Guided Sleep Meditation & Sleep Hypnosis from Sleep Cove - The Child's Story by Charles Dickens
Episode Date: July 23, 2025Tonight, I am reading the Child's Story by Charles Dickens. Originally published in the 1800s, The Child's Story is a timeless account of the journey we all take from carefree childhood to spontaneous... youth, to adulthood and marriage, and into our golden years. It is nearly 150 years after its original publication, and I still find it quite profound and emotional. Please leave a 5-star review & SUBSCRIBE on Apple and Spotify. Sleep Cove Premium Become a Premium Member for Bonus Episodes & Ad-Free listening: Visit https://www.sleepcove.com/support and become a Premium Member. Get Instant Access and sign up in two taps. The Sleep Cove Premium Feed includes: - Access to over 400 Ad-free Episodes - Regular Exclusive Bonus Episodes - A Back Catalogue of Dozens of Exclusive Episodes - Full Audiobooks like Alice in Wonderland - Your name read out on the Show - Our Love! Get your 7-day free trial: https://sleepcove.com/support For Apple users, click the TRY FREE button for a 2-week free trial and become a Premium Member Today. Support our Sponsors: Go to Zoe.com and find out what ZOE Membership could do for you. And because you listen to Sleep Cove, you can use the exclusive code SLEEPCOVE10 to to get 10% off membership. Our Sister Shows: - Calm Cove - https://link.chtbl.com/bgSKfkbt - Relaxing Music & Ambient Sounds - Mysteries at Midnight - Mystery Bedtime Stories - https://link.chtbl.com/skj6YFah - Let's Begin - Daytime Meditations with wake sections at the end - https://link.chtbl.com/Z--DgSH4 - YouTube Bedtime Story Channel - https://rb.gy/t7wyjk - YouTube Sleep Hypnosis & Meditation Channel - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UClE6WJgPYRBtwVQ1qDBrbqw Connect: - Join the Newsletter for a Bonus Meditation - https://www.sleepcove.com/bonus - Facebook: https://rb.gy/azpdrd - Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/sleep_cove/ - TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@sleepcovechris Recommended Products: Comfortable Sleep Headphones - https://www.sleepcove.com/headphones The Best Mattress from Puffy: https://sleepcove.com/puffy _______________ All Content by Sleep Cove is for educational or entertainment purposes and does not provide or replace professional medical advice, diagnosis or treatment. Always seek the advice of your medical professional before making any changes to your treatment and if in any doubt, contact your doctor. Please listen in a place where you can safely go to sleep. Sleep Cove is not responsible or liable for any loss, damage or injury arising from the use of this content. _________________ Sleep Cove content includes guided sleep meditations, sleep hypnosis (hypnotherapy), sleep stories (visualizations) and Bedtime Stories for adults and grown-ups, all designed to help you get a great night's sleep Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
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Tonight, I'm reading The Child Story by Charles Dickens.
Originally published in the main main...
1800s. The child's story is a timeless account of the journey we all take, from carefree
childhood and spontaneous youth, through adulthood and marriage, and into our golden years.
It's now almost 150 years after its original publication, and I found this story still quite profound.
and a little emotional.
And I really hope you do too.
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So let's begin the child story by Charles Dickens.
Once upon a time, a good many years ago, there was a traveller, and he set out upon a journey.
It was a magic journey, and was to seem very long when he began it, and very short, when he got halfway through.
He travelled along a rather dark path for some little time without meeting anything.
Until at last he came to a beautiful child.
So he said to the child, what do you do here?
And the child said,
I am always at play.
Come and play with me.
So he played with that child.
the whole day long, and they were very merry.
The sky was so blue, the sun was so bright,
the water was so sparkling,
the leaves were so green,
the flowers were so lovely,
and they heard such singing birds
and saw so many butterflies,
that everything was beautiful.
This was in fine weather.
When it rained,
they loved to watch the falling drops
and to smell the fresh sense.
When it blew,
it was delightful to listen to the wind
and fancy what it said
as it came rushing from its home.
Where was that, they wondered? Whistling and howling, driving the clouds before it,
bending the trees, rumbling in the chimneys, shaking the house, and making the sea roar in
fury. But when it snowed, that was best of all, for they liked nothing so well as to look up at the white
flakes falling fast and thick, like down from the breasts of millions of white birds, and to see
how smooth and deep the drift was, and to listen to the hush upon the paths and roads.
They had plenty of the finest toys in the world, and the most astonishing picture books,
all about scimitars and slippers and turbans
and dwarves and giants
and genie and fairies
and bluebeards and beanstalks
and riches and caverns
and forests and valetines and orsons
and all new and all true
but one day of a sudden
the traveller
lost the child. He called to him over and over again, but got no answer. So he went upon his road
and went on for a little while without meeting anything. Until at last, he came to a handsome boy.
So he said to the boy, What do you do here? And the boy said,
I'm always learning
Come and learn with me
So he learned
With that boy
About Jupiter and Juno
And the Greeks and the Romans
And I don't know what
And learned more than I could tell
Or he either
For he soon forgot
A great deal of it
But they were not always learning
They had the merriest games
that ever were played.
