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Fables of Yriarte, by Tomas de Iriarte
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Fables of Yriarte, by Tomas de Iriarte YRIARTE. (Tomás de Iriarte y Oropesa) TRANSLATED FROM THE SPANISH, BY GEO. H. DEVEREUX. BOSTON: TICKNOR AND FIELDS. MDCCCLV. TO THE CLASS OF 1829 I DEDICATE THIS UNPRETENDING RESULT OF SOME LEISURE HOURS.
I do not flatter myself that it will make any conspicuous addition to the worthy achievements that have already graced our roll with names that rank high in the lists of Science, Philosophy and Literature. But it is pleasant to me to connect this translation of a college text-book--used by us all, long ago, within the walls of old Harvard--with the memory of youthful pursuits that have never lost their charm for the mind, and early associations that retain, with all their original freshness and geniality, their hold upon the heart. PREFACE. The Fable has always been a popular mode of conveying certain kinds of instruction. The brief and simple illustrations it affords give additional weight and point to moral apothegms or sententious criticisms. Like the feather on the shaft, they serve to increase the force and direct the aim more certainly to the mark. A pertinent fact or an apt fiction breathes, even into a dry and curt axiom, a living and practical interest which opens to it hearts and heads that would otherwise pass it by with indifference, or revolt from it with impatience. Many of these unpretending allegories have been familiar to us all, in childhood, in a great variety of dresses, and have long formed a standard part of our literature--congenial alike to nursery days and to mature age. The fables contained in the little collection here translated are not, with one or two exceptions, found among the widely popular and familiar fables to which we have alluded. They were written in a foreign tongue, less generally understood, among us, than some other of the European languages; and they are designed for a special and somewhat abstruse purpose. Both these circumstances tend to narrow their sphere of circulation; and we presume that they form a book little known to most English readers. If we do not err in our estimate of them, the Literary Fables of Don Thomas De Yriarte are well worthy of perusal. They are aptly and ingeniously adapted to the truths they seek to inculcate; and they are remarkable for a terse simplicity of form and style, well suited to the objects and character of such productions. The maxims and criticisms they enforce must approve themselves to the mind, both of the professed scholar and the general reader.
Fables of Yriarte, by Tomas de Iriarte
The author was born in Teneriffe, A.D. 1750, but was educated and resided at Madrid, where he died in 1791, at the early age, of course, of forty-one years. His uncle, Don Juan De Yriarte, was the chief superintendent of the royal library; and the nephew was educated under his auspices. In his eighteenth year, he commenced his literary career by the writing of dramas, and the translation of plays from the French for the Spanish stage. He spent his life in the duties of sundry offices under the government; yet he very soon assumed and maintained a high consideration as a scholar and writer. His works, however, were of a character to command but little interest from posterity, with the exception of the fables translated in this little volume. Of them, Professor Ticknor, from whose learned work on Spanish literature we have collected these details, speaks as follows:-"Here, he, in some degree, struck out a new path; for he not only invented all his fictions, which no other fabulist, in modern times, had done, but restricted them all, in their moral purpose, to the correction of the faults and follies of men of learning--an application which had not before been thought of. They are written with great care, in no less than forty different measures, and show an extraordinary degree of ingenuity in adapting the attributes and instincts of animals to the instruction, not of mankind at large, as had always been done before, but to that of a separate and small class, between whom and the inferior creation the resemblance is rarely obvious. The task was certainly a difficult one. Perhaps, on this account, they are too narrative in their structure, and fail somewhat in the genial spirit which distinguishes Esop and La Fontaine, the greatest masters of Apologue and Fable. But their influence was so needed in the age of bad writing when they appeared, and they are, besides, so graceful in their versification, that they were not only received with great favor at first, but have never lost it since."--Ticknor's Hist, of Span. Literature, vol. iii., p. 279. We have endeavored to discharge with fidelity the duty of translation; attempting to preserve the form and spirit of the author, as far as was consistent with giving the work an English dress. With this view, we have aimed to produce a literal and characteristic reflection of the original rather than an expanded and highly-wrought paraphrase. Where we could do so, we have sought to preserve the metre, or a nearly analogous one, in order, if possible, to give a clear idea of the Spanish work to the English reader. But this is not practicable in all cases. The peculiar construction of Spanish rhymes, together with the obstinacy with which some words and sentences refuse the stern yoke of our English rules, render the task, always hard, sometimes impossible. The terminal inflections of the Spanish language and its accentuation are widely different from those of the Anglo-Saxon; and so axe the arbitrary arrangements of the rhythm, which are, in the latter, far more exacting and precise. The professed scholar will recognize and make due allowance for such obstacles. To the public at large we shall hope our little book may convey some instruction and amusement, in a palatable shape. If so, it may give, to a novel class of subjects, somewhat of the well-known interest inspired by the graceful and popular fictions of Esop, Gay and La Fontaine. G.H.D. Salem, October 25th, 1854. CONTENTS THE ELEPHANT AND OTHER ANIMALS THE SILKWORM AND SPIDER THE BEAR, THE MONKEY AND THE HOG THE DRONES AND THE BEE THE TWO PARROTS AND THE MAGPIE THE SHOWMAN'S MONKEY AND HIS MASTER THE CATHEDRAL BELL AND THE LITTLE BELL THE ASS AND THE FLUTE THE ANT AND THE FLEA THE WALL-FLOWER AND THE THYME THE RABBITS AND THE DOGS THE EGGS THE DUCK AND THE SNAKE THE MUFF, THE FAN, AND THE UMBRELLA THE FROG AND THE TADPOLE THE BUSTARD THE LINNET AND THE SWAN THE HACK MULE THE GOAT AND THE HORSE THE BEE AND THE CUCKOO THE BAT AND THE CAT THE OWL AND LAMP, AND THE DOGS AND THE RAGMAN THE THRUSH, PARROT AND MAGPIE THE WOLF AND THE SHEPHERD THE LION, EAGLE AND BAT THE MONKEY THE ASS
Let him who winces put them on. Envy. Then--since the warning finger Points at no destined head-.Spake his calm voice above the broil. from far and near. The venomous Serpent hissed aloud. FABLE II. With reverence the most profound His long proboscis swept the ground. well learned by heart. Against the adviser rave. THE SILKWORM AND SPIDER. sauciest of the pack. Which strenuous reform deserved. FABLE I. hear quietly."These censures I apply. The obedient Horse. The dictates of his generous sense. This truth important let him heed: That to all nations--not to any one-. THE LIZARD. among the crowd. THE DROMEDARY. a part not small Declared that their offended pride Such language plain could not abide. The wriggling Caterpillar crept His sneaking way along. Ever faithful to her love. Opening their lank jaws' bloody gulf. When every brute beast had a way. working sore vexation. He called them all. they speak. by Tomas de Iriarte 4 AND HIS MASTER THE TURNSPIT AND THE MULE OF THE WELL THE AUTHOR AND THE RAT THE SQUIRREL AND THE HORSE THE FOP AND THE LADY THE OSTRICH. And the simple Butterfly. The arrogance of ignorance."-. the Linnet shy. The Locust spread his clanging wing. AND THE FOX THE CROW AND THE TURKEY THE SILKWORM AND THE CATERPILLAR THE PURCHASE OF THE ASS THE OX AND THE GRASSHOPPER THE MACAW AND THE MARMOT THE PORTRAIT THE TWO INNS THE TEA-PLANT AND SAGE THE CAT. His sound and noble counsel stirs The hearts of many listeners. His strictures on their ways to hear. His vile abuse.-. A thousand vicious actions quoted. The Weasel arched his spiteful back. The Monkey. to say In language all could understand-. procrastination. The mischievous Balm-cricket leapt From the tumultuous throng. The guileless Lamb and thrifty Ant. Accepting. THE COCK AND THE LAMB THE FLINT AND THE STEEL THE JUDGE AND THE ROBBER THE HOUSEMAID AND THE BROOM THE LIZARDS THE WATCHES THE MOLE AND OTHER ANIMALS THE ROPE-DANGER THE OWL AND THE TOAD THE OIL MERCHANT'S ASS THE CONNOISSEURS THE FROG AND THE HEN THE BEETLE THE RICH MAN'S LIBRARY THE VIPER AND THE LEECH INTRODUCTION. Mocked. The stately Elephant looked down Upon the vexed turmoil: "To each and all and yet to none. The trusty Setter. with due reverence." ***** Whoever may my fables read. Fly and Drone. the whispering tone Of Wasp and Hornet. While. . with grimaces rude.A thousand silly foibles noted. His greedy conscience felt the sting.Who feels the censure linger Must sup on his own bread. Who not.The sagacious Elephant observed Among these creatures many a failing. The Tiger and rapacious Wolf. of the audience. Ostentatious insolence. A murmuring echo gave. Idleness. frugal and provident. In careful phrase. But.And to all times. He then discharged the censor's part-.Fables of Yriarte. The Fox kept silence shrewd. Long years ago. The world has shown alike The faults at which they strike In each revolving week. prevailing. all around. The Bee. not at all. And gross abuses. Not they--no. and the Dove. What he thought and felt. too. AND THE CRICKET THE CONCERT OF THE BEASTS THE SWORD AND THE SPIT THE UNFORTUNATES THE COCKS THE MONKEY AND THE MAGPIE THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE SPARROW THE GARDENER AND HIS MASTER THE TWO THRUSHES THE LACE-MAKERS THE HUNTER AND HIS FERRET THE PIG. in far-off land.
