n.p. n.p., [circa 1912]. First Edition. Hardcover. 8vo. Original typescript bound in burgundy boards with gilt title stamping to front cover. Scuffing and bumping to corners. Frontispiece portrait of the author tipped in, inscribed and dated: "To my Friend, Mrs. Pearson / from the "Perpetrator" / Samuel Rosendale / Dec. 22nd, 1912." Occasional authorial edits and corrections to text handwritten in ink. Moderate page toning. 60pp. Very good +. Item #23766
Eight original fairy tales, self-published and dedicated to the memory of Rosendale's daughter (deceased) and granddaughter. Prefaced by a becomingly modest "Apology" for their alleged deficiencies: "They have no virtues, other than that, in times of stress, they will quiet and put to sleep restless children, without the use of any other, and perhaps worse, soporific." Notwithstanding this disclaimer, the stories are polished, charming, and fresh, despite their evident debt to the Arabian Nights, Andrew Lang, and various traditional sources.
Some of the more striking titles include:
LIMPY, an uncompromising moral tale of a man punished for his cruelty to animals: "When the monster loosened his hold, I jumped and fell down into the sea, where a great fish swallowed me. It must have been a whale -- for sometimes he would throw me high up in the air when he spouted and then catch me, and keep on swallowing and throwing me up until he tired of the sport -- and so did I." "Well," said 'Limpy', I guess you got what was coming to you." In the end, "the little man had gone and he never was seen again, nor was the turtle. Perhaps he had gotten naughty again and had to go back into the turtle."
THE FAIRY PRINCE, about "a very nice girl, kind and good to the sick and the poor, and for this reason, and because she was not a boy, the king, her father, hated and was cruel to her, and finally he would no longer permit her to live in a castle, but compelled her to live in a part of the celler under the castle and which was always guarded by some of this soldiers. Here she was very miserable."
THE FARMER'S WISH, AND WHAT CAME OF IT, about a farmer who in frustration wished for it to rain pitchforks. "Now, he didn't want it to rain pitchforks, any more than you do when you say the same thing yourself, but the fairies heard it, and thought it would be a good time to teach him a lesson to be careful and moderate with his language and not be bothering them with his silly wishes."
The author, born in Albany, NY in 1844, died in Minneapolis in 1917 after spending much of his life in Milwaukee; his name is recorded as a director of the Milwaukee and Superior Railroad Company. No references to this title or other writings by Rosendale were found in OCLC or elsewhere. Rare; perhaps unique.