The Emperor's New Clothes

A Children's Story Classic

Many years ago, there was an Emperor, who was so
excessively fond of new clothes, that he spent all his
money on clothes. He did not trouble himself in the least
about his soldiers; nor did he care to go either to the
theatre or the chase, except for the opportunities they
afforded him for displaying his new clothes. He had a
different suit for each hour of the day; and he spent
more time with his wardrobe than he did handling his
country’s affairs.

Time passed merrily in the large town which was his
capital; strangers arrived every day at the court. One
day, two rogues, calling themselves weavers, made
their appearance. They gave out that they knew how to
weave stuffs of the most beautiful colors and elaborate
patterns, the clothes manufactured from which should
have the wonderful property of remaining invisible to
everyone who was unfit for the office he held, or who
was extraordinarily simple in character.
"I should like to know how the weavers are getting on with my cloth," said the Emperor
to himself, after some little time had elapsed; he was, however, rather embarrassed, when
he remembered that a simpleton, or one unfit for his office, would be unable to see the
material. To be sure, he thought he had nothing to risk in his own person; but yet, he
would prefer sending somebody else, to bring him intelligence about the weavers, and
their work, before he troubled himself in the affair. All the people throughout the city had
heard of the wonderful property the cloth was to possess; and all were anxious to learn
how wise, or how ignorant, their neighbors might prove to be.

"I will send my faithful old minister to the weavers," said the Emperor at last, after some
deliberation, "he will be best able to see how the cloth looks; for he is a man of sense, and
no one can be more suitable for his office than he is."

So the faithful old minister went into the hall, where the men were working with all their
might, at their empty looms. "What can be the meaning of this?" thought the old man,
opening his eyes very wide. "I cannot discover the least bit of thread on the looms."
However, he did not express his thoughts aloud.

The impostors requested him very courteously to be so good as to come nearer their
looms; and then asked him whether the design pleased him, and whether the colors were
not very beautiful; at the same time pointing to the empty frames. The poor old minister
looked and looked, he could not discover anything on the looms, for a very good reason,
because there was nothing there. "What!" thought he again. "Is it possible that I am a
simpleton? I have never thought so myself; and no one must know it now if I am so. Can
it be, that I am unfit for my office? No, that must not be said either. I will never confess
that I could not see the stuff."

"Well, Sir Minister!" said one of the men, still pretending to work. "You do not say
whether the stuff pleases you."

"Oh, it is excellent!" replied the old minister, looking at the loom through his spectacles.
"This pattern, and the colors, yes, I will tell the Emperor without delay, how very beautiful
I think them."

"We shall be much obliged to you," said the impostors, and then they named the different
colors and described the pattern of the pretend stuff. The old minister listened attentively
to their words, in order that he might repeat them to the Emperor; and then the men asked
for more silk and gold, saying that it was necessary to complete what they had begun.
However, they put all that was given them into their knapsacks; and continued to work
with as much apparent diligence as before at their empty looms.

The Emperor now sent another officer of his court to see how the men were getting on,
and to ascertain whether the cloth would soon be ready. It was just the same with this
gentleman as with the minister; he surveyed the looms on all sides, but could see nothing
at all but the empty frames.

"Does not the stuff appear as beautiful to you, as it did to my lord the minister?" asked the
impostors of the Emperor's second ambassador; at the same time making the same
gestures as before, and talking of the design and colors which were not there.

"I certainly am not stupid!" thought the messenger. "It must be, that I am not fit for my
good, profitable office! That is very odd; however, no one shall know anything about it."
And accordingly he praised the stuff he could not see, and declared that he was delighted
with both colors and patterns. "Indeed, please your Imperial Majesty," said he to his
emperor when he returned, "the cloth which the weavers are preparing is extraordinarily
magnificent."

The whole city was talking of the splendid cloth which the Emperor had ordered to be
woven at his own expense.

And now the Emperor himself wished to see the costly fabric, while it was still in the
loom. Accompanied by a select number of officers of the court, among whom were the
two honest men who had already admired the cloth, he went to the crafty impostors,
who, as soon as they were aware of the Emperor's approach, went on working more
diligently than ever; although they still did not pass a single thread through the looms.

"Is not the work absolutely magnificent?" said the two officers of the crown, already
mentioned. "If your Majesty will only be pleased to look at it! What a splendid design!
What glorious colors!" and at the same time they pointed to the empty frames; for they
imagined that everyone else could see this exquisite piece of workmanship.