who with all her might was spinning Hard by. at the making of honey. with laugh malicious. FABLE IV. What costs small labor is of smaller value. by your delight. At last. Mark well the moral of my verse! That's bad which worthy judges blame. And various measures each idler suggested. their hand. The workmen. THE DRONES AND THE BEE. By showing off his awkward prancing. No other expedient well could they see. who seek a noble fame. A Spider. What bad applaud. anxious to excel. sure am I. In silly exultation tasks comparing: "What think you of my web. inexperienced crew. Bruin. But the labor proved very distasteful. "with a jealous eye. THE BEAR. It must be miserable." said the Monkey.--"Bravo! nobly done! A better dancer. The Drones in grave council assembled one day. friend? Prithee tell." Said Bruin. in sad and humble mood. And shouted. 5 A Piedmontese a Bear had taught Upon two legs the art of dancing. not bulk. Now. THE MONKEY AND THE HOG. They began to be doubtful if they should succeed Very well in attaining the object in view. To earn their bread. To wash of their sloth the sad stigma away." He spoke. a rude. .Fables of Yriarte. thus bespoke him. early. by Tomas de Iriarte At his cocoon a busy Silkworm labored. But now I see.Than to try. "How do I dance. In the eyes of all animals better to stand-. indeed. Before the Monkey showed his skill. Now. that's precious. good Master Silkworm? This very morning I began it. Know that 'tis quality." "I am afraid you look on me. is worse. Just see how fine and beautiful it is. To his loud praise he thus replied: "When Monkey did my dancing slight I did not much the censure heed. And know the step. mid-day will see the job completed. the master sought. And now. FABLE III." ***** Let those who boast their numerous vapid volumes. Was never seen beneath the sun. too!" Coolly replied the precious fabric's workman: "'T is true--your labor tells us its own story. And soberly the grunter eyed." "Ill. can you deny?" A jolly Pig was standing by. that I move quite gracefully. But Bruin thoughtful stood. indeed. "very ill." ***** Authors. By a sense of their bad reputation molested.Though lazy and stupid as well they could be-.
" ***** How many there are. did they ever. in two different languages. The Parrot answered pertly. Of taste foolishly exclusive. . He eagerly begged after The scrapings of the pot. Produce any such from their own shallow head? FABLE V. in the end. Half owns the flag of Spain.-. To ask some beasts--his own especial cronies-.--which I've forgotten. one day." quoth Magpie. A dame from St. The other still refuses His jargon to give over. like Harlequin. And to the fabulous Phoenix gave full credence. While the Spanish bird changed nigh each word For the idiom of Gaul.-. As with argument conclusive. But new merit rather chooses In this hotchpotch to discover-. Their mistress parts the babblers-. About the Unicorn astounding marvels. By quoting wise words from the lips of the dead! But with all their pretence. 6 This done.Fables of Yriarte. By interring in state an old Bee that had died-."You are nothing but a Purist. with much self-satisfaction they stop. Danced on the rope with somerset and shuffle. THE TWO PARROTS AND THE MAGPIE. Made desperate leaps. in style so fanciful and turgid. With their own language not content.In his eighth book. Would a mongrel tongue invent. Thus. curtly. By spots and marks. no soul could tell If it were one or 't other. But a Bee said in scorn. FABLE VI. Soon the French and the Castilian They mixed up in such a bother That. The French Parrot from the Spaniard Took a contribution small. Like the Parrots. The story ran: That it was a Monkey skilful In thousand tricks. Till the gallery where their cages hung Discordant was as Babylon. each beast minutely painting.To witness all his entertaining juggles. In funeral obsequies. From balcony across the way. who their emptiness mask. or ninth. Panegyrics immortal they buzzed to her fame. then."--? "Thanks for the compliment. On hands and feet alternate spun in circles. everywhere. in sooth. there are. THE SHOWMAN'S MONKEY AND HIS MASTER. With hearty roar of laughter.And the Frenchman kept not long The phrases he had borrowed From less fashionable tongue. exhibited the sword-dance.A notable Bee of a neighboring hive. Of all her companions the model and pride.-. That authentic author. in absence of his master. First he played dead man. The Parrots talked amain. Last. brilliant and grand. A Magpie shouted out At the folly of the lout.In his veracious Natural History. For the whitest of wax and honey so bland. "Is this all you can do? Of the honey I make.Relates the story of a famous Monkey. not one single drop Would I give for the fuss of your beggarly crew. With pomp and with honor they lauded her name. ***** Many men. I ask. In mongrel French. Father Valdecebro. Who exercised his warm imagination.-. Domingo Brought with her Parrots twain. And told.Exulting that he thus can vary The range of his vocabulary. by Tomas de Iriarte To get rid of their trouble they fain would contrive. who served a puppet showman: That thought one day. Now this island is half Gallic.
By grave airs and long faces. and soon arose suspicion That these proceedings were but empty humbug. as he had seen his master. for none could see the brilliant wonders Which Monkey was so volubly announcing. That briefly and seldom--on festivals noted-. ye deep and subtile writers. THE ASS AND THE FLUTE. that loomed up o'er the town. then we know he's an ass. FABLE VII. in a general way.Half laughing and half angry. the place to supply.Fables of Yriarte. From side to side he shoved the painted glasses. nor yet the audience wearied. All were perplexed. Each scene loquaciously.-.An exhibition with the magic lanthorn He now would give. by Tomas de Iriarte did the Prussian manual. That only on solemn occasions was rung. When Master Pedro. Now that this little belfry might ape in renown The cathedral's huge tower. better yet than any. the while. Now and then. And for a wise animal safely may pass. Asses may not be known if they never should bray. Its echoes majestic. THE CATHEDRAL BELL AND THE LITTLE BELL. Its tinkle soon passed for a bell of great size. With these and other tricks he long amused them. it is true. . But. Be it good or bad. that in it was swinging.--since the evening Had now set in. "What is the use of all your endless gabble. Indeed. This little lay To me occurred to-day.--what was going on at once perceiving.Behind the lanthorn being duly stationed. a hamlet there lay. In the district the city held under its sway. in their rustical eyes. FABLE VIII. He fixed attention. by preliminary explanation. in grave cadence.-. Through a field in our village A wandering ass One day did pass. ***** Of true merit and excellence. There a little cracked cow-bell. For this stately reserve and its wonderful weight. 7 In a certain cathedral a huge bell there hung.-. most of all. Who boast to be beyond our comprehensions. By chance. And. by strokes three or four. explaining. Your brains are dark as the unlighted lanthorn.--as is showman's custom. By this cunning device. was disconcerted. with a belfry so small. Throughout the whole parish. its glory was great. If one opens his mouth. You fool. entering unexpected. gun on shoulder. Of a few wretched rustics. said to Monkey. were heard--never more. But the spectators strained their eyes attentive In vain. And a poor little church. The chamber was all darkened. if you forget to light your lanthorn?" ***** Pardon my hint. When. By chance. That you hardly would call it a belfry at all. many men try.The said little bell should be rung--it was voted. as is usual. For the poor little neighborhood did all the ringing. And think that their wisdom is surely inferred From their seldom vouchsafing to utter a word. The Monkey.
" With impudence unmoved. With other instances of enterprise. ***** There are donkeys plenty.--as I have somewhere read. condescend. There a flute he found. O. But without help I grow.This donkey grave-. stay. certainly. I pity you. Without a wall to climb by. And how all labor for the common good. replied the Flea: "Pooh.-."--and lightly leaped away.With talk like this: "Ah. well play a part. May.Fables of Yriarte. There's better and there worse. That cannot rise. in such grand fashion. But. By chance. Of your own great abilities. Of small account and easy always deem it. By chance. Thyme! 'Tis really distressing! Though the most fragrant of all plants. As he stopped to smell it-." ***** . with what care and pains She gathers up the scattered grains for food. "How well I can play! Who will say me nay? By chance. by her labor. By chance. that I'm of humble height. nonsense! Think you thus to puzzle me? Who couldn't. you assume All this so mighty easy to be done. Into the flute his breath Happened to find its way.".A snort he gave. If 't were not every day before our eyes. for once. To go with me. I beg you.-. "Oho!" said the wise beast. scornfully addressing: "Heaven help you. Sure as I live. a sample. by Tomas de Iriarte Left by a careless swain. her support she gains. I understand. Who. How builds the ant-hills. patience growing thin. Ready almost to jump out of her skin. so I see! 'T is plain. A Wall-flower spoke. myself. And since. Of course. to show them up in rhyme. FABLE X. To all her statements still the Flea demurred. How. Forgotten on the ground. I shall try. Whatever matter they may hear or see. This sort of folks I cannot let go by. 'tis true. Scarce a hand's breadth above the ground you've grown. THE WALL-FLOWER AND THE THYME. I own. if they chose to try? But. If I should waste on them a whole day's time. In the flower language. Give us yourself. By chance. A curious affectation some put on Of knowing everything they chance upon. 8 The Ant was once relating to the Flea The wholesome lesson of her industry.I've an engagement now. And never worthy of their praise esteem it. by way of good example. However new or excellent it be.--"Now. even a hand's breadth high. That might with many pass for idle lies." With such evasions. FABLE IX.Yet could not contradict a single word-. too.A Thyme-plant growing in a neighboring bed. All right. I think so. And the flute began to play. undoubtedly. Another day We'll think of it.-. yes. if you try. I grant it. Unto the Flea she answered." "Dear friend. my friend. without one jot of art. THE ANT AND THE FLEA. for their foolish pertness.
