In the preceding chapter it was noted how the wondrous boy-Tages was believed in by the ancients. "Jack and the Beanstalk," our modern tale, though adapted to the present age, is the same legend, and known and told in their own way by the Zulus in South Africa and by the Redskin of North America, as well as to other isolated peoples. In these tales of primitive peoples the same wonderful miracle of the soil's fertility takes place, in the one case by the birth of the boy-Tages, in the other by the marvellous growth of the twisting beanstalks which ANOTHER JACK OF THE NURSERY CLASSICSsprang up into being after the wars of Parliament, when the pleasure-hating Puritan gained an ascendency in the land, and when the pastimes of all classes, but more especially those of the lower orders who had been so happy and contented under the Tudor sovereigns, suffered a miserable suspension. They who were "Jack Horner was a pretty lad, near London he did dwell, His father's heart he made full glad, his mother loved him well. A pretty boy of curious wit, all people spoke his praise, And in a corner he would sit on Christmas Holy-days. When friends they did together meet to pass away the time, Why, little Jack, he sure would eat his Christmas pie in rhyme, And with his thumb pulls out a plum, Saying, What a good boy am I.'" The copy of the history of Jack Horner, containing his witty pranks and the tricks he played upon people from his youth to old age, is preserved in the Bodleian Library. There are a number of men and women who recall a time when the rhymes of "Jack Horner" and "Jack the Giant Killer" appeared finer than anything in Shakespeare; but this much may be said for "Jack Horner," the cavalier's song of derision at the straight-laced Puritan, that it soon lost its political signification, gradually becoming used as a mark of respect. "Thus few were like him far and nigh, When he to age was come, As being only fourteen inches high, A giant to Tom Thumb." |