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This isn't one of Ms. Burnett's best children's books, but it's certainly readable. Readable, that is, if you can stand sentimentality and a tone for the kids that has all the subtlety of the moral lessons at the end of some 1980s American cartoon shows. The "...children who have made stories" in the title refers to children Ms. Burnett met or saw in photos (and one of her sons), who suggested stories to her mind. The title story is the longest. It tells about two very talented poor boys who have two very different fates.
"Eight Little Princes" is about real-life European princes at the time she was writing. After her good wishes for them, I decided to see how things turned out. Given that five of the princes were sons of Kaiser Wilheim II, we know that none of them ever got to be Kaiser. Ms. Burnett felt sorry for the prince of Servia (Serbia). I just looked up Alexander's fate. It's depressing. Alfonso XIII of Spain was another prince, well baby King, for whom Ms. Burnett felt sorry. Looking up his fate, especially the fates of some of his children, is not happy reading. The eighth prince wasn't little at the time she wrote the story. He was Prince Vittorio Emmanuele of Italy. who became King Victor Emmanuel III. He actually managed to rule through both world wars, but that didn't turn out well, either.
Two of the stories are about Ms. Burnett's younger son, Vivian, the one she used as the model for Little Lord Fauntleroy. I wonder if Vivian read them when he became an adult. If so, did they make him cringe?
The last story traces a plot of London's East End ground's descent into ugly desolation and its rebirth, with a tree as the witness. It reminds me of Muslih-uddin Sadi's advice about selling the second loaf of bread if one has only two.
Of the books advertised in the final pages, most were selling for $1.00 or $1.50. Some went for $1.25, a few for $2.00. The most expensive book was Howard Pyle's The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood -- $3.00. You could have bought the most expensive set, four volumes of The Boy's Library of Legend and Chivalry, edited by Sidney Lanier, for $7.00. If you're interested, I've listed the all of the books, their authors, and the illustrators (if named) in the comments section of my entry for my copy. ( )
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Giovanni walked up the enclosed road leading to the great white hotel with the many marble balconies. (Giovanni and the Other)
To begin with, I never saw him. (Illustrissimo Signor Bebe)
The guide book only mentions her father, but we did not see her father, we only saw her, and I was glad it was so. (The Daughter of the Custodian)
The dearest thing I saw in Florence the last time I was there, was a delightful little American boy of seven, and one of the most charming and suggestive in Rome was a small fellow about the same age, who sat surrounded by the stately wonders and spaces of St. Peter's, his bright, eager, thoughtful child face upturned to his mother and father, who were sitting and talking together near him. (A Pretty Roman Begger)
One sees them in all the photograph shops in all the principal cities in Europe. (Eight Little Princes)
It would be very difficult to tell anything at all definite about her. (One Who Lived Long, Long Ago)
The boys and girls who have seen many pictures will be sure to have seen somewhere the picture of a Faun. (The Little Faun)
It was the Socialist who said it, and he said it quite innocently and with a sincere desire for information. (What Use is a Poet?)
The room in which I work in my house in London is called the Japanese room. (The Boy Who Became a Socialist)
She was a little girl I knew when first I was married, and I shall always remember her as she was then, when she was seven years old and we were intimate acquaintances. (Birdie)
I saw him only twice and had only short conversations with him, but without intending or knowing it he gave me ideas of a strange life of which before I knew nothing, and which, nevertheless, hundreds -- even thousands perhaps -- live. (The Tinker's Tom)
When it was young it was very happy. (The Quite True Story of an Old Hawthorne Tree)
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And we who know only the life of earth with all its imcompleteness and longings unfulfilled, whisper with bated breath, Which of them? Ah! which -- Giovanni, or the Other?
And I was glad as I drove away that it was in the brightness and not in the shadow that I saw the last of the childish figure of the custodian's little daughter.
There was some soft brightness in his mellow eyes I understood, and something in his childish beautiful face which somehow spoke to my heart, and I cannot help believing that he will not always be a begger, but will find something for his dusky hands to do when they are bigger, and that the magnetism and cleverness which made him always the leader will make a place for him a man need not be ashamed to fill.
These are the eight Princes I feel as if I know though they do not know me, and even in the most republican country in the world -- even in America which does not believe in kings -- I am sure there is no one who will not say in thinking of these boys, God keep the little princes and help them to care for their people, and God bless the queens who are their mothers.
One can imagine anything and make it seem real to oneself -- even the story of a poor little gray image in a glass case -- all that awful Last Day left to the child who had died in Pompeii eighteen hundred and eleven years ago.
That is the principle, I answered, while he hugged me with the red and black sleeves, though I don't think Mr. Bellamy once mentioned it. (The Boy Who Became a Socialist)
When I think of her, as I often do, knowing how many fairy things seem to fade away as one grows from a child to a woman, I cannot help saying to myself wistfully, I hope she still believes in fairies, and I hope -- because she is so gentle and tender -- she sometimes sees one. (Birdie)
And as I did not know the tree language, and it could not tell it to me, I tried to tell it to myself, and so I have tried to tell it to you. (The Quite True Story of an Old Hawthorne Tree)
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"Eight Little Princes" is about real-life European princes at the time she was writing. After her good wishes for them, I decided to see how things turned out. Given that five of the princes were sons of Kaiser Wilheim II, we know that none of them ever got to be Kaiser. Ms. Burnett felt sorry for the prince of Servia (Serbia). I just looked up Alexander's fate. It's depressing. Alfonso XIII of Spain was another prince, well baby King, for whom Ms. Burnett felt sorry. Looking up his fate, especially the fates of some of his children, is not happy reading. The eighth prince wasn't little at the time she wrote the story. He was Prince Vittorio Emmanuele of Italy. who became King Victor Emmanuel III. He actually managed to rule through both world wars, but that didn't turn out well, either.
Two of the stories are about Ms. Burnett's younger son, Vivian, the one she used as the model for Little Lord Fauntleroy. I wonder if Vivian read them when he became an adult. If so, did they make him cringe?
The last story traces a plot of London's East End ground's descent into ugly desolation and its rebirth, with a tree as the witness. It reminds me of Muslih-uddin Sadi's advice about selling the second loaf of bread if one has only two.
Of the books advertised in the final pages, most were selling for $1.00 or $1.50. Some went for $1.25, a few for $2.00. The most expensive book was Howard Pyle's The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood -- $3.00. You could have bought the most expensive set, four volumes of The Boy's Library of Legend and Chivalry, edited by Sidney Lanier, for $7.00. If you're interested, I've listed the all of the books, their authors, and the illustrators (if named) in the comments section of my entry for my copy. (