
beset with jewels. This done she gave her a pair of glass-slippers,<SPAN name="FNanchor_4_4" id="FNanchor_4_4"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</SPAN>
the prettiest in the whole world.</p>
<div class="footnote"><p><SPAN name="Footnote_4_4" id="Footnote_4_4"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_4_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></SPAN> In Perrault's tale: <i>pantoufles de verre</i>. There is no
doubt that in the medieval versions of this ancient tale Cinderilla
was given <i>pantoufles de vair</i>—<i>i.e.</i>, of a grey, or grey and white,
fur, the exact nature of which has been a matter of controversy, but
which was probably a grey squirrel. Long before the seventeenth
century the word <i>vair</i> had passed out of use, except as a heraldic
term, and had ceased to convey any meaning to the people. Thus the
<i>pantoufles de vair</i> of the fairy tale became, in the oral tradition,
the homonymous <i>pantoufles de verre</i>, or glass slippers, a delightful
improvement on the earlier version.</p>
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<p>Being thus decked out, she got up into her coach; but her godmother,
above all things, commanded her not to stay till after midnight,
telling her, at the same time, that if she stayed at the ball one
moment longer, her coach would be a pumpkin again, her horses mice,
her coachman a rat, her footmen lizards, and her clothes become just
as they were before.</p>
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<p>She promised her godmother, she would not fail of leaving the ball
before midnight; and then away she drove, scarce able to contain
herself for joy. 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 out of the coach, and led her into the hall,
among all the company. There was immediately a profound silence, they
left off dancing, and the violins ceased to play, so attentive was
every one to contemplate the singular beauty of this unknown new
comer. Nothing was then heard but a confused noise of,</p>
<p>"Ha! how handsome she is! Ha! how handsome she is!"</p>
<p>The King himself, old as he was, could not help ogling her, and
telling the Queen softly, "that it was a long time since he had seen
so beautiful and lovely a creature." All the ladies were busied in
considering her clothes and head-dress, that they might have some made
next day after the same pattern, provided they could meet with such
fine materials, and as able hands to make them.</p>
<p>The King's son conducted her to the most honourable seat, and
afterwards took her out to dance with him: she danced so very
gracefully, that they all more and more admired her. A fine collation
was served up, whereof the young Prince ate not a morsel, so intently
was he busied in gazing on her. She went and sat down by her sisters,
shewing them a thousand civilities, giving them part of the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_85" id="Page_85"></SPAN></span> oranges
and citrons which the Prince had presented her with; which very much
surprised them, for they did not know her.</p>
<p>While Cinderilla was thus amusing her sisters, she heard the clock
strike eleven and three quarters, whereupon she immediately made a
curtesy to the company, and hasted away as fast as she could.</p>
<p>Being got home, she ran to seek out her godmother, and after having
thanked her, she said, "she could not but heartily wish she might go
next day to the ball, because the King's son had desired her." As she
was eagerly telling her godmother whatever had passed at the ball, her
two sisters knocked at the door which Cinderilla ran and opened.</p>
<p>"How long you have stayed," cried she, gaping, rubbing her eyes, and
stretching herself as if she had been just awaked out of her sleep;
she had not, however, any manner of inclination to sleep since they
went from home.</p>
<p>"If thou hadst been at the ball," said one of her sisters, "thou
wouldst not have been tired with it; there came thither the finest
Princess, the most beautiful ever was seen with mortal eyes; she
shewed us a thousand civilities, and gave us oranges and citrons."
