what a cramp'd-up, small, unsesquipedalian object!"

Original

Then from afar came steps, heavy tramps, as a pavior

hamm'ring;

Out of her huge moon-cheeks the redundant peony faded,

Jack's lank hair she grabb'd, and, looking sad resolution,

Popt him aghast in among her saucepans' grimy

recesses.

Then strode in, with a loud heavy-booted thunder of

heel-taps,

He with a tiger at heel—her Giant, swarthy, colossal:

Original

Original

Original

"I smell flesh of a man; yea, wife, tho' he prove but a

morsel,

Man tastes good."

She replied, "Sure thou be'est failing in eyesight;

Tis but a young elephant, my sweetest lord, not a biped."

Down he crook'd his monstrous knees, and rested his hip-

bones,

Original

Call'd for his hen, said, "Lay so she, with a chuck cock-

a-doodle,

Dropt him an egg, pure gold, a refulgent, luminous oval,—

That was her use:—when he push'd her aside, cried,

"Bring me the meat now,"

Gorged his enormous meal, fell prone, and lost recollection.

Original

Jack from a saucepan watch'd his broad chest's monstrous

upheavals:

Then to the chamber above both dame and tiger ascended.

"Now for it, hist!" says Jack—"coast clear, and none to

behold me,"

Airily Jack stole forth, and seized the plump, money-

laying,

Priceless, mystical hen;