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THE BIRTH OF THE PRINCE AND THE PAUPER
IN the ancient city of London, on a certain autumn day in the second quarter of the sixteenth century, a boy was born to a poor family of the name of Canty, who did not want him.
On the same day, another English child was born to a rich family of the name of Tudor, who did want him. Alling land wanted him too.
England had so longed for him, and hoped for him, and prayed God for him, that, now that he really came, the people went nearly mad for joy.
Mere acquaintances hugged and kissed each other and cried. Everybody took a holiday, and high and low, rich and poor, feasted and danced and sang, and got very mellow; and they kept this up for days and nights together.
By day, London was a sight to see, with gay banners waving from every balcony and housetop, and splendid pageants marching along.
By night, it was again a sight to see, with its great bonfires at every corner, and its troops of revelers making merry around them.
There was no talk in all Eng land but of the new baby, Edward Tudor, Prince of Wales, who lay lapped in silks and satins, unconscious of all this fuss, and not knowing that great lords and ladies were tending him and watching over him and not caring, either.
But there was no talk about the other baby, Tom Canty, lapped in his poor rags, except among the family of paupers whom he had just come to trouble with his presence.
TOM’S EARLY LIFE
ET us skip a number of years. London was fifteen hundred years old and was a great town for that day.
It had a hundred thousand inhabitants some think double as many. The streets were very narrow, crooked, and dirty, especially in the part where Tom Canty lived, which was not far from London Bridge.
The houses were of wood, with the second story projecting over the first, and the third sticking its elbows out beyond the second.
The higher the houses grew, the broader they grew. They were skeletons of strong criss-cross beams, with solid material between, coated with plaster.
The beams were painted red or blue or black, according to the owner’s taste, and this gave the houses a very picturesque look.
The windows were small, glazed with little diamond-shaped panes, and they opened outward, on hinges, like doors.
The house which Tom’s father lived in was up a foul little pocket called Offal Court, out of Pudding Lane. It was small, decayed, and rickety, but it was packed full of wretchedly poor families.
Canty’s tribe occupied a room on the third floor. The mother and father had a sort of bedstead in the corner; but Tom, his grandmother, and his two sisters, Bet and Nan, were not restricted-they had all the floor to themselves, and might sleep where they chose.
There were the remains of a blanket or two and some bundles of ancient and dirty straw, but these could not rightly be called beds, for they were not organized; they were kicked into a general pile mornings, and selections made from the mass at night, for service.
Bet and Nan were fifteen years old-twins. They were good-hearted girls, unclean, clothed in rags, and profoundly ignorant. Their mother was like them.
But the father and the grandmother were a couple of friends.
They got drunk whenever they could; then they fought each other or anybody else who came in the way; they cursed and swore always, drunk or sober; John Canty was a thief, and his mother a beggar.
They made beggars of the children but failed to make thieves of them.
Among, but not of, the dreadful rabble that inhabited the house, was a good old priest whom the king had turned out of the house and home with a pension of a few farthings, and he used to get the children aside and teach them right ways secretly.
Father Andrew also taught Tom a little Latin, and how to read and write; and would have done the same with the girls, but they were afraid of the jeers of their friends, who could not have endured such a queer accomplishment in them.
All Offal Court was just such another hive as Canty’s house. Drunkenness, riot, and brawling were the order there, every night and nearly all night long.
Broken heads were as common as hunger in that place. Yet little Tom was not unhappy. He had a hard time with it but did not know it.
It was the sort of time that all the Offal Court boys had, therefore he supposed it was the correct and comfortable thing.
When he came home empty-handed at night, he knew his father would curse him and thrash him first, and that when he was done the awful grandmother would do it all over again and improve on it;
and that away in the night his starving mother would slip to him stealthily with any miserable scrap or crust she had been able to save for him by going hungry herself, notwithstanding she was often caught in that sort of treason and soundly beaten for it by her husband.
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