They rode upon the river in summer
and skated on the ice in winter.
They were active afoot
and active on horseback
at cricket and all games at ball.
At prisoners' base,
hare and hounds,
follow my leader,
and more sports
than I can think of
nobody could beat them
they had holidays too
and twelfth cakes and parties
where they danced till midnight
and real theatres
where they saw palaces of real gold and silver
rise out of the real earth
and saw all the wonders of the world at once
as to friends
they had such dear friends and so many of them that I want the time to reckon them up
they were all young like the handsome boy and were never to be strange to one another
all their lives through still one day in the midst of these pleasures
the traveller lost the boy as he had lost the child
and after calling to him in vain
went on upon his journey
so he went on for a little while
without seeing anything
until the last
he came to a young man
so he said to the young man
what do you do here
and the young man said
I'm always in love
come and love with me
so he went to
way with that young man, and presently they came to one of the prettiest girls that ever was seen.
Just like Fanny in the corner there.
She had eyes like Fanny and hair like Fanny and dimples like Fanny's,
and she laughed and coloured just as Fanny does while I was talking about her.
So the young man fell in love directly, just as somebody I won't mention.
The first time he came here did with Fanny.
Well, he was teased sometimes.
Just as somebody used to be by Fanny.
And they quarreled sometimes.
Just as somebody and Fanny used to quarrel.
And they made it up.
and sat in the dark and wrote letters every day,
and never were happy asunder,
and were always looking out for one another and pretending not to,
and were engaged at Christmas time,
and sat close to one another by the fire,
and were going to be married very soon,
all exactly, like somebody I won't mention,
and funny. But the traveller lost them one day, as he lost the rest of his friends,
and after calling to them to come back, which they never did, went on upon his journey.
So he went on for a little while, without seeing anything, until at last he came to a middle
aged gentleman. So he said to the gentleman, what are you doing here? And his answer was,
I'm always busy, come and be busy with me. So he began to be very busy with that gentleman,
and they went on through the wood together. The whole journey was through a wood, only it had been
open and green at first, like a wood in spring, and now began to be thick and dark,
like a wood in summer. Some of the little trees that had come out earliest were even turning brown.
The gentleman was not alone, but had a lady of about the same age with him, who was his wife,
and they had children who were with them too.
So they all went on together through the wood,
cutting down the trees and making a path through the branches and the fallen leaves
and carrying burdens and working hard.
Sometimes they came to a long green avenue
that opened into deeper woods.
Then they would hear a very little distant voice crying.
Father, father, I am another child.
Stop for me.
And presently, they would see a very little figure,
growing larger as it came along, running to join them.
when it came up they all crowded around it and kissed and welcomed it and then they all went on together
sometimes they came to several avenues at once and then they all stood still and one of the children said
Father, I'm going to see, and another said, Father, I'm going to India.
And another, Father, I'm going to seek my fortune where I can.
And another, Father, I'm going to heaven.
So, with many tears at parting, they went solitary.
down those avenues, each child upon its way, and the child who went to heaven rose into the golden air and vanished.
Whenever these partings happened, the traveller looked at the gentleman and saw him glance up at the sky above the trees,
where the day was beginning to decline and the sunset to come on.
He saw too that his hair was turning grey, but they never could rest long, for they had their
journey to perform, and it was necessary for them to be always busy.
At last there had been so many partings that there were no children left, and only the traveller,
the gentleman and the lady, went upon me.
their way in company. And now the wood was yellow, and now brown, and the leaves, even of the
forest trees, began to fall. So they came to an avenue that was darker than the rest,
and were pressing forward on their journey, without looking down it, when the lady stopped.
my husband said the lady i am called they listened and they heard a voice a long way down the avenue say
mother mother it was the voice of the first child who had said i'm going to heaven and the father said i pray not yet the sunset is very near i pray not yet
but the voice cried
Mother Mother
Without minding him
Though his hair was now quite white
And tears were on his face
Then the mother
Who was already drawn into the shade of the dark avenue
And moving away
With her arms
Stood round his neck
Kissed him and said
My dearest
I am summoned and I go
And she was gone
And the traveller
And he were left alone together
And they went on and on together
Until they came to
Very near the end of the wood
So near
That they could see the sunset
Shining red
Before them through the trees
Yet once more
while he broke his way among the branches.
The traveller lost his friend.
He called and called, but there was no reply,
and when he passed out of the wood
and saw the peaceful sun
going down upon a wide purple prospect,
he came to an old man sitting on a fallen tree.
So he said to the old man,
what do you do here?
And the old man said with a calm smile,
I am always remembering,
come and remember with me.
So the traveller sat down by the side of that old man,
face to face with the serene sunset,
and all his friends came softly back and stood around him.
The beautiful child,
the handsome boy, the young man in love, the father, mother and children, every one of them was there
and he had lost nothing. So he loved them all and it was kind and forbearing with them all
and I was always pleased to watch them all and they all honoured and loved him.
And I think the traveller must be yourself, dear grandfather, because this is what you do to us and what we do to you.
