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Cinderella.

by Clara Doty Bates

Versified by Mrs. Clara Doty Bates.

Poor, pretty little thing she was,

The sweetest-faced of girls,

With eyes as blue as larkspurs,

And a mass of tossing curls;

But her step-mother had for her

Only blows and bitter words,

While she thought her own two ugly crows,

The whitest of all birds.

She was the little household drudge,

And wore a cotton gown,

While the sisters, clad in silk and satin,

Flaunted through the town.

When her work was done, her only place

Was the chimney-corner bench.

For which one called her "Cinderella,"

The other, "Cinder-wench."

But years went on, and Cinderella

Bloomed like a wild-wood rose,

In spite of all her kitchen-work,

And her common, dingy clothes;

While the two step-sisters, year by year,

Grew scrawnier and plainer;

Two peacocks, with their tails outspread,

Were never any vainer.

One day they got a note, a pink,

Sweet-scented, crested one,

Which was an invitation

To a ball, from the king's son.

Oh, then poor Cinderella

Had to starch, and iron, and plait,

And run of errands, frill and crimp,

And ruffle, early and late.

And when the ball-night came at last,

She helped to paint their faces,

To lace their satin shoes, and deck

Them up with flowers and laces;

Then watched their coach roll grandly

Out of sight; and, after that,

She sat down by the chimney,

In the cinders, with the cat,

And sobbed as if her heart would break.

Hot tears were on her lashes,

Her little hands got black with soot,

Her feet begrimed with ashes,

When right before her, on the hearth,

She knew not how nor why,

A little odd old woman stood,

And said, "Why do you cry?"

"It is so very lonely here,"

Poor Cinderella said,

And sobbed again. The little odd

Old woman bobbed her head,

And laughed a merry kind of laugh,

And whispered, "Is that all?

Wouldn't my little Cinderella

Like to go to the ball?

"Run to the garden, then, and fetch

A pumpkin, large and nice;

Go to the pantry shelf, and from

The mouse-traps get the mice;

Rats you will find in the rat-trap;

And, from the watering-pot,

Or from under the big, flat garden stone,

Six lizards must be got."

Nimble as crickets in the grass

She ran, till it was done,

And then God-mother stretched her wand

And touched them every one.

The pumpkin changed into a coach,

Which glittered as it rolled,

And the mice became six horses,

With harnesses of gold.

One rat a herald was, to blow

A trumpet in advance,

And the first blast that he sounded

Made the horses plunge and prance;

And the lizards were made footmen,

Because they were so spry;

And the old rat-coachman on the box

Wore jeweled livery.

And then on Cinderella's dress

The magic wand was laid,

And straight the dingy gown became

A glistening gold brocade.

The gems that shone upon her fingers

Nothing could surpass;

And on her dainty little feet

Were slippers made of glass.

"Be sure you get back here, my dear,

At twelve o'clock at night,"

Godmother said, and in a twinkling

She was out of sight.

When Cinderella reached the ball,

And entered at the door,

So beautiful a lady

None had ever seen before.

The Prince his admiration showed

In every word and glance;

He led her out to supper,

And he chose her for the dance;

But she kept in mind the warning

That her Godmother had given,

And left the ball, with all its charm.

At just half after eleven.

Next night there was another ball;

She helped her sisters twain

To pinch their waists, and curl their hair,

And paint their cheeks again.

Then came the fairy Godmother,

And, with her wand, once more

Arrayed her out in greater splendor

Even than before.

The coach and six, with gay outriders,

Bore her through the street,

And a crowd was gathered round to look,

The lady was so sweet,--

So light of heart, and face, and mien,

As happy children are;

And when her foot stepped down,

Her slipper twinkled like a star.

Again the Prince chose only her

For waltz or tete-a-tete;

So swift the minutes flew she did not

Dream it could be late,

But all at once, remembering

What her Godmother had said,

And hearing twelve begin to strike

Upon the clock, she fled.

Swift as a swallow on the wing

She darted, but, alas!

Dropped from one flying foot the tiny

Slipper made of glass;

But she got away, and well it was

She did, for in a trice

Her coach changed to a pumpkin,

And her horses became mice;

And back into the cinder dress

Was changed the gold brocade!

The prince secured the slipper,

And this proclamation made:

That the country should be searched,

And any lady, far or wide,

Who could get the slipper on her foot,

Should straightway be his bride.

So every lady tried it,

With her "Mys!" and "Ahs!" and "Ohs!"

And Cinderella's sisters pared

Their heels, and pared their toes,--

But all in vain! Nobody's foot

Was small enough for it,

Till Cinderella tried it,

And it was a perfect fit.

Then the royal heralds hardly

Knew what it was best to do,

When from out her tattered pocket

Forth she drew the other shoe,

While the eyelids on the larkspur eyes

Dropped down a snowy vail,

And the sisters turned from pale to red,

And then from red to pale,

And in hateful anger cried, and stormed,

And scolded, and all that,

And a courtier, without thinking,

Tittered out behind his hat.

For here was all the evidence

The Prince had asked, complete,

Two little slippers made of glass,

Fitting two little feet.

So the Prince, with all his retinue,

Came there to claim his wife;

And he promised he would love her

With devotion all his life.

At the marriage there was splendid

Music, dancing, wedding cake;

And he kept the slipper as a treasure

Ever, for her sake.