in preserves. In sherbet. ninnies. O! what boundless honors."They're hounds. ***** Ye who.Sagacious man!--of having his eggs fried. Out of his burrow. invents? Soft.-. Into the copse In terror flew.--this response I quote. at last they tickle Their palates fanciful with eggs in pickle. for his pains."-. But that a stranger. from time to time.--they say. THE EGGS. wandering out that way."Friend. and now with sugar sweet. Successive cooks thus proved their skill diverse. But how shall I be able to rehearse All of the new. who.By adding to a work. important Matters scorning. an artiste shouts. to have them baked devised. After a while. the eggs they eat.-. And showed them eggs cooked à la Huguenot." "I see them yonder Through the furze.Because the stranger taught no other way. Who ever thought eggs were so delicate! Next." "Curs. All had their day--the last was still the best. arrogate an author's fame.--ye 're all a pack of louts!-. now. a traveller. By villain hounds I'm hunted down. by clinging to the name Of others. And both of them Eat up alive.-. But all the natives ate them boiled. And. addressed The epicures: "Boast. Until fresh eggs became the common dish." And the whole island thought the mode so good. A Rabbit. But a grave senior thus."-. whose name I do not know. "what an ingenious feat!" But scarce a year went by. That they would so have cooked them to this day. A comrade sprung. Another dish the gaping natives taught. At last the experiment by one was tried-. THE RABBITS AND THE DOGS. by Tomas de Iriarte For writers. one day. At the clatter. hey! Then so Is my grandmother! You do not know The one from t' other. hard and dropped. by a happy chance. whom Two Dogs pursue. 9 Beyond the sunny Philippines An island lies. carried some poultry there. "I have it now." "Stupid! they 're naught But mongrel cur.But blessings on the man who brought the hens!" ***** .With nice tomatoes all my eggs are stewed. Or a short preface. spiced." While they dispute The dogs arrive. good sir. But that's of little consequence. perchance a note. if you will. Take our warning. Fast they increased as any one could wish."-.-. His fruitful and inventive fancy gains! Another. But they 're not hounds. These countless prodigies of gastric skill-.Most happy thought!--and still another. Toy with trifles. Till. some one gave his friends an omelette: "Ah!" all exclaimed. FABLE XII. if so You understand that there they had no hens.Fables of Yriarte. And now boiled up with milk. delicious condiments That luxury."What then?"--"They're curs. I say."They're curs. FABLE XI. what's the matter?" "The matter? Zounds! I'm fairly blown.
To shield the head from rains of wintry skies. in winter serve your purpose well. and verdure so amazing. as Umbrella. in a former day. You. so strong." A cunning Snake stood by. But now the air with the fierce tempest heaves. on a canebrake gazing." FABLE XV." ***** The wise man knoweth well. When a-weary of the ground. That it is not wisdom's end In all things to pretend. like praise I earn When summer's ardent rays the Parasol defies. On the borders of a pond Stood a Duck. my child. And hissing said. "Come. serve the turn. by Tomas de Iriarte 10 Beyond the sunny Philippines Our crowd of modern authors need not go New-fangled modes of cooking eggs to show. To serve but for a single use May also be without excuse. THE FAN.Within. And to his two companions thus began: "Now pretty articles are not ye both! You. THE FROG AND THE TADPOLE. "How vain To hold yourself so high! Not on land with the fleet Stag. Fan. A little Tadpole. I. discoursing thus: "Nature to me is generous All creatures else beyond. FABLE XIV. Again. in turn.Fables of Yriarte. And cold winds take your office quite away. a broader part to play. If some absurd presumption show-. The Umbrella silence broke. Long with its mother chatted of the leaves. forsooth!" ***** If our good Frog some poets' works had read.-. . all pith and emptiness. But. Learn now. too." now said the thoughtful mother. look.In seeking everything to know. And the rough winds the canebrake rent asunder-. FABLE XIII. and a Fan.But in something to excel. it hath no bound Water. together lay A Muff. I can fly or I can swim. Perchance. an useless thing become. in idle sloth In a dark corner must forgotten dwell. Umbrella. "Without. AND THE UMBRELLA. And heard the vaunting strain. luxuriant and smooth-. For my life. Of the huge stalks. THE MUFF. Or swift Falcon in the air. Upon a table. when spring comes about. In dialect such as. once. Muff. of them she might the same have said. earth or air within.A broken cane into the stream fell over. On Tagus' banks. The Pot unto the Kettle spoke. from me. When heat declines in summer's glowing urn. in artless wonder. Can you make good your brag: In the water. the Trout Will beat you out and out: You with neither can compare. THE DUCK AND THE SNAKE.
A murrain foul Seize on your soul! Amen to that! . ***** Not strange. noisy little one." "Would you might sing!" replied the little bird. You devil's pet. In vain bestowed. The sluggish Bustard. That her rider Scarcely was able With rein to guide her. THE HACK MULE. I find. FABLE XVII. Which boasts far greater fame than mine. A Hack Mule pushed With speed so frantic Forth from her stable. by Tomas de Iriarte FABLE XVI. And many a kind. although No voice. What. Let us see them fly! Then. Both are. Without.-. Compares with mine in melody. And left poor Bustard with an empty nest. By the display of my superior skill. that empty reputation. in time. our feathered tribes among.Bring out your fledglings. And bites and squeals. Pigeon and the Kite. Long while and patiently she sat upon them. Ye. upon trial. A host of birds collects. What trouble now? Go on! Perhaps The spur will do. What a curvette! She jumps and reels. hath ever heard. "It almost tempts myself to sing. Vexed with her young ones' awkward flight. Though some proved addled. and this is mine. "Keep silence. at foundation.Should listen to that harmony divine. And sundry birds of easy flight.Fables of Yriarte. Half our journey Not long will bide her In such a race. Should. in her foolish pate. at her request. was found among them.-. THE BUSTARD.Here sprawling flat. or skill or genius. How! out of wind! With ready heels She kicks behind. "What insolence is this!" continued he. we'll soon discover. "With boundless curiosity we all-. cheat the expectation! FABLE XVIII. Full fed and antic. Upon her belly Down she flounders. no? Then taps Of this light rod Or harder raps From pointed goad. Purposed to raise a brood more light.All other voice by silent wonder shackled-. who the ideas of other men brood over. To admire her progeny." Kashly the Swan essayed--but only cackled. you know. as yet. "See how this tiny warbler taunteth me! Naught but my great consideration Prevents your well-deserved humiliation. Even though 't were illegitimate. the rest With a fine brood of nurslings filled the nest. But the false jade Now slacks her pace. And in her nest mixed up the whole. "This. of course. THE LINNET AND THE SWAN." resounds the cry How much belongs to you. Though none of us." The Linnet still maintained her joyous trill." Unto a Linnet said the Swan. so rare and new. With hand and foot We'll try you yet. 11 For this end many an egg she stole From Partridge. yet. But each away with his own offspring flew.
and. the while. to an honest Nag. I trust some future time-. THE BEE AND THE CUCKOO." FABLE XIX." The good Hack turned himself. And. THE GOAT AND THE HORSE. who hope like pleasure to derive. THE RAT AND THE CAT. with me. across the strings concordant. in mute delight. whene'er I see That any author vapors Too much of his intent. that work begins With such capers. the honors paid To the sweet instrument. To better judgment of posterity He leaves his work. And be valued none the less. "Beware! Good friend. In thy waxen cells. by Tomas de Iriarte ***** The Mule.-. as reward. So monotonous as thou. my monotone?" The Cuckoo straight rejoined. of these strings you hear the harmony. Aught else is tedious waste. FABLE XX. Nothing new by you is done. forgot his food. And. to gain celebrity. And nothing but cuckoo!" "Wearies you. too. pray have a care Of this mule's predicament. His feet. Is not the mule for me. Except. Who pastured. and answered thus: "Never are heard these sounds harmonious. It is cuckoo all day long.When shall you taste it? Not while you're alive. "With my labor interferes That unpleasant voice of thine. For you. My fright is over and the pain is gone. Danced all unconsciously for pleasure. one shape alone. . in times past. through my own aid." said the Bee." FABLE XXI. in sympathetic measure. long stood listening. I now the pleasure reap Of seeing. thus consoled.Fables of Yriarte. There is no bird. I say. And. in the self-same way.Blest thought!--such sonorous strains may rise from mine. You make a hundred as each one. If. Know that they are the entrails of a Goat. To the sweet echoes of a violin.-. I find. A Goat. Harmonious. "Stop. for myself. Throughout his life. Always ringing in my ears. in vain a wretched writer tries. in like mood Absorbed." This was the Bee's reply: "A work of usefulness May lack variety. "So. And. But in a work designed To gratify the taste. If I nothing new can say. Cuckoo. in song. ***** Just so. sweep The hairs that from my tail were drawn. he dies. for myself. These words he spoke: 12 "Now.At once. who. If we no invention find.
Into our own language I now will translate.Which of the two I do not know. For living men. hey? I don't like it at all. They retract. once a little lay My old grandmother sang to me. when. There is a set of dastard knaves.Of the whole. Now what say you. But that my eyes you blind! But if I cannot now.If I should find you. as I have it at hand. "It is plain. By coward critics. To this same purpose. As is their wont--howled savagely. I love and respect the generous Hound. It is perfectly done. And a story of his." said a Rat." A Cat answered. I vow. from this noddle of mine It all came. that will wait to make attack On authors till their victims are--alack!-. ." ***** Denounced though I may be.-. hard by: "This quality fine I assure you is also a merit of mine. learned man. Now. and. For. in these things. his wisdom so great. FABLE XXII. the evening's sun had set Below the horizon long ago. Their portrait they shall see In yet another fable ere I close. without doubt. barking furiously As Cerberus. AND THE DOGS AND THE RAGMAN. Your friend Esop wrote never a line-. they know. at the mouth of his hole. that I here expose-.--"Ah.Because I dare their meanness to disclose. on some other night. one day." Ah! but look.--XXIII. my reader? "The fable is one Which delights and instructs. our Owl she met A Lamp or Lanthorn in the passage set-. in angry spite."Ah! what's that?" said the Rat. my good sir. Unlighted. ***** Beating an old dust pan. a way of his own. two Dogs. Since you are such a blaze of dazzling light. A Ragman stood. Being mine. when it lights on an enemy's brow. Vile critics. Just poking his nose out."-. THE OWL AND LAMP. Thus spoke she out her mind: "Ah. might answer back. Recounting how a wandering Owl.Fables of Yriarte. With vagabondish man. as.-. as she flew along. Therefore it is. indeed! Then the fable is thine?" Yes it is. Lamp! with what unspeakable delight I'd suck the oil all out of you this night. on my soul. Esop had.I'm wrong--by day it could not be. With his subtile invention. Turning reluctant back. then. eying him curiously." ***** The honor which many would freely allow. Into a convent chanced to make her way. when safe out of sight. and I ween you'll not fail. by Tomas de Iriarte 13 At telling of rabies old Esop was grand. "No distinction more lovely and noble is found Than fidelity. I shall be ready quite To make a feast. to attack it with tooth and with nail. he coolly did call: "You boast of it. in terrible fright He sprang to his hole.All safe and quiet in their graves.
