N the days of King Arthur, Merlin, the most learned
magician of his time in old England, was on a journey;
and being very weary stopped one day at the cottage of
an honest ploughman to ask for refreshment. The
ploughman's wife, with great civility, immediately
brought him some milk in a wooden bowl, and some brown
bread on a wooden platter.
Merlin could not help observing that, although
everything within the cottage was particularly neat and
clean and in good order, the ploughman and his wife had
the most sorrowful air imaginable. So he asked them the
cause of this, and learned that they were very
miserable because they had no children. The poor woman
declared, with tears in her eyes, that she would be the
happiest creature in the world if she had a son,
although he were no bigger than his father's thumb.
Merlin was much amused with the thought of a boy no
bigger than a man's thumb, and as soon as he returned
home he sent for the queen of the fairies (with whom he
was very intimate) and related to her the desire of the
ploughman and his wife to have a son the size of his
The queen of the fairies was also amused at the idea,
and declared that their wish should speedily be
granted. And so the ploughman's wife had a son who in a
few minutes grew as tall as his father's thumb.
The queen of the fairies came in at the window as the
 was sitting up in bed admiring the child. The queen
kissed the infant, and giving it the name of Tom Thumb,
immediately summoned several fairies from Fairy Land to
clothe her new little favorite.
An oak-leaf hat he had for his crown,
His shirt it was by spiders spun;
With doublet wove of thistle's down,
His trousers up with points were done.
His stockings, of apple rind, they tie
With eye-lash plucked from his mother's eye.
His shoes were made of a mouse's skin,
Tanned with the downy hair within.
Tom never was any bigger than his father's thumb, which
was not a large thumb either. But, as he grew older, he
became very cunning and sly, for which his mother did
not sufficiently correct him; so that when he was able
to play with the boys for cherry stones, and had lost
all his own, he used to creep into the boys' bags, fill
his pockets, and come out again to play. But one day as
he was getting out of a bag of cherry stones, the boy
to whom it belonged chanced to see him.
"Ah, ha, my little Tom Thumb!" said the boy, "have I
caught you at your bad tricks at last? Now I will
reward you for thieving."
Then drawing the string of the bag tight round his
neck, and shaking the bag heartily, the cherry stones
bruised Tom's legs, thighs, and body sadly, which made
him beg to be let out, and promise never to be guilty
of such things any more.
Shortly afterwards, Tom's mother was making a batter
pudding, and that he might see how she mixed it, he
climbed upon the edge of the bowl. But his foot
slipped, he fell over head and ears into the batter,
and his mother, not observing him, stirred him into the
pudding, and popped him into the pot to boil.
 The hot water made Tom kick and struggle; and his
mother seeing the pudding jump up and down in such a
furious manner, thought it was bewitched; and a tinker
coming by just at the time, she quickly gave him the
pudding, and he put it into his bag and walked on.
As soon as Tom could get the batter out of his mouth,
he began to cry aloud, which so frightened the poor
tinker that he flung the pudding over the hedge and ran
away from it as fast as he could run. The pudding being
broken to pieces by the fall, Tom was released, and
walked home to his mother, who gave him a kiss and put
him to bed.
Tom Thumb's mother once took him with her when she went
to milk the cow; and it being a very windy day, she
tied him with a needleful of thread to a thistle, that
he might not be blown away. The cow, liking his
oak-leaf hat, took him and the thistle up at one
mouthful. While the cow chewed the thistle, Tom,
terrified at her great teeth, which seemed ready to
crush him to pieces, roared, "Mother, mother!" as loud
as he could bawl.
"Where are you, Tommy, my dear Tommy?" said the mother.
"Here, mother, here in the red cow's mouth."
The mother began to cry and wring her hands; and the
cow, surprised at such odd noises in her throat, opened
her mouth and let him drop out. His mother then clapped
him into her apron and ran home with him as fast as she
A little later Tom's father made him a whip of barley
straw to drive the cattle with, and being one day in
the field he slipped into a deep furrow. A raven flying
over, picked him up with a grain of corn, and flew with
him to the top of a giant's castle by the seaside,
where he left him; and old Grumbo the giant coming soon
after to walk upon his terrace, swallowed Tom like a
pill, clothes and all. Tom presently made the giant
very uncomfortable, and he threw him up into the sea. A
 then swallowed him. This fish was soon after caught,
and bought for the table of King Arthur. When it was
cut open, everybody was delighted with little Tom
The king made him his dwarf, and he became the favorite
of the whole court. By his merry pranks he often amused
the queen and the Knights of the Round Table. The king,
when he rode on horseback, frequently took Tom in his
hand; and if a shower of rain came on, he used to creep
into his Majesty's waistcoat pocket and sleep till the
rain was over. The king one day questioned Tom
concerning his parents, and when Tom informed his
Majesty they were very poor people, the king led him
into his treasury and told him he should pay his
friends a visit, and take with him as much money as he
could carry. Tom procured a little purse, which was
made of a water-bubble, and putting a threepenny piece
into it, with much labor and difficulty got it upon his
back. His parents were glad to see him, especially when
he had brought such an amazing sum of money with him.
They placed him in a walnut shell by the fireside, and
feasted him for three days upon a hazel nut, which made
him sick, for a whole nut usually served him a month.
Tom got well again though, but could not travel because
it rained. Therefore his mother took him in her hand,
and with one puff blew him into King Arthur's court,
where he entertained the king, queen, and nobility at
tilts and tournaments. At this he exerted himself so
much that he brought on a fit of sickness, and his life
was despaired of.
