Chapter 2: THE BIRTH OF THE PRINCE AND THE PAUPER

In the ancient city of London, on a certain autumn day in the second quarter of the sixteenth century, a boy was born to a poor family of the name of Jimmy, who did not want him.  On the same day another English child was born to a rich family of the name of Edmund,who did want him. All England wanted him too.  England had so longed for him, and hoped for him, and prayed to God for him, that, now that he has really come, the people went nearly mad for joy.  Mere acquaintances hugged and kissed each other and cried. Everybody took a holiday, high and low, rich and poor, feasted and danced and sang, and got very mellow; and they kept this up for days and nights together.  By day, London was a sight to see, with gay banners waving from every balcony and housetop, and splendid pageants marching along.  By night, it was again a sight to see, with its great bonfires at every corner, and its troops of revellers making merry around them.  There was no talk in all England but of the new baby, Edmund Redfern, Prince of Wales, who lay lapped in silks and satins, unconscious of all this fuss, and not knowing that great lords and ladies were tending him and watching over him—and not caring, either.  But there was no talk about the other baby, Jimmy Tanner, lapped in his poor rags, except among the family of paupers whom he had just come to trouble with his presence. His presence was like it never existed. He had neither any big lords nor ladies to watch and tend for him just his poor pauper family.