THE LION. The Wolf a Shepherd blandly once addressed: "Friend--let me say I really do not know Why you will view me always as a pest. The Eagle and Lion Held solemn debate. FABLE XXVI. as accomplished as. I'm sure. that." said the Eagle-.As proof irrefragable. in these our days. My fat for hurts a sovereign remedy-.Fables of Yriarte. I'm no subject of yours. She wanders alone. You think me a bad fellow. such line accent thought To have attained. on my head? With my vassals." The Shepherd answered: "Animal perverse! Upon thy head be Heaven's eternal curse! On endless mischief bent--no thanks to you If. And other insects vile your couch besetting. And. Moreover. Desired himself the mystery to learn. rather than of his instructor. To her birdship she clings. in one lesson. by Tomas de Iriarte To them a tall Greyhound Said. no doubt.-. Are those who will poor copies and translations scan For models--Blunder shocking! FABLE XXV. Of the Birds will complain. "No more shall she come. my verse Allots the Wolf's foul character and curse. Against the withering blight of evil eye My claws will screen you--counter charm secure. PARROT AND MAGPIE. from sting of flea it shields. What a warm coat my skin in winter yields! It shelters many a man from cold and wetting." Thenceforward. in darkness. I am not so. When among you she wanders." said the Lion."Nor in mine. To settle between them Some matters of state Loud complaints of the Bat Made the Eagle--"How long Shall this pitiful creature Dare do us such wrong? With my vassals mixing. No honor can you win On him--for." ***** To many books." FABLE XXIV. who heard a Parrot talking-."Let that be her doom. when she chooses Our laws to defy. Would you call me a Bird? A sad blunder you've made! For I wear a broad snout. man. too. in his turn. And no beak. No Bird and no Beast Such companion will own.--for he is one Who from dead dogs will strip the reeking skin To sell for bread. Faith. THE WOLF AND THE SHEPHERD. THE THRUSH. I'll be bound." "In my realm. now and then."-. But says. Showing her wings. EAGLE AND BAT. and turned his pupil out A scholar. she slanders The Beasts of your reign. .Of him. 14 A Thrush. A plain quadruped I. some good you chance to do.The uses of my teeth you know. "Let the wretch alone. From living dogs the conscious rogue will run. He the great art of speech began To the Magpie to teach.
that she certainly went there. Not all things gold that glitter. Which to discover must have cost a world of care But the author does not say.That fine clothing is not wisdom. A Donkey's master said unto his beast. and see if I refuse it. I hardly see How Monkey could or cloth or tailor find find-. Bring corn. And forthwith it was decided. if not so fine.-.For Monkeys there abound. hence take heed How your defaults by false excuse you cover! Fed upon straw--straw it may eat. in such excursion It should be his luck to join-. and ridge. who seek To be two things at once. The scurrilous author thus his trash excused. I take. "Here. by Tomas de Iriarte Bats of authors. then took her way Unto the far-off land of Tetuan. Who.That he would choose a captain More skilled. thus exposed the argument abused. She through the window sprang Upon a roof that lay Below. And each exhausted rover Decided--if again. As ruler of the horde. When the day's work was over They could scarcely move a limb. That to her should be confided. FABLE XXVIII. Over mountain. Who listen to our fable here." With vile pretence. "On good and bad an equal value sets The stupid mob. not alone her road. or by the way Of the Isthmus of Suez: All that we know is. 15 A Monkey. While doling out to him his lock of straw. But her wits as well. Will a Monkey still remain. But there a history is. The Ass--his quiet mood by insult heated-. Take care lest ye prove In both--but a dunce! FABLE XXVII. If by ship. And much good may it do your vulgar maw!" Often the slighting speech the man repeated. Wisdom and wit to match The splendors of her dress. From me the worst it gets. So the leader new set forth With all her subject host. For else. take it--since such diet suits your taste. and plain. Here our fine lady found A jolly Monkey crew. Indignant. And so say I again. clothed in silk. So says an ancient proverb. Seeing herself so gay. it clearly will appear. Deserts. In dress of gaudy hues. though he wear the student's Will still a blockhead be.--. We many a Monkey see. ***** Now. Through his life.Replies: "Just what you choose to give. Which I cannot call to mind. far this side of Tetuan. moor and valley. hearing the lame defence. They learned a lesson bitter-. THE MONKEY. But I rather think the elf From her master got her finery. Such as harlequin would choose. From toil and from vexation.But naked every one: As no other style they knew In the land of Tetuan. Homage to pay they press. Think you I nothing like but straw? Then make The experiment. And neither can I guess. indeed: Try it with generous fare--'t will scorn the other." ***** Ye caterers for the public. A poet shrewd. rivers and morasses. A stock of food to gather To feed the hungry band. And. As to all. And never fails to praise. She dragged her wearied train.For the book is very rare.Which doth the truth unravel Whither she did travel. Now the naked Monkeys crowd An admiring glance to snatch. she lost. A meditated foray Far and wide about the land. To the brainless little wretch.Yet so the story goes--but never mind.-.-. Master unjust! but not because I choose it. And readily allowed. . THE ASS AND HIS MASTER. A Monkey tricked herself. By general accord. Forest. The proverb don't say this.Fables of Yriarte.
How idly doth an author yearn To undertake. In vain the Cat watched for him night and day.-.-. in a field."Let me. A turnspit strength would lack For the task to which you aspire. The rascal gnawed. Turns it beneath his feet. And one Horatius Flaccus This same matter does discuss. try a pull. As his eyes he on it set. "To the spit and kitchen fire I advise you to go back.His works of eloquence and poesy. wearily on. nothing less." The first chance of flight improving.-. Wearily. performed his stint. I'm light. Ever prepared for rats or mice."-. What then? I will not shirk. THE AUTHOR AND THE RAT. moreover. With steps on outer rim. In study of a scholar. The reader oft. And. Where a Dog.Here the laborer at the well Interrupted. Her paws she ne'er could put upon a whisker. they're roasting meat. ceaseless clambering.Who on naught else his hunger would assuage But prose and verse of many a learned page. Thus expressed his discontent: "Hard work and paltry pay! Here I may climb and sweat. He cried. made he Of printed page still more luxurious feast. Nor in the hated town. is it? Something harder I must work.--"What have we here? By this it would appear Here. Day passes after day. 16 A wheel of wood is it. Turning the spit about. Ah! pretty heavy. Of cunning traps no shrewd device. .While they eat all the meat. a wheel Of a well. There dwelt a Rat. THE TURNSPIT AND THE MULE OF THE WELL. Till he found. A Dog. when my task is done. in his turn. FABLE XXX. But with whole pages nightly he made way. I shall better rations earn. In inn or convent kitchen. no doubt." ***** Now hear the Mule sagacious! Wisely." "No meat I roast. In the house I will not stay. They throw me out a bone. too. now.--a devil of a fellow.Fables of Yriarte." replied the Mule. which a Mule kept moving. sure. In such wheel. as the manuscripts the accursed beast Had eaten once before. Nor any other bait or mixture. No arsenic hid in sweet confection. What our poor Author furnished to the presses. A contrivance shrewd has seen. but pump Water. He slily off did steal. he counsels thus. who every day. sage and mellow.-. by Tomas de Iriarte FABLE XXIX. And more respect compel. For learned scrolls could cure his predilection. 'T isn't turning the old spit. where he must fail! The little Dog cannot avail The huge well-wheel to turn. And. but up I'll jump.
