The Frog Prince by Anonymous

The Frog Prince

And Others: Princess Belle-Etoile, Aladdin and the Wonderful Lamp

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subjects: Folklore, Myths & Legends

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Description

The Classic tale of the Frog Prince comes to life as originally published by George Routledge 1874. Included in this book are three books: The Frog Prince, Princess Belle-Etoile and Aladdin and the Wonderful Lamp. Includes the original colorful illustrations of characters.


5,750 words, with a reading time of ~ 0.33 hours (~ 23 pages), and first published in 1874. This DRM-Free edition published by epubBooks, .

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Excerpt

In the olden time, when wishing was having, there lived a King, whose daughters were all beautiful; but the youngest was so exceedingly beautiful that the Sun himself, although he saw her very often, was enchanted every time she came out into the sunshine.

Near the castle of this King was a large and gloomy forest, and in the midst stood an old lime–tree, beneath whose branches splashed a little fountain; so, whenever it was very hot, the King’s youngest daughter ran off into this wood, and sat down by the side of this fountain; and, when she felt dull, would often divert herself by throwing a golden ball up in the air and catching it. And this was her favourite amusement.

Now, one day it happened, that this golden ball, when the King’s daughter threw it into the air, did not fall down into her hand, but on the grass; and then it rolled past her into the fountain. The King’s daughter followed the ball with her eyes, but it disappeared beneath the water, which was so deep that no one could see to the bottom. Then she began to lament, and to cry louder and louder; and, as she cried, a voice called out, “Why weepest thou, O King’s daughter? thy tears would melt even a stone to pity.” And she looked around to the spot whence the voice came, and saw a Frog stretching his thick ugly head out of the water. “Ah! you old water–paddler,” said she, “was it you that spoke? I am weeping for my golden ball, which has slipped away from me into the water.”