The Works of Eugene Field is a collection of poetry and essays by American author Eugene Field, originally published by Charles Scribner's Sons in 1896 under the title The Writings in Prose and Verse of Eugene Field. Known for his children's poetry, especially the light-hearted "Wynken, Blynken, and Nod," Field was a journalist who found his niche in poetry and humor writing. The original collection, published after Field's death and including artwork and letters from the author, is a charming set of books compiling all his works. Republished here for young readers and collectors of Americana, The Works of Eugene Field is sure to delight audiences young and old. Volume IV of this twelve-volume set, Poems of Childhood, is the third collection of poetry in the series, separated into two sections, "With Trumpet and Drum," and "Love-Songs of Childhood." It contains several verses also printed in Volume I, A Little Book of Western Verse, which was the way Field arranged it when originally planning the series. EUGENE FIELD (1850-1895) was an American author known for his humorous essays and children's poetry. Interested in many subjects and unable to decide what to do with his life, Field attended three colleges-Williams College, Knox College, and University of Missouri-tried his hand at acting, law, and journalism, and traveled Europe before meeting his wife and becoming city editor for the St. Joseph Gazette in St. Joseph, Missouri. He wrote and edited for several newspapers, establishing himself as a humor writer and publishing poetry. He died of a heart-attack at 45.
In the dark of the night, in the deep of the woods, there dwells a creature that is neither man nor beast. Considered by some to be supernatural, many would call his plight a curse. The curse of the werewolf. Hunted, feared, and deified this snarling being is the stuff legends are made of. This classic tale of terror from noted children's author Eugene Field will have you howling at the moon!
As a little mouse dances on Christmas Eve, she tells the story of her unfortunate sister, who was caught by the cat. Eventually, the moonbeam enters shines through the window, and, asked for a story, tells the tale of Dimas, whose father watched the sheep in the hills above Bethlehem on the first Christmas, and who again met the baby born that night, 33 years later on Calvary.
Never, however, have I wholly ceased to regret the loss of the Elzevir, for an Elzevir is to me one of the most gladdening sights human eye can rest upon. In his life of the elder Aldus, Renouard says: "How few are there of those who esteem and pay so dearly for these pretty editions who know that the type that so much please them are the work of Francis Garamond, who cast them one hundred years before at Paris."