"How is this?" said the Emperor to himself. "I can see nothing! This is indeed a terrible
affair! Am I a simpleton, or am I unfit to be an Emperor? That would be the worst thing
that could happen--Oh! the cloth is charming," said he, aloud. "It has my complete
approval." And he smiled most graciously, and looked closely at the empty looms; for on
no account would he say that he could not see what two of the officers of his court had
praised so much. All his staff now strained their eyes, hoping to discover something on
the looms, but they could see no more than the others; nevertheless, they all exclaimed,
"Oh, how beautiful!" and advised his majesty to have some new clothes made from this
splendid material, for the approaching procession. "Magnificent! Charming! Excellent!"
resounded on all sides; and everyone was uncommonly happy. The Emperor shared in the
general satisfaction; and presented the impostors with the ribbon of an order of
knighthood, to be worn in their button-holes, and the title of "Gentlemen Weavers."

The rogues sat up the whole night before the procession was to take place, and had
sixteen lights burning, so that everyone might see how anxious they were to finish the
Emperor's new suit. They pretended to roll the cloth off the looms; cut the air with their
scissors; and sewed with needles without any thread in them. "See!" cried they, at last.
"The Emperor's new clothes are ready!"

And now the Emperor, with all the grandees of his court, came to the weavers; and the
rogues raised their arms, as if in the act of holding something up, saying, "Here are your
Majesty's trousers! Here is the scarf! Here is the mantle! The whole suit is as light as a
cobweb; one might fancy one has nothing at all on, when dressed in it; that, however, is
the great virtue of this delicate cloth."

"Yes indeed!" said all the courtiers, although not one of them could see anything of this
exquisite manufacture.

"If your Imperial Majesty will be graciously pleased to take off your clothes, we will fit on
the new suit, in front of the looking glass."

The Emperor was accordingly undressed, and the rogues pretended to array him in his
new suit; the Emperor turning round, from side to side, before the looking glass.

"How splendid his Majesty looks in his new clothes, and how well they fit!" everyone
cried out. "What a design! What colors! These are indeed royal robes!"

"The canopy which is to be borne over your Majesty, in the procession, is waiting,"
announced the chief master of the ceremonies.

"I am quite ready," answered the Emperor. "Do my new clothes fit well?" asked he,
turning himself round again before the looking glass, in order that he might appear to be
examining his handsome suit.

The lords of the bedchamber, who were to carry his Majesty's train felt about on the
ground, as if they were lifting up the ends of the mantle; and pretended to be carrying
something; for they would by no means betray anything like simplicity, or unfitness for
their office.

So now the Emperor walked under his high canopy in the midst of the procession,
through the streets of his capital; and all the people standing by, and those at the windows,
cried out, "Oh! How beautiful are the Emperor's new clothes! What a magnificent train
there is to the mantle; and how gracefully the scarf hangs!" in short, no one would admit
that he could not see these much-admired clothes; because, in doing so, he would have
declared himself either a simpleton or unfit for his office. Certainly, none of the Emperor's
various suits, had ever made so great an impression, as these invisible ones.

"But the Emperor has nothing at all on!" said a little child.

"Listen to the voice of innocence!" exclaimed his father; and what the child had said was
whispered from one to another.

"But he has nothing at all on!" at last cried out all the people. The Emperor was vexed, for
he knew that the people were right; but he thought the procession must go on now! And
the lords of the bedchamber took greater pains than ever, to appear holding up a train,
although, in reality, there was no train to hold.
Thanks for telling your friends about us  --  www.FamilyBooksandCDs.com
Copyright ©  2004-Present  Family Books and CDs – All Rights Reserved.
Family Books and CDs
Adobe Reader 5.0 or
higher is required to
view stories
Click here for
Printable Story (PDF)
Version
Home

Books, Study Aids
Books
Study Aids

Audio CDs
Children's Stories
Baby Lullabies

Gift Ideas
Baby Shower Gifts
Christmas Gifts
Birthday Gifts

For Parents
Articles
Parent Resources

Free Downloads
Coloring Pages
Children's Stories
Coloring Books
Fun & Games
Christmas Stories
Christmas Carols

About Us
The Emperor
"These must, indeed, be splendid clothes!" thought the Emperor. "Had I such a suit, I
might at once find out what men in my realms are unfit for their office, and also be able
to distinguish the wise from the foolish! This stuff must be woven for me immediately."
And he caused large sums of money to be given to both the weavers in order that they
might begin their work directly.

So the two pretend weavers set up two looms, and affected to work very busily, though
in reality they did nothing at all. They asked for the most delicate silk and the purest gold
thread; put both into their own knapsacks; and then continued their pretend work at the
empty looms until late at night.
Great Family Sites:
     Caregiver Support
     Family Vacations
     Cabin Rentals
     Beach Vacations
     Motorhome Rentals
     Cruise Vacations
     Cat Pictures Galore
     Dog Pictures Galore