Hearing of this, the queen of the fairies came in a
chariot drawn by flying mice, placed Tom by her side,
and drove through
 the air without stopping till they arrived at her
palace; when, after restoring him to health, and
permitting him to enjoy all the gay diversions of Fairy
Land, the queen summoned him straight to the court of
But just as Tom should have alighted in the courtyard
of the palace, the cook happened to pass along with the
king's great bowl of firmity (King Arthur loved
firmity), and poor Tom Thumb fell plump into the middle
of it, and splashed the hot firmity into the cook's
eyes. Down went the bowl.
"Oh, dear! oh, dear!" cried Tom.
"Murder! murder!" bellowed the cook. And away ran the
king's nice firmity into the gutter.
The cook was a red-faced, cross fellow, and swore to
the king that Tom had done it out of mere mischief; so
he was taken up, tried, and sentenced to be beheaded.
Tom, hearing this dreadful sentence and seeing a miller
stand by with his mouth wide open, took a good spring
and jumped down the miller's throat, unperceived by
all, even by the miller himself.
Tom being lost, the court broke up, and away went the
miller to his mill. But Tom did not leave him long at
rest; he began to roll and tumble about, so that the
miller felt himself bewitched, and sent for a doctor.
When the doctor came, Tom began to dance and sing; the
doctor was as much frightened as the miller and sent in
great haste for five more doctors and twenty learned
While all these were considering what they should do,
the miller happened to yawn, and Tom, taking the
opportunity, made another jump, and alighted on his
feet, in the middle of the table. The miller, provoked
to be thus tormented by such a little creature, fell
into a great passion, caught hold of Tom, and threw him
out of the window into the river. A large salmon
swimming by, snapped him up in a minute. The salmon was
 soon caught and sold in the market to the steward of a
lord. The lord, thinking it an uncommon fine fish, made
a present of it to the king, who ordered it to be
dressed immediately. When the cook cut open the salmon,
he found poor Tom, and ran with him directly to the
king; but the king being busy with state affairs,
desired that he might be brought another day.
The cook resolving to keep him safely this time, as he
had so lately given him the slip, clapped him into a
mouse-trap, and left him to amuse himself for a whole
week by peeping through the wires. At last the king
sent for him, and, forgiving him for causing the
firmity to be thrown down, ordered him new clothes and
Of butterflies' wings his shirt was made,
His boots of chickens' hide;
And by a nimble fairy blade,
Well learned in the tailoring trade,
His clothing was supplied.
A needle dangled by his side;
A dapper mouse he used to ride,
Thus strutted Tom in stately pride!
Thus dressed and mounted, he rode a hunting with the
king and nobility, all of whom laughed heartily at Tom
and his fine prancing steed.
As they rode by a farm-house one day, a cat jumped from
behind a door, seized the mouse and little Tom, and
began to devour the mouse. However, Tom boldly drew his
sword and attacked the cat, who then let him fall.
The king and his nobles, seeing Tom falling, went to
his assistance, and one of the lords caught him in his
hat; but poor Tom was sadly scratched, and his clothes
were torn by the claws of the cat. In this condition he
was carried home, when a bed of down was made for him
in a little ivory cabinet.
The queen of the fairies came and took him again to
 Land, where she kept him for some years; and then,
dressing him in bright green, sent him flying once more
through the air to earth, in the days of King
Thunstone. The people flocked far and near to look at
him; and the king before whom he was carried asked him
who he was, whence he came, and where he lived. Tom
"My name is Tom Thumb,
From the Fairies I come;
When King Arthur shone,
This court was my home.
In me he delighted,
By him I was knighted,
Did you never hear of
Sir Thomas Thumb?"
The king was so charmed with this address that he
ordered a little chair to be made, in order that Tom
might sit on his table; and also a palace of gold a
span high, with a door an inch wide, for little Tom to
live in. He also gave him a coach drawn by six small
mice. This made the queen angry, because she had not
had a new coach too. Therefore, resolving to ruin Tom,
she complained to the king that he had been saucy to
her. The king sent for him in a rage. Tom, to escape
his fury, crept into an empty snail-shell, and there
lay until he was almost starved; when peeping out of
the shell, he saw a fine large butterfly settled on the
ground. He now ventured out, and getting astride, the
butterfly took wing, and mounted into the air with
little Tom on his back. Away he flew from field to
field and from tree to tree, and at last returned to
the king's court. The king, queen, and nobles all
strove to catch him but could not. At length poor Tom
slipped from his seat, and fell into a watering pot, in
which he was almost drowned.
The queen vowed his head should be cut off; but while
they were getting ready to do it, he was secured once
more in a
mouse-  trap; when the cat seeing something stir, and supposing
it to be a mouse, patted the trap about till she broke
it, and set Tom at liberty.
Soon afterwards a spider, taking him for a fly, made at
him. Tom drew his sword and fought valiantly, but the
spider's poisonous breath at last overcame him.
He fell dead on the ground where late he had stood,
And the spider sucked up the last drop of his blood.
King Thunstone and his whole court went into mourning
for little Tom Thumb. They buried him under a rosebush,
and raised a nice white marble monument over his grave,
with the following epitaph:—
"Here lies Tom Thumb, King Arthur's knight,
Who died by spider's cruel bite.
He was well known in Arthur's court,
Where he afforded gallant sport;
He rode at tilt and tournament,
And on a mouse a-hunting went;
Alive he filled the court with mirth,
His death to sorrow soon gave birth.
Wipe, wipe your eyes, and shake your head
And cry, 'Alas! Tom Thumb is dead.' "