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Heinrich Hoffmann
Heinrich Hoffmann (1809–1894) was a German psychiatrist and author, best known for his children's book "Struwwelpeter" (1845), a collection of cautionary tales with dark humor and moral lessons. Hoffmann wrote the book to entertain his own son, after struggling to find suitable children's literature. His vivid and often frightening illustrations and stories gained wide popularity, making "Struwwelpeter" a classic in children's literature. Aside from writing, Hoffmann was also an accomplished physician, serving as the director of a mental asylum in Frankfurt for much of his career.
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Merry Stories And Funny PicturesWhen the children have been good,That is, be it understood,Good at meal-times, good at play,Good all night and good all day—They shall have the pretty thingsMerry Christmas always brings. Naughty, romping girls and boysTear their clothes and make a noise,Spoil their pinafores and frocks,And deserve no Christmas-box.Such as these shall never lookAt this pretty...
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Slovenly BetsyBetsy would never wash herselfWhen from her bed she rose,But just as quickly as she couldShe hurried on her clothes.To keep her clothes all nice and cleanMiss Betsy took no pains;In holes her stockings always were,Her dresses filled with stains.Sometimes she went day after dayAnd never combed her hair,While little feathers from her bedStuck on it here and there.The schoolboys, when they...
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