In order to show. The good colt his gallop stayed. A famous gallant.-." But. I strain every nerve To be always prompt and clever.Fables of Yriarte. by Tomas de Iriarte 17 "Ah. critic. lo! too faithful to his wasteful trade. THE SQUIRREL AND THE HORSE. or. With a new suit each day to dazzle the town. Some time and talents throw away. Idle freaks. 'Tis eaten by the animal perverse. established in fame. In my duty Faithful ever. I am sprightly. And the impatient wight he seeks to bait. A Steed. as follows." ***** On puerile trifles of the day. The Squirrel brisk bespeaks him As follows: "My dear sir. if subscribed with the name Of a popular author. Always lightly Moving round. have a care Lest his malicious insult prove a snare. So swift. And thus the Squirrel's part they play. And quickly ends his sport. That he courted not fame." Checking his pace a moment. Blank paper now I'll keep within my drawers.-. My master to serve. Grace and lightness-. in copious dose.--a noble sorrel. The world will devour. and even more.--for unjust abuse Severe retaliation will excuse. Corrosive sublimate. In pure white paper. as last resort. without stop or stint. I am a fool. Argues an author either dunce or coward. I know not whether verse or prose. thus relieved. "Let him. "Happy receipt which mischief sure requites!" Sarcastic said the Poet. by this frivolous whim. FABLE XXXI. No great merit All this deftness.Such I've often seen before.And nothing else. Heed who lists. Should write him in corrosive sublimate. . This mischief must be stayed. All this no useful purpose speaks. Not so futile My endeavor. To the Squirrel answer made: "Comings and goings. FABLE XXXII. And in grave tone. I am active. Before a little Squirrel Went dashing round a plain. "Huzza for the taste and the rule Of the master of fashion. the pride of our day!" ***** Thus a volume of nonsense. so brilliant and gay!" Said the lady.On the festival day of his lady love placed On his shoes two paltry buckles of tin. As heretofore with manuscript and print.Docile to spur and rein. With equal spirit. but that fame courted him. Since all experiments in vain I've tried. Turns and twists. Who silver and gold like water would waste. Watching awhile his motions. "I've had enough of writing for these gnawers." ***** Be moderate. I am never quiet found. beneath invective froward. what hard luck is mine!" the Author cried. who gnaws too freely. Silence to keep.-. "What beautiful silver. At his wit's end. A Fop of the most extravagant taste. of Parisian renown. Into his ink he pours. and writes Something. Just such gambols I can do. The villanous vermin like destruction made. THE FOX AND THE LADY. And tree to ground. yet regular. From ground to tree.
"Are you all at a loss? then so am not I.-.Fables of Yriarte.On their respective speed of wing." The assembly. thus diversify leisure. Foreboding naught but evils grim."-. THE CROW AND THE TURKEY. astounded.-. That each animal marked." said Dromedary. That no beast surpasses my friend Dromedary. revolting feast On carrion corpse that dogs would spurn. I have always heard. Begone from sight." said the Ostrich. Of writers in plenty the same may be said. Of the different qualities. From Barbary both. of the desert. far off in air. praises the other. like mankind. While some praised the Bee. "Look here. of the Hound so sagacious. If you have ever seen them fly. to test a man's genius. Or that each could display a protuberance callous? Or can it be--"Pooh!" said Reynard the sly. A bitter contest once did spring. As his fellow-countryman. now they conversed. true. FABLE XXXIV. half vanished out of view. some among them rehearsed The deserts of the Ant. AND THE FOX.-. Making your foul." "For my part. Were whiling the time in a sociable chat.--very. "I must declare That I think we can none with the Ostrich compare. Who." Answered the Crow. Or that both boasted necks so remarkably long? Or that Ostrich was known as a simpleton rare.With a thousand discussions of this and of that. THE DROMEDARY. Between a Turkey and a Crow." "All this is nothing to the case. some the Parrot loquacious."You are a most unlucky bird." ***** Shrewdly our Fox the riddle has read.No matter how the fact I know. Sure you can tell. Without much grave consideration. by Tomas de Iriarte FABLE XXXIII. disgusting beast! You fairly do my stomach turn.She shouts still louder after him. Moreover. "True. "but 'tis clear to me. 18 A party of beasts assembled for pleasure. Which first would reach the appointed station. each brother." ***** ." the loitering Turkey cries To Crow. While the other had surely no wisdom to spare? Of their mutual ugliness were they both jealous. THE OSTRICH. "The thought will to my mind arise That you are black and ugly too. was puzzled to guess Why these two should so strange an opinion profess. as well as I. "The only question now in place Is of our flight a trial fair.For beasts. Could it be that they both were bulky and strong.-.-. ask where he was bred.
Neighbor.Fables of Yriarte. with care."Donkey more dull A thousand fold Than this brute cull. this queer affair I often note.In that same assembly arose a discussion Concerning the Silkworm. And on his shoulders. when the gaunt Dromedary And Ostrich."--says one.-. Well it applies To friends of mine. And many a prank And rare device. But an old Caterpillar. He alone."If blood and bone. even the Mole. "Ah. Muttered out of a corner. The shears had traced On breast and flank. THE PURCHASE OF THE ASS. that shine In bindings rich and rare. Good as his clothes. Bells tinkle light As on he paced. Their wondrous cocoon was a pitiful trifle. Its admirers all ninnies. With tassels yellow Or red as rose. In haste along The exulting buyer Drove home the beast.At first go off-They find his withers With warts all rough. That hidden lay Under the girt. each other bepraised. The creature sold To a weak blockhead. And an old hurt." he coolly averred. I have my money paid For trumpery vile. "This fuss was absurd. In bitter humor. Saddle and halter too Were both bran new." ***** Now faith. though they 're worthless. With carving nice.-. Who. "How comes it. "Let me inquire. we know. His cunning master. Buy books. Like musket balls. wretched worm.The hapless owner said. His mortified rancor he cannot control. no welcome faults. . And. At the very same time. stung by the sneer Of the envious wretch who would rob you of glory. Concedes it to be a masterpiece proud. precious gull!"-. The showy gear And harness line To strip he goes. But are not worth a groat.-. FABLE XXXVI. Yesterday through our street An Ass did pass. While friends admire His bargain rare." say they. 'Tis easy enough the reason to show. and their wonder dispelled-. And they said The Donkey Colt Had cost the dolt But a mere song. Besides the fellow Wore plumes and bows Of ribbons bright. who his spite could not stifle. Clean to the bone. That the other brutes thought them both utterly crazed. In trappings most complete-. The loss of your well-deserved laurels you fear.A Gypsy jockey. takes upon him to scorn?" Then up jumped sly Reynard and said. Then take my advice and tell him this story. Six dreadful galls Appal beholders. FABLE XXXV. at great price. He makes cocoons too. THE SILKWORM AND THE CATERPILLAR. Till the Fox told the reason.-. "On my soul. Nothing to say Of two great gashes." ***** Laborious Genius! when. Along the spine.-. They satisfy their spiteful mind By base and personal assaults.His pride to feast. From cruel lashes. so ugly. 19 A silken cocoon some one brought them to see. Your purchase shows. by Tomas de Iriarte When envious detractors find In wise men's works. Through Gypsy wile. Beneath the saddle-. They examine--their plaudits are hearty and loud. artificer skilled In producing of works of such wonderful fashion. What the rest of us all are uniting to praise. Into a tumor Inveterate grown. In terms so unmeasured and extraordinary.As I was told." Whereon. The beasts at each other looked round in amaze. though as blind as could be.A gorgeous Ass. "that this creature forlorn.
friend. by Tomas de Iriarte FABLE XXXVII. Some petty blemish. But for me. for gold. Which he lauded in high-sounding strain The creature. That men give their money. it was a Marmot. The absurd little beast. in so much accomplished. and he heeds not A single failure. He was kept by a printer in pay. for aught that I know. A wandering clown. You never would perceive that this was crooked. my little lady. And forgotten ones rake from oblivion's gloom. Clad in plumage of exquisite hue. the useful Ox reproaching. in high estimate held. 'tis enough that you show Yourself to all comers. 20 As in a field the sturdy Ox was ploughing. He was showing--a penny to gain-. Living words they despise as a vulgar intrusion. FABLE XXXIX.A Savoyard. A Grasshopper. for his low.-. THE MACAW AND THE MARMOT. to see Such a comical creature as you. For well I serve my master.Vain Grasshopper. from works of sterling merit. You may be. more likely than not. He deemed that a dress of antiquity grim Would give to his limning the impress of eld. FABLE XXXVIII. For a word of advice on such stupid conclusion. THE OX AND THE GRASSHOPPER. shrilly sang out.-. then. Some creature of value untold. reproaches so unjust and futile. When unto him said our gay bird: "This matter amazes me quite. Came out of his box into sight. Stop. jostling in motley confusion. and went sneaking away Because. of a day long bygone From the connoisseurs won both lauding and gelt-. the portrait to limn Of a certain rich man. you're making! Then the Ox answered. A brilliantly-colored Macaw. Hung his head.Fables of Yriarte. THE PORTRAIT. who heard the remark. at his word. Of our own times a Painter--who jealousy felt That some portraits antique. close by him." ***** Now let the captious critic that presumeth. we here must find room. "Ah! what a crooked furrow. defacing our tongue With phrases outlandish. near the spot Where she hung in a balcony.--"Sure. In two dialects. . A spreading contagion. our critics bemoan. take to himself our meaning. saw-. When they freely may look upon me.To drag to light." ***** A scribbler. So essaying. If every other furrow were not drawn straight. But some fools have their notions of purity hung Upon obsolete terms superseding our own.An animal ugly and squat. one day.Determined to make some antiques of his own. dirty work. In phrase like their own.
