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In his last letter to me Caldecott wrote: 'I have been making several attempts at the Giant, and have been cogitating over the Illustrations to "Jack" generally. During the winter I shall be able to show you some of my ideas.' The following unfinished Sketches are the 'ideas,' which, with Mrs. Caldecott's kind permission, have been reproduced.
JACK was a poor widow's heir, but he lived as a drone
in a beehive,
Hardly a handstir a day did he work. To squander her
earnings
Seem'd to the poor widow hard, who raved and scolded
him always.
Nought in her house was left; not a cheese, not a loaf,
not an onion;
Nought but a cow in her yard, and that must go to the
market.
"Sell me the cow," cried she; then he sold it, gad! for a
handful——
Only to think!———of beans. She shied them out thro'
the window,
Cursing him: hied to her bed, there slept, but awoke in
amazeme