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Entered according to Act of Congress, in June, 1867, by J. W. Burke k Cos., in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for the So. District of Georgia Yol. I. LITTLE RED-BI DING HOOD. BY MISS MULOCHj Author of “ John Halifax, Gent.” jm* tiest ever seen. jP Her mother was foolishly fond of her, and her grandmo ther likewise. The old woman made for her a little hood, which be came the damsel so well that ever after she went by the name of Little Red-Riding-llood. One day, when her mother was making cakes, she said, “My chiid, you shall go and see your grand mother, for I hear she is not well; and you shall take her some of these cakes, and a pot i of butter.” Tittle Red-Riding | Hood was delighted to go, though it was a long I walk; but she was a I good child, and fond of 1 her kind grandmother. I bussing through a wood pbo met a great wolf, ■ who was most eager to I cat her up, but dared loot, because of a wood-cutter who was ■ busy hard by*. So he only came and ask |cd her politely where she was going.— |bhe poor child, who did not know how ■dangerous it is to stop and speak to wolves, MACON, GrA., JANUARY J, 1868. replied: “I am going to see my grand mother, and to take her a cake and a pot of butter, which my mother has sent her.” “Is it very far from lienee?” asked the wolf. “ Oh, y~es, it is just above the mill which you may r see up there— the first house you come to in the village.” “ Well,” said the wolf, “ I will go there also, to inquire after your ex cellent grandmother. I will go one way, and y T ou the other, and we will see who can be there first.” So he ran as fast as ever he could, taking the shortest road, hut the little maiden took the longest; for she stopped to pluck roses in the wood, to chase butterflies, and gather nosegays of the prettiest flowers she could find— she was such a happy and innocent little soul. The wolf was not long in reaching the grand mot h e r’s door. He knocked, Toe—toe, and the grandmother said, “Who is there?” “ It is yrnur child, Lit tle Red- Riding-Hood,” replied the wicked beast imitating the girl’s voice ; “ I bring you a cake and a pot of but ter, which my mother has sent you.” The grandmother, who was ill in her bed, said : “ Very well, my' dear, pull the string and the latch will open.” The wolf pulled the string —the door flew open ; he leaped in, fell upon the poor old woman, and ate her up in less than no No. 27