Having deftly depicted--with grave collar and band. Was narrow. for himself. THE TWO INNS. I rather might say-.And believes that no term by pure taste is forbid. Not one. Did the wayfarers accost. instead of that collar and band--Yon satin slashed doublet exchange for my coat.-. and clean. He. the huge palace. But. Two youthful travellers. I pray. His ideas who drapes in antiquity's stole. Take your picture again. its walls did screen. But its rival. And my rapier. in the house of either." ***** Hold.-. and bright. And glittering gauds. I rede. as stately and grand. As you 've painted me. to market if I chance for to his. If it only were good in the time of the Cid? FABLE XL. To give offence to neither Was their natural desire. All light. Its broad front palatial. whilom. Coming to a little town. Of Philip the second and Philip the third: A purse full of these he placed in the hand Of the Painter abashed--but ne'er said a word. too. Some old coins had been lying for centuries three. Looked round them for an Inn. "you've pranked me out there In a guise. Chambers. with a thousand offers. dark and dirty."-. there is Who. So. And miserably cold. he a costume besprent That had figured. would guess at my phiz. The mountain's skirts within.Though the face of the portrait showed dainty and braw. To his patron the work he carries with speed. for that basket-hilt brand. and paint round my throat A cravat. seeking rest. with such.Fables of Yriarte. as heir-loom from his ancestry prized." said the other. If we laugh at the farcical notion Of this modern Painter. To a house that stretched Around its ample courts. comfort and good cheer within Its patron's trust requite. Each guest chooseth.When the traits of the sitter. to quip him. This antick his patron. could I chaffer my cheer to supply? "But sith.-. By such odd gear full sorely astounded. in trappings like these. to perfect content. the host. and deem it so droll. Less grand the other Inn Appeared unto the sight. Why may we not laugh at the Author's devotion. In which he will remain.--'tis true. . devised-. Thinks oddity graceful.Who shocks us with phrases all mouldy with age. Of pleasant temperature. so I have paid you. With its architecture bold.These medals.The Painter a guerdon to grant.--and purity's self Considers his style. A quartered scutcheon shone Over the lofty gate. Sculptured deep in stone. Of the mansions twain. Paint me like myself. that was once brave and lordly. Each. in the city's whole compass. One traveller resorts. and the price I'll lay down In good money. his form thus yclad with wonderment saw.Quoth our limner.--"when victuals I needed. to his gree--In a chest. But which no living man but a beadle would wear. by Tomas de Iriarte 21 For a second Velasquez he counted to stand-. How. when he darkens his page With expressions forgotten and laid on the shelf. Of two rival Inns. current in country or town. now. Of the first of the Charles' and fifth Ferdinand. Apartments one doth hire. "With these coin--or. as certes.
too. A Cat. Where I am held in reverence profound For beverage or for medicine. ***** . Febrifuge. he saw. Said to a Lizard. Next day." ***** This sarcasm some abatement may admit. "Friend.That talked in lofty style. FABLE XLII. AND THE CRICKET. And bewailed unto his comrade. But gold and praises will profusely pour On foreign products. And." "And I. THE CAT. emetic. purgative. I to your home am sent. But the ridiculous charlatan.Their sound construction organic Preserving by their lore botanic. magniloquent As any grave professor eloquent. application fit. and sudorific.-. by Tomas de Iriarte A portal tall and sightly. Swallow some essence of leaves heliotropical. in general.--"whither roaming?" "For Europe.-." Lizard.Naught better knew what Puss did gabble on. Yet never think or care to know What language Garcilaso wrote in. Than if she spoke in tongue of Babylon."--quoth Tea. while it slights its own.-. and you to mine." FABLE XLI. to cure this turgidness hydropsical.--"I'm bound.--"learned Signora Dropsical. Honored the Cat with an eulogium glorious. For varying fancies are the soul of trade. at this bombastic speech astounded. doth good service render."--said the latter. I know now what's your essence heliotropical!" A silly Cricket heard the dialogue. once. the Tea-plant coming. you know. With Sunflower leaves was stuffing out her maw.--a pedant most rhetorical. his sad mistake. Met with the Sage upon his way. From China. Now. styptic and prolific.--"to China's market go. Good luck attend you to my native shore! For never yet was any nation known. "Aha!"--said he.--"Ah! what pangs mortiferous I must. In literary borrowings. But.That with big terms professional resounded. of the comment. though he knew naught of this catalogue Of words so overwhelming and so curious. With tiled roof covered slightly. Who will eternally be quoting Whole pages out of Tasso or Boileau.Seeking for vegetables salutiferous. of wondrous skill To rid themselves of every ill. In Europe no good fortune waits on me.-. Did a weary sojourn make. A worthless herb. not comparable to thee. may be made. They know all herbs medicinal--diuretic. 22 Its inmate comfortless. where for me they pay A generous price. THE LIZARD.Within inclement garrets. For some there are who pomp for merit take. Creatures there are."--said Sage. mockery make. His friend thus answer gives: "In like manner many a book Its reader's hopes deceives. theoretic and empirical. But quite too common there--to shine. By use of vegetable specific-. Cephalic.Fables of Yriarte. THE TEA-PLANT AND SAGE.-. And. of what's clear and simple. Narcotic. For what. In special cases sometimes proves a blunder. There was. I am sure that I can Spaniards show.
. To make his Royal Highness sport Upon his birth-day festival. In choosing actors competent. And sprang the choir from out. were due. Singers. As if. In this outrageous pandemonium. FABLE XLIII. FABLE XLIV. The honor of the harmony Produced by your melodious crew. If not--the blame he lays On his comrade's wretched writing. no!"--said Chucky. At the barbarous dissonance. every one. With what delicious cadence And accent delicate The orchestra resounded. two or three.-.--to grace the occasion gay.-. I'll only say. That understood their trade. While. to avoid presumptuous shame. that most Stopped up their ears. Or the Canary-bird. Sure I need not here repeat. The day beware. At length the choir the prelude Commenced within the hall. Now the experiment is made. THE CONCERT OF THE BEASTS. Two Hornets brisk the tenor try.On your own shares.If the book should make its way Each arrogates the praise. When writers. The Hornets. Hog and Donkey grunted base.Two lusty Crickets treble sang." Donkey brayed.Fables of Yriarte. Before the time appointed To electrify all hearts.-. And your incompetence betrayed-.Adroit performers all-. to make up the melody. Of Lark or Linnet no one thought. Their annoyance sought to hide. I say the Locust. are the real sinners!" The Lion silenced the dispute: "Before the concert was begun Each puffed-up and conceited brute Was bragging loud--yea. worse than all. "No. And turgid aphorisms diabolical. Little wisdom was displayed. Frog and locust took their place To do up the contra-alto. Locust angrily replied. That no bravo's cheering shout Or glad applause awaited them. But. that e'er ye dare Again to sing to me!" ***** Such. Took upon themselves the charge The music to provide. by Tomas de Iriarte Lovers of phrases hyperbolical. And. And pleasure to insure. They organized an orchestra To make success secure.Upon your mouthing verbiage dogmatical Reflects this polysyllabic apologue enigmatical. And challenged confident applause. And be prepared with plaudits soon. "'Tis plain that those confounded tenors. 23 Attention--noble auditory! While the rebeck I tune." "The Hog. "That mars the harmony. he fairly spoils the whole. from deference to their host.-. much less accomplished But more self-satisfied. by the wry faces. ye all are dumb. Frog saw. Now get ye gone--and from my sight Forever banished be. to him alone. Naught was said about the Nightingale. Each musician loudly vaunted How they would play their parts. Exhausting all the dictionary's store Of giant-worded and bombastic lore. "The stupid Ass is out of tune Most shockingly. at once.--"on my soul. That echoed far and wide. When ye have heard my story. Each on his neighbor lays the blame. As often it doth happen. Devised. Their scanty wits uniting." said he.Though meaningless and inappropriate all. Before the expectant multitude. "No--'tis the treble. Out of all time and tune doth squall. Heaven grant to be The issue of the fray." "That speech becomes you very ill! Mind what you say!"--in accents shrill. Of the Blackbird not a word. Certain of the subject beasts Of the mighty Lion's court An entertainment musical." A squeaking Cricket cried.
into an inn's dark corner brought it. tempered well.Fables of Yriarte.-.-. until the maid.-.At last." The rogue. in wretched rivalry. too. and polishes. But the schoolmaster will come And write it.-.The innkeeper as great a blockhead. They."-. Then. The blind man spoke by signs Which the mute did plainly mark. in his kitchen. Another clothes vile works in sounding words. in like way.Said the blind man. with their works. Though better fate it well deserved. famous writers fits-. There--like an useless thing--upon a pin Hung up. While this was going on within the inn. THE UNFORTUNATES. for the case in hand. We must go to him at home. accost A passing comrade of them both. And. In this odd predicament. In turn. was dumb And deafer than a mole.In such transactions miserably raw. The cutler saw that. seeks to sell his spits for trusty swords.--sad disaster!-. And brought them safe through dangers many." "How can a cripple lame.-. A certain stranger. The shock of many a combat did withstand. By order of the innkeeper. that would a modish life begin. "I must here give up the task.Thus turning noble swords to vulgar spits. The mute was messenger. And sells it to the unsuspecting clown. He cleans. To close this curious scene And conference singular. The blind and maimed man dictate."--said the one-armed man--. Who his right arm had lost.-. as gallows e'er did cure. sharp and trusty. it ate itself away In useless rust. it several masters truly served.A precious blockhead.--sure. May not we charge these vile translators Who. "Friends. and sharpens it. from his birth."A sword should ready be another day.-. Some trifle to arrange was set With a blind man. service long had done. A contract it behoved Of the bargain to prepare. Which. if you ask. And the blind man. We see infesting all the world of Letters? One. by Tomas de Iriarte THE SWORD AND THE SPIT.Into the kitchen took it. he can hardly stir. one day. ***** With equal knavery and stupidity. The sword was but an idle ornament.--"hither come? Why. for the time. newly come to court. if the hilt could but inspection stand. When. Some luckless chance--who ever would have thought it?-. The whole matter understood. Degrading--shame upon her!-. No matter what the blade might be--so sent His booby customer. An arrant knave. from his mouth. with bad versions. away. A Sword. His friend was in the dark.For the good sword of Thomas d'Ayala. FABLE XLV.A clown. cheek by jowl." The cripple then the compact To paper did transfer. At auctions sold for paltry penny. he must have been. 24 Sheer. for friendly aid.Did to a cutler for a sword resort. as good as from the skilful hand Of famous smith Toledan ever fell.-. he said his say.To spit a hen.What once had been a blade of proof and honor. then. A man who. takes an old and battered spit. The gestures of the mute He explained in language good. her master. .
In which the chick such fight did show. Sweet nuts and tender filberts. He claimed the honors of the field to win. "The fine old fellow!--surely it would be Unfair to thrash so old a chap as he. no other bird Is so wealthy as myself. And to Magpie answered she: "This is all an idle story.-. THE MONKEY AND THE MAGPIE. after furious din. the crafty Monkey. And the old one around so sharply rattle. A scrap of gauze and half a comb. And a little bit of candle. Of a knife a shabby handle. And a Chicken but half grown Squabbled something about. my lady Magpie Proceeded to produce.-. Which would each alone defy." Replied her friend: "I'll wait on you with pleasure. a veteran. Old rags and wretched rubbish You. In time of need.-. I have two nice snug magazines.-. and whatever else is good. I eat at leisure. with a loud.-. by Tomas de Iriarte 25 For this purpose any two Were enough. exultant crow. And your wealth mere trumpery. that was well known As a champion brave and stout. A Cock. lay by. You shall see them. now. Pay less attention to the age Than talents of his adversary.-Two petty coins.Who hardly left him plume or crest. I've skill A thousand things to steal. to me's unknown. Where I my hoard conceal In my chest. if you will. Not that they all are worth a groat. THE COCKS. To hit off the plan devised By weak aspirants for glory.-. The battered tip of scabbard Worn out in ancient war. of such a hapless crew.-. For. First.-.-.Of many fights. a buckle. he is very young." No more he dared himself to match With the young hero.--"If you'll go With me unto my dwelling. To her friend." . Look at my jaws. there safely to remain Till I shall hungry be again. Three pegs of a guitar. beneath them here." So their course forthwith they bend To see the Magpie's treasure. But." ***** Let him that will in strife engage On any question literary. But because it keeps them safe. At last got up a very pretty battle. sure you know. FABLE XLVI. By their united pains. Whereon he muttered to the rest. Who club their pens and brains Some wondrous work to try.Fables of Yriarte. when I please. A blade of broken scissors. but again With an old Cock he had a scratch.--and even more. some one contrived the story. You see. Said a Magpie. What I like. This very matter happened. friend Monkey? Don't you envy me my pelf? Upon my word. straggling waif. an old colored garter. ***** Were it not that in Alcarria. foolish bird. That. FABLE XLVII. Then a hoop that ladies use. Then the seraglio's vanquished lord.His rival out of hearing of his tongue. I've some pretty things to show.As a thousand gossips know." A shrewd grimace the Monkey made.With an endless lot of knick-knacks. dear gossip. "Ah! in time he'll make a pretty bird.And. A little while ago. These I contract at pleasure. But. Or expand them.And the residue in these I stow. poor fellow. "What think you now. if you prefer. And racy sweetmeats--I.Meat. Or chops.But what. In your faithful chest you bury Every petty.-. And there.It might have been surmised That. It took no less than four.-.Said. to serve as food. That good for nothing were.
grown crusty. FABLE L. Upon the parching ground. will ever study most. His Master soon the mischief saw. And drained it dry. Nor yet deny--to save the fish-. And served to form a basin Where many fish were fed. "I marvel much. "The flowers I love. that by and by." The Gardener. My natural talent will by education thrive. That he lets the plants go thirsty. That carp and tench may swim. For sure. shortly after. In the garden." ***** Though the maxim may be trite.Fables of Yriarte. your models make. till due supply For carp and tench was gone. It owes to imitation of your song. And thus. The indignant owner found His flowers. thus. you see. instruction to derive. I wish my untutored strains to modify By the deep rules of science it has taught. FABLE XLIX.-. THE GARDENER AND HIS MASTER. I think. Of the watering of his flowers The Gardener thought alone. good sir. is good For those who make a show Of a medley incoherent. Your imitators. To imitate my native bursts it sought. THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE SPARROW.Lay by the author's quill. FABLE XLVIII. Taste and profit to unite. by Tomas de Iriarte ***** 26 Shall the Monkey's lecture shrewd To the Magpie only go? The advice.-. that such strange pains you take. And leave me not a fish to taste. That you. And you will see the good results ere long. in turn.-. who sing so sweetly and so well. . Where no meaning is apparent." ***** Has the caprice some learned fancy crossed. but also like My mess of fish for dinner. So reads his Master's whim.Unless you have the skill. all dry and withered. A copious fountain played In a garden's flowery bed. When by her cage a chattering Sparrow roaming Stopped--his surprise at her attempt to tell." "Nevertheless. the notes the organ's pipes that swell. A Nightingale her voice one day was tuning In notes to match an organ's sonorous swell. And scolds the careless sinner. That hours to study given are labor lost? Who wisest is.A single flower to grace the dish."Though it had learned of me." replies the Nightingale. "Booby! you need not water waste. I would not fail From it.
Where a well-stocked vineyard lay-.So elegance and finish give That form to thought. THE LACE-MAKERS. although.How big and nice! I call That fruit. Books should.-."Is this the fruit you puff? Who would think you were so raw? What puny. lived A man who made silver and gold galloons. Is stranger. with years grown gray. But we'll make a trial fair. withered stuff! Pooh! It isn't worth a straw. Their morning flight to hold.-.But fair business I've done. ***** It may not much surprise That young birds by chaff are caught. I'll swear. If bad. "Now. Learn how to live.-.-. Well tired. All day did I trudge. But that. it was a yellow calabash. condescend. And better far than any here I know of. A Hunter turned home. indeed. who would have believed. Is not strange. "Come with me.Fables of Yriarte. Near a lace-weaver. "that. Three yards of your light lace are sold Than ten of mine. sir.On its luscious fruit to prey. so very much your own. FABLE LI. by which great works shall live. by men reputed wise. bigger fruit enough. His grandson asked one day. though wrought in heavy gold!" "That my articles exceed In value.With him to go straightway. be bought. You work in gold. And. But loaded with rabbits. Near by--to a neighbor He met in the way-. THE HUNTER AND HIS FERRET.--my old lad. 27 "Where may this vineyard be?"-. If I am the judge. at style who sneer. Now. A single grape. "A long tramp. I should say. The pert young pilferer saw. is it not? If a good work. . and exhausted With the heat of the sun. to regard the matter only." Said the grandsire.An unpractised youth and bold. indeed--no trash. for bulk. and I in thread alone. Note that--as here A simple thread doth precious gold transcend-. even for more doubloons.He recounted the labor And spoils of the day. FABLE LII."And what fruit is there?"--"We'll see." As he spoke the words. The fledgling shouts--"Look there-. A Thrush. the more there is the worse. Hot enough. he shew Where thick the clusters grew. my boy. in a garden near. And wise as well as old." Reader. 'tis great of course. But the luck is not bad." When they reach the garden wall.The youngling answered coy. And a banquet rich enjoy." said he. Since the break of the day I 've been out in the sun. Will prove better than it all. by Tomas de Iriarte THE TWO THRUSHES. For skill is known to all To be of greater worth than raw material.-." ***** Let those. And valued for their size. Neighbor.
Soon after Piggy did his dissertation end. said he. FABLE LIV. That. To the meek Lamb. "Now surely you joked." The Ferret's quick ear. His master did hear-. Can you truly deny? These rabbits of yours. Let the world wag." said Flint. or maxim clever. THE PIG. As may be very easily believed. Sleep numbs our senses with a stupid sloth. a little Lamb there lived." The Lamb hears both." ***** . In the same yard. in a convenient sty. Who play the mean game-. and stretch yourself at leisure. FABLE LIII. I say. Of little worth you'll be!" "Not much. And good companions. Behind the court. too. the Flint without. THE COCK. To chip out the brilliant sparks. and knows not which to trust.--"what a delightful lot! And what a peaceful. 28 He was cool as some writers.-. One must sleep sparingly. Or rules as good for others' guidance own. With the bright stars to watch. In hot July. is just That others ought to do what suits himself. In which his sides he bruised. by Tomas de Iriarte Without too much bragging. is the true way. Where a brisk Cock around at pleasure ran.-That I did the work. in his turn. AND THE LAMB.I should like to inquire. Excepting such as they have hit upon.That the fine rule. For the unfeeling way. "To be with health and active vigor blest. In my toils do you see.--"and yet. But it did no such thing. the Cock the Lamb addressed. His sharp nose he poked Through its lattice of wire. with your leave. Who caught them but I? So little desert. That you never can make Some slight mention of me?" ***** That this cogent remark The master might sting. there's no such pleasure. And the Steel cries out. my little friend.His own praise while he sung." But.To borrow from others. "Now. beyond a doubt. A body might think.--some there are who never Think any doctrine sound."--the thrifty Pig.Fables of Yriarte. by each laid down. For such in farmers' yards we often see. After some sharp remarks They parted company. happy destiny. I say and repeat it.No hunter in bagging The conies can beat it. In his box as he hung. in this wretched world.-. were all the three. In a court-yard a poultry-house did lie. In fact unnerves the mind and body both. The Steel the Flint abused Most bitterly one day. ***** So among authors. "Good-by! Unless with me you 're used. or frosty winter day. THE FLINT AND THE STEEL. Just what yourself are worth. The livelong day to slumber! Is it not? Upon the honor of a Pig. As to snore merrily the time away. Yet breathe not their name. He never guesses--simple little elf-. Lay a stout Pig--fat as an alderman.
neck and eye: Then takes his pen--again he looks-. he stated The matters we have just related. in friendly chat. devoid of skill. The loin and belly. That I should rob and slay a traveller-. FABLE LVI. A luckless wayfarer to rob. Let not your worship. Some curious friends. and tail. More dirt than you clean up upon your path.Fables of Yriarte.He answered: "Sir. cruel as a Turk. and skin. hang you for a Broom!"--said she in wrath-. To fresh dissection then himself betakes. exhausted with his labors. Then. THE JUDGE AND THE ROBBER. he sought The Judge upbraids him with his crime-." ***** The botchers who. When buckles. The other Lizard jumped and ran. FABLE LVII. In the flint. without a fear. Who justify. They both are sure to fail. This done. He pulls apart. no fire we find Without the help of steel. The plumpest now he has dissected. to my mind. the scientific man Gave o'er.Nor of the matter make a charge so sore! I've done such things these forty years. trunks and cloaks. Long as they work apart. Let not these blockheads fear that I shall score Their paltry backs--I leave their blundering trade To the apt censure of the serving-maid. for scrutiny. by Tomas de Iriarte This little tale of ours. pretend The faults of others' writings to amend. And swords. Let each writer bear in mind. Who deep study has not joined To native powers. you 're making. paws. and more. "Now. by chance.While others yet turn up their noses. But leave them ten times fuller than before. by argument of use.Urging the long-lived blunders of the past Against the verdict by sound critics cast. . And torn the reptile limb from limb. A Naturalist. then. Errors of speech or of expression low-. THE HOUSEMAID AND THE BROOM. At the sharp point of murderous knife. and even of his life. 29 A villain was by hands of justice caught. To them. Two Lizards in his garden catches."For. In his old haunts.On the highways I rob. I houses sacked. A Housemaid once was sweeping out a room With a worn-out and very dirty Broom. dropped in to see The subject of his shrewd anatomy. watches. Now--no compunction left-. Just as of cash. with the filth and shreds you leave behind Where'er you go.The memoranda enters in his books. And coolly sets himself at work To anatomize the little wretches. from earliest time I've been a rogue. Nor does Genius aught avail Without the aid of Art. With microscope he then inspected Intestines. make such a stir. One wonders--questions one proposes-. to join his neighbors. FABLE LV.A little writes and recapitulates-. I stole from other folks." ***** Do we the bandit's wretched plea allow? Yet writers give no worthier excuse. THE LIZARDS. practised in petty theft. fairly launched upon my wild career.
A Mole heard their frolic. Hare and Eat. forsooth."For everything myself did see.I think I will try. In the impartial public's eyes-. Their paltry trash in serious way To note--your pains will never pay." "But"--said the loiterer--"what needs argue more? I trust my Watch. your Watch is slow. holding it on high. by his comrades for a reason pressed. At the game of the blind man Together to play. we are worthy great consideration-. By luck. To call us vermin who shall dare? 'Tis gross abuse--as all must own. in us." ***** It is not worth the while to natter The pride of writers we despise. Many opinions there may be--but only one is truth!" FABLE LIX. Who came long after all the rest. The Mole. No single Watch agreed with any other."--said he. I doubt not. and must admit.-. Sure. And a Squirrel--made six. not I. The livelong day this man did spend Over the body of our friend.The first authority that comes to hand. no wonder. A knot of friends. who gross blunders make. The guests all round next eagerly began To pull their Watches out to test the fact.For all men like to prove their words exact. For all can surely see. Would stumble and blunder.-. their entertainer chanced to be A great proficient in astronomy. The Monkey. friends. And said. that ten less than the last. Brimful of his tricks-. and. invited to a feast.One at the quarter stood. Then quote--in order to make good their stand-. Gives them occasion to surmise Their claims to be of some amount. noble brothers. THE MOLE AND OTHER ANIMALS. If. Some four-footed creatures Assembled one day. Some mischief. Sought for his tardiness to make excuse: And. . But with our story we will now go on. all was doubt and question and vexation. Then. our high station Let us with dignity maintain.Whatever spiteful folks may say.-. The rest of us came near an hour ago. 'Tis honoring too much the matter. This fourteen more. clearly. as I have said before. To condescend to criticize. another. if any one can see The use--no point needs unsupported be. at half. "Friend. It was. Replied--"'Tis you are out of time.--"Surely I For this fun am just fitted-. consulted--and the hour Was three o'clock and just two minutes more." Now let each wiser man this reference take To foolish authors."Whatever spiteful folks may say. Thus he concluded all the disputation: "To quote opinion and authority Against the truth. by Tomas de Iriarte 30 "You need not doubt it." He asks to come in. A Dog and a Monkey. He had in his head. Because of his hands He had better control. At table sat--a loitering guest. The Monkey agreed. With his skin-covered eyes.Fables of Yriarte. He. THE WATCHES. Drew out his Watch. 'Tis two precisely--wherefore this abuse?" "Absurd!" they answered." FABLE LVIII. I pray. his Chronometer by observation Carefully set. at each step. attributes so rare Are worth such pains in writing down.With a Fox. Now. he blinded The eyes of the whole. Of Lizards to make great account. One made it six and thirty minutes past.
to get up a sham-. my good sir. THE OWL AND THE TOAD.-. prithee. of a veteran of the ring. my comrades. Sir Solitary!"-.-. Where he chanced to catch the curious eye Of a great Toad that was hopping by. without the pole.--you'll find out This is not the last tumble you will catch. The lesson. like me?" Alas! how few of us authors live By the good advice the Owl doth give! All the nonsense we write.-. whether you be.The youngster said.Fables of Yriarte. in the day's broad face. Will hardly do for me--well I know. I cannot see." FABLE LXI." As he says this.--"Good master.--displaying your grace So jauntily now. "Holloa. with accent merry.Don't you think it would far better be. Said he. Why should you wish my motions so to fetter? I lack not strength. look.As well may be thought.Spoke out the Toad. His Moleship was caught.--it is all one thing. master. If you hid in another hole.Without much ado.The master said. THE OIL-MERCHANT'S ASS. Will the blockhead confess himself Stupid--think ye? FABLE LX. is good--let us learn it It often would be much better to burn it. FABLE LXII. now--this step and posture--see If I. he throws the pole away-. nor yet activity.With affected surprise. it be dry as the dust. there's not one whit of trouble in it. But conspicuous toads we rather would be. to the world. To him it now fell: And who was there fitted To act it so well? 31 But. can't do it better. by Tomas de Iriarte At the very first trial. of course. As an unpractised urchin lessons took In dancing.Answered the Owl to the Toad below. For instance. get printed we must." ***** If a creature purblind Thus pretends he can see. To be blind-man. Than modest owls in our own hollow tree.-.--"and if you choose to scout The aid of art and method. and let us see. Handsome or ugly. Look."-. up there. A red Owl was sitting quietly Up in his hole. pray?" He's flat upon his back in half a minute! "At your best friend you grumble--silly wretch."What's coming now? What are you doing.-. "To attempt by daylight to make a great show. Which you call balance-pole or counterpoise! In rope-dancing. "And for you. .--"What are we doing? You've not blinded my eyes." "I have never set up for an elegant beau."-. On slack or tight rope. what use one can devise For such a clumsy load. Although."Poke out your head. THE ROPE-DANCER. How this great staff bothers and wearies me. in a hollow tree.
-. stumbling. In the opinion of the rest.-. If mean it was.--but. luscious wine. "Begone!" said he. New wines."Better than I. The good. By age will mellow and refine. good friends. But. an Ass.-.Bad wine I hold in low repute. a noisy Frog Heard a Hen cackling near his bog.An Oilman's hack. To tell the right one from the wrong one. the divine.Fables of Yriarte. I beg?"-. I take the jolly toper's text. In cask. my way Into my own stable cannot find. is it not a shame."Nothing. What's all this shocking fuss about. if they will Grow wiser. another. And ever do eschew. Occasionally. THE FROG AND THE HEN. struck his nose The cruellest of blows Upon the door's projecting clamp. Fare as ill. I'll not grudge. Than vinegar a century ago.Modern alone. refuse.-. I drain the flask. talked and sipped again. In nothing changed. 'tis folly great To think that every cask of wine. A well-stocked wine-cellar within. The later wines were deemed the best. THE CONNOISSEURS. One praising ancient lore-. in every shape. idle declamation Picked up from interested Jews. your idle din. By no such foolish question vexed. without a word. More than if I were stone-blind. By certain vintages--yet may Tickle the palates of a future day. And never vex myself to ask. No such delicious. in times long past. from time to time. Time cannot make the poor wine good. So cease. If it be old or new. Their opponents' theory they abuse. With foot o'er-worn by toil. As days gone by--so generous. A quarrel rose.-. you know. Their wines I know--and many more. whate'er it is. both long and loud. Worth no jot more this hour. From Xeres' plains to Tudela. For want of one poor lamp?" ***** Much I fear. for choice of wine. From Valdepeñas to Oporto. I've tasted of the juice of grape. by Tomas de Iriarte 32 Once on a time. jug or skin.A famous connoisseur and knowing. by my troth. In any vintage. The bad. "your clamor rude Disturbs our quiet neighborhood. So ripe.-. that those who glory In buying books they never read. With obstinacy.Though some despise for being new. No one is fitted. From the Canary Isles to Malta. When an old toper chanced to come-." ***** Many a learned bore Keeps up a constant bother.Mere trashy. "Now. The occasion was. Of either side the rabid hum The cellar filled to overflowing. in its first hour. FABLE LXIV.Poor Donkey did exclaim."-."That I. that many tried Veterans their voices did combine."By jolly Bacchus.Bearing upon his back A huge skin filled with oil.-. It will be washy still and crude.Which very safely may compare With any wines that ever grew. From Malaga unto Peralta.And deserve no more. That no such drinks our times supplied.--letting slip an oath. too. let them heed this story. Once on a time. distinguish and to judge. or earthen jar. Into his stable sought to pass. rude and flagrant. I tell you now. Their notion termed exaggeration. You see that I am from Navarre. And surely to lay down the law. Those you despise--although surpassed."-. Where wine-bibbers--a goodly crowd-Tasted and argued. so mellow and so fragrant. dear sir. fine. or bottle. But when