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 cilors, who always agreed with the Mayor, andthey went up to look at it.

"The ruby has fallen out of his sword, his eyes are gone," said the Mayor; "in fact, he is little better than a beggar!"

So they pulled down the statue of the Happy Prince and sent it to be melted in a furnace.

"What a strange thing!" said the overseer of the workmen at the foundry. "This broken lead heart will not melt in the furnace. We must throw it away." So they threw it on a dust-heap where the dead Swallow was also lying.

"Bring me the two precious things in the city," said God to one of His Angels; and the Angel took Him the leaden heart and the dead bird.

"You have chosen rightly," said God; "in my garden of Paradise this little bird shall sing for evermore, and in my city of gold the Happy Prince shall praise me."

you ever hear the story of the Pumpkin Seed that made a feast of his insides, and found his outsides changed most surprisingly, and went down a pig's throat and was happy? Ever since it happened the Dwarf Roots, who live below the ground,