1865

ALICE IN WONDERLAND

by Lewis Carroll

Illustrations by John Tenniel

All in the golden afternoon

Full leisurely we glide;

For both our oars, with little skill,

By little arms are plied,

While little hands make vain pretence

Our wanderings to guide. -

Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour,

Beneath such dreamy weather,

To beg a tale of breath too weak

To stir the tiniest feather!

Yet what can one poor voice avail

Against three tongues together? -

Imperious Prima flashes forth

Her edict "to begin it":

In gentler tones Secunda hopes

"There will be nonsense in it!"

While Tertia interrupts the tale

Not more than once a minute. -

Anon, to sudden silence won,

In fancy they pursue

The dream-child moving through a land

Of wonders wild and new,

In friendly chat with bird or beast-

And half believe it true. -

And ever, as the story drained

The wells of fancy dry,

And faintly strove that weary one

To put the subject by,

"The rest next time-" "It is next time!"

The happy voices cry. -

Thus grew the tale of Wonderland:

Thus slowly, one by one,

Its quaint events were hammered out-

And now the tale is done,

And home we steer, a merry crew,

Beneath the setting sun. -

Alice! A childish story take,

And, with a gentle hand,

Lay it where Childhood's dreams are twined

In Memory's mystic band,

Like pilgrim's wither'd wreath of flowers

Pluck'd in a far-off land.

CHRISTMAS-GREETINGS.

[FROM A FAIRY TO A CHILD]. -

LADY dear, if Fairies may

For a moment lay aside

Cunning tricks and elfish play,

'Tis at happy Christmas-tide. -

We have heard the children say-

Gentle children, whom we love-

Long ago, on Christmas Day,

Came a message from above. -

Still, as Christmas-tide comes round,

They remember it again-

Echo still the joyful sound

"Peace on earth, good-will to men!" -

Yet the hearts must childlike be

Where such heavenly guests abide;

Unto children, in their glee,

All the year is Christmas-tide! -

Thus, forgetting tricks and play

For a moment, Lady dear,

We would wish you, if we may,

Merry Christmas, glad New Year! -

Christmas, 1867.

CHAPTER I.

DOWN THE RABBIT-HOLE -

ALICE was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, "and what is the use of a book," thought Alice, "without pictures or conversations?"

So she was considering, in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.