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Dorothy Lathrop ~ The Little Mermaid ~ 1939 ~ via
In her garden she would have nothing but the rosy flowers like the sun up above, except a statue of a beautiful boy, hewn out of the purest white marble.


Dorothy Lathrop ~ The Little Mermaid ~ 1939 ~ via
In the middle of the room was a broad stream of running water, and on this stream the mermaids and mermen danced to their own beautiful singing.



Dorothy Lathrop ~ The Little Mermaid ~ 1939 ~ via
At the mere sight of the bright liquid which sparkled in her hands like a shining star, they drew back in terror.


Dorothy Lathrop ~ The Little Mermaid ~ 1939 ~ via
One night her sisters came. They sang so sorrowfully as they swam on the water that she beckoned to them and they told her how she had grieved them all.

Dorothy Lathrop ~ The Little Mermaid ~ 1939 ~ via
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Dorothy Lathrop ~ The Little Mermaid ~ 1939 ~ via
Far out at sea…






Dorothy Lathrop ~ The Little Mermaid ~ 1939 ~ via
His limbs were numbed, his beautiful eyes were closing, and he must have died if the little mermaid had not come to his rescue. She held his head above the water and let the waves drive them whithersoever they would.



Dorothy Lathrop ~ The Little Mermaid ~ 1939 ~ via
Nothing gave her more pleasure than to hear about the world of human beings up above. Her old grandmother told her all that she knew.




Dorothy Lathrop ~ The Little Mermaid ~ 1939 ~ via
She could never forget the lovely children who could swim in the water, though they had no fishes’ tails.


Dorothy Lathrop ~ The Little Mermaid ~ 1939 ~ via
There were six beautiful children, but the youngest was the prettiest of all.



Dorothy Lathrop ~ The Little Mermaid ~ 1939 ~ via
There sat the sea witch. She called the hideous water snakes her little chickens, and allowed them to crawl about on her unsightly bosom.



Dorothy Lathrop ~ The Little Mermaid ~ 1939 ~ via
One night she saw, a long way out, her old grandmother, and the Merman King with his crown on his head. They stretched out their hands to her.



Dorothy Lathrop ~ The Little Mermaid ~ 1939 ~ via
He loved her as one loves a good sweet child, but it never entered his head to make her his queen.
John Duncan - Hymn to the Rose (1907)