Cinderilla was transported with joy; she asked them the name of that
Princess; but they told her they did not know it; and that the King's
son was very anxious to learn it, and would give all the world to know
who she was. At this Cinderilla, smiling, replied:</p>
<p>"She must then be very beautiful indeed; Lord! how happy have you
been; could not I see her? Ah! dear Miss<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_86" id="Page_86"></SPAN></span> Charlotte, do lend me your
yellow suit of cloaths which you wear every day!"</p>
<p>"Ay, to be sure!" cried Miss Charlotte, "lend my cloaths to such a
dirty Cinder-breech as thou art; who's the fool then?"</p>
<p>Cinderilla, indeed, expected some such answer, and was very glad of
the refusal; for she would have been sadly put to it, if her sister
had lent her what she asked for jestingly.</p>
<p>The next day the two sisters were at the ball, and so was Cinderilla,
but dressed more magnificently than before. The King's son was always
by her, and never ceased his compliments and amorous speeches to her;
to whom all this was so far from being tiresome, that she quite forgot
what her godmother had recommended to her, so that she, at last,
counted the clock striking twelve, when she took it to be no more than
eleven; she then rose up, and fled as nimble as a deer.</p>
<p>The Prince followed, but could not overtake her. She left behind one
of her glass slippers, which the Prince took up most carefully. She
got home, but quite out of breath, without coach or footmen, and in
her nasty old cloaths, having nothing left her of all her finery, but
one of the little slippers, fellow to that she dropped. The guards at
the palace gate were asked if they had not seen a Princess go out; who
said, they had seen nobody go out, but a young girl, very meanly
dressed, and who had more the air of a poor country wench, than a
gentle-woman.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_87" id="Page_87"></SPAN></span></p>
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<p>When the two sisters returned from the ball, Cinderilla asked them if
they had been well diverted, and if the fine lady had been there. They
told her, Yes, but that she hurried away immediately when it struck
twelve, and with so much haste, that she dropped one of her little
glass slippers, the prettiest in the world, and which the King's son
had taken up; that he had done nothing but look at it during all the
latter part of the ball, and that most certainly he was very much in
love with the beautiful person who owned the little slipper.</p>
<p>What they said was very true; for a few days after, the King's son
caused it to be proclaimed by sound of trumpet, that he would marry
her whose foot this slipper would just fit. They whom he employed
began to try it on upon the Princesses, then the duchesses, and all
the Court, but in vain. It was brought to the two sisters, who did all
they possibly could to thrust their feet into the slipper, but they
could not effect it.</p>
<p>Cinderilla, who saw all this, and knew her slipper, said to them
laughing:</p>
<p>"Let me see if it will not fit me?"</p>
<p>Her sisters burst out a-laughing, and began to banter her. The
gentleman who was sent to try the slipper, looked earnestly at
Cinderilla, and finding her very handsome, said it was but just that
she should try, and that he had orders to let every one make tryal. He
invited Cinderilla to sit down, and putting the slipper to her foot,
he found it went<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_90" id="Page_90"></SPAN></span> on very easily, and fitted her, as if it had been
made of wax. The astonishment her two sisters were in was excessively
great, but still abundantly greater, when Cinderilla pulled out of her
pocket the other slipper, and put it on her foot. Thereupon, in came
her godmother, who having touched, with her wand, Cinderilla's
cloaths, made them richer and more magnificent than any of those she
had before.</p>
<p>And now her two sisters found her to be that fine beautiful lady whom
they had seen at the ball. They threw themselves at her feet, to beg
pardon for all the ill treatment they had made her undergo. Cinderilla
took them up, and as she embraced them, cried that she forgave them
with all her heart, and desired them always to love her.</p>
<p>She was conducted to the young Prince, dressed as she was; he thought
her more charming than ever, and, a few days after, married her.</p>
<p>Cinderilla, who was no less good than beautiful, gave her two sisters
lodgings in the palace, and that very same day matched them with two
great lords of the court.</p>
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<h3><i>The Moral</i></h3>
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<span class="i0">Beauty's to the sex a treasure,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Still admir'd beyond all measure,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And never yet was any known,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">By still admiring, weary grown.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">But that rare quality call'd grace,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Exceeds, by far, a handsome face;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Its lasting charms surpass the other,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And this rich gift her kind godmother<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Bestow'd on Cinderilla fair,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Whom she instructed with such care.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">She gave to her such graceful mien,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">That she, thereby, became a queen.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">For thus (may ever truth prevail)<br/></span>
<span class="i0">We draw our moral from this tale.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">This quality, fair ladies, know<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Prevails much more (you'll find it so)<br/></span>
<span class="i0">T'ingage and captivate a heart,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Than a fine head dress'd up with art.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The fairies' gift of greatest worth<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Is grace of bearing, not high birth;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Without this gift we'll miss the prize;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Possession gives us wings to rise.<br/></span>
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<h3><i>Another</i></h3>
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<span class="i0">A great advantage 'tis, no doubt, to man,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">To have wit, courage, birth, good sense, and brain,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And other such-like qualities, which we<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Receiv'd from heaven's kind hand, and destiny.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">But none of these rich graces from above,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">To your advancement in the world will prove<br/></span>
<span class="i0">If godmothers and sires you disobey,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Or 'gainst their strict advice too long you stay.<br/></span></div>
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