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A History of Roman Literature

A History of Roman Literature

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Formatted for the Kindle. Linked Contents:<br>Introduction<br>PART I<br>I. Prehistoric man \u2014 His language one of signs and sounds \u2014 The story of Psammetichus and the Two Babies \u2014 Idiom of language a survival of primitive peoples<br>II. Modern types of early man \u2014 Sign-language of people living on the globe to-day \u2014 The custom of the Uvinza grandees \u2014 The \"good-morning\" of the Walunga tribe \u2014 Signs of hospitality in the sign vocabulary of the North American Indian \u2014 The \"attingere extremis digitis\" of the Romans \u2014 Clap-hands one of the first lessons of the Nursery \u2014 The modern survival of hand-clapping \u2014 \"Is it rude to shake hands, Nurse?\" \u2014 A hypercritical mother \u2014 Plato's rebuke \u2014 Agesilaus and his children \u2014 Nursery classics and critical babies \u2014 \"Lalla, lalla, lalla\" of the Roman child \u2014 The well-known baby dance of \"Crow and caper, caper and crow\"<br>III. Writers on comparative religions show that entire religious observances come down to modern peoples from heathen sources \u2014 The Bohemian Peasant and his Apple Tree \u2014 A myth of long descent found in the rhyme of \"A Woman, a Spaniel, and Walnut Tree\"; our modern \"Pippin, pippin, fly away,\" indicates the same sentiment \u2014 The fairy tale of Ashputtel and the Golden Slipper, the legend from which came our story of Cinderella \u2014 Tylor on Children's Sports \u2014 The mystery of Northern Europe at Christ's coming \u2014 The Baby's Rattle \u2014 Ancestral worship follows sun and moon worship, and gives us the tales of fairies, goblins, and elves \u2014 Boyd Dawkins' story of the Isle of Man farmer \u2014 A Scandinavian Manxman \u2014 Modernised lullaby of a Polish mother \u2014 \"Shine, Stars\" \u2014 \"Rain, rain, go away\" \u2014 Wind making \u2014 Lullabies \u2014 Bulgarian, German, \"Sleep, Baby, Sleep\" \u2014 The lullaby of the Black Guitar \u2014 \"Baby, go to Sleep\" \u2014 English version, \"Hush thee, my Babby\" \u2014 Danish lullaby of \"Sweetly sleep, my little Child\" \u2014 \"Bye, baby bunting\"<br>IV. Elf-land \u2014 Old-time superstitions \u2014 A custom of providing a feast for the dead known in Yorkshire, North-west Ireland, and in Armenia \u2014 The Erl King of Goethe \u2014 Ballet of the Leaf-dressed Girl \u2014 The Spirit of the Waters \u2014 An Irish legend of Fior Usga \u2014 Scotch superstition \u2014 Jenny Greenteeth of Lancashire \u2014 The Merrow of the West of Ireland \u2014 Soul Cages \u2014 The German rhyme of \"O Man of the Sea, come list unto Me\" \u2014 Mysticism among uncivilised races \u2014 The Corn Spirit \u2014 The Rye-wolf \u2014 \"The Cow's in the Corn\" \u2014 \"Ring a ring a rosies\" \u2014 \"Cuckoo Cherry Tree\" \u2014 Our earliest song, \"Summer is a-coming in\" \u2014 \"Hot Cockles\" at Yorkshire funerals \u2014 \"Over the Cuckoo Hill, I oh!\" \u2014 Indian Lore<br>PART II<br>I. Games \u2014 Whipping-tops, Marbles, etc. \u2014 \"I am good at Scourging of my Toppe,\" date 15 \u2014 (?) \u2014 Dice and Pitch-and-Toss \u2014 \"Dab a Prin in my Lottery Book\" \u2014 \"A' the Birds of the Air\" \u2014 Hop Scotch \u2014 \"Zickety, dickety, dock\" \u2014 \"All good Children go to Heaven\" \u2014 \"Mary at the Cottage Door.\" <br>Marriage Games \u2014 \"If ever I Marry I'll Marry a Maid,\" 1557 A.D. \u2014 London Street Games \u2014 A Wedding \u2014 \"Choose one, choose two, choose the nearest one to you\" \u2014 \"Rosy Apple, Lemon, and Pear\" \u2014 The King of the Barbarines \u2014 \"I've got Gold and I've got Silver\" \u2014 A Lancashire Round Game \u2014 \"Fol th' riddle, I do, I do, I do\" \u2014 Round Game of the Mulberry Bush \u2014 \"Pray, Mr. Fox, what time is it?\" \u2014 \"Mother, buy me a Milking Can\" \u2014 \"Here comes a Poor Sailor from Botany Bay\" \u2014 \"Can I get there by Candle-light?\"<br>II. Nursery Games\u2014 A Game for a Wet Day \u2014 \"Cows and Horses walk on four legs\" \u2014 A Game nearly 300 years old \u2014 \"There were two birds sitting on a stone\" \u2014 A B C Game \u2014 \"Hi diddle diddle\" \u2014 \"I Apprentice my Son\" \u2014 An Armenian Child's Game, \"Jack's Alive\" \u2014 Russian Superstition<br>III. Jewish Rhymes<br>...

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