Through the Looking-Glass
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Through the Looking-Glass
Chapter 1
[Illustration] THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS And What Alice Found There By Lewis Carroll The Millennium Fulcrum Edition 1.7 DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. (_As arranged before commencement of game. _) WHITE RED. PIECES. PAWNS. PAWNS. PIECES. Tweedledee. Daisy. Daisy. Humpty Dumpty. Unicorn. Haigha. Messenger. Carpenter. Sheep. Oyster. Oyster. Walrus. Queen. “Lily.” Tiger-lily. Queen. King. Fawn. Rose. King. Aged man. Oyster. Oyster. Crow. Knight. Hatta. Frog. Knight. Tweedledum. Daisy. Daisy. Lion. _RED. _ [Illustration: chessboard] _WHITE. _ White Pawn (Alice) to play, and win in eleven moves. Alice meets R. Q. to K. R.’s 4th 2. Alice through Q.’s 3d (_by railway_) to 4th (_Tweedledum and Tweedledee_) 2. Q. to Q. B.’s 4th (_after shawl_) 3. Alice meets W. Q. (_with shawl_) 3. Q. to Q.B.’s 5th (_becomes sheep_) 4. Alice to Q.’s 5th (_shop, river, shop_) 4. Q. to K. B.’s 8th (_leaves egg on shelf_) 5. Alice to Q.’s 6th (_Humpty Dumpty_) 5. Q. to Q. B.’s 8th (_flying from R. Kt. _) 6. Alice to Q.’s 7th (_forest_) 6. Kt. to K.’s 2nd (ch.) W.Kt. takes R.Kt. Kt. to K. B’s 5th 8. Alice to Q.’s 8th (_coronation_) 8. Q. to K.’s sq. (_examination_) 9. Alice becomes Queen 9. Queens castle 10. Alice castles (_feast_) 10. W.Q. to Q.R.’s 6th (_soup_) 11. Alice takes R.Q. & wins Child of the pure unclouded brow And dreaming eyes of wonder! Though time be fleet, and I and thou Are half a life asunder, Thy loving smile will surely hail The love-gift of a fairy-tale. I have not seen thy sunny face, Nor heard thy silver laughter; No thought of me shall find a place In thy young life’s hereafter— Enough that now thou wilt not fail To listen to my fairy-tale. A tale begun in other days, When summer suns were glowing— A simple chime, that served to time The rhythm of our rowing— Whose echoes live in memory yet, Though envious years would say ‘forget.’ Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread, With bitter tidings laden, Shall summon to unwelcome bed A melancholy maiden! We are but older children, dear, Who fret to find our bedtime near. Without, the frost, the blinding snow, The storm-wind’s moody madness— Within, the firelight’s ruddy glow, And childhood’s nest of gladness. The magic words shall hold thee fast: Thou shalt not heed the raving blast. And though the shadow of a sigh May tremble through the story, For ‘happy summer days’ gone by, And vanish’d summer glory— It shall not touch with breath of bale The pleasance of our fairy-tale. Contents
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