The Prince and the Pauper

In the ancient city of London, on a certain autumn day in the second quarter of thesixteenth century, a boy was born to a poor family of the name of Canty, who did notwant him. On the same day another English child was born to a rich family of the nameof Tudor, who did want him. All England wanted him too. England had so longed for him, and hoped for him, and prayed God for him, that, now that he was really come, the peoplewent nearly mad for joy. Mere acquaintances hugged and kissed each other and cried.Everybody took a holiday, and high and low, rich and poor, feasted and danced and sang, and got very mellow; and they kept this up for days and nights together. By day, Londonwas a sight to see, with gay banners waving from every balcony and housetop, andsplendid pageants marching along. By night, it was again a sight to see, with its greatbonfires at every corner, and its troops of revellers making merry around them. Therewas no talk in all England but of the new baby, Edward Tudor, Prince of Wales, who laylapped in silks and satins, unconscious of all this fuss, and not knowing that great lordsand ladies were tending him and watching over him-and not caring, either. But therewas no talk about the other baby, Tom Canty, lapped in his poor rags, except among thefamily of paupers whom he had just come to trouble with his presence.