FREE ESSAY ON PSYCHOTIC OR GIFTED?

PSYCHOTIC OR GIFTED?

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 Canty, who did not want
him. On the same day another English child was born to a rich family of the name of
Tudor, who did want him. All England wanted him too. England had so longed for him, and
hoped for him, and prayed God for him, that, now that he was really come, the people went
nearly mad for joy. Mere acquaintances hugged and kissed each other and cried. Everybody
took a holiday, and 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 revelers making merry around them. There was no talk
in all England but of the new baby, Edward Tudor, 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, Tom Canty, lapped in his poor rags, except among the family of
paupers whom he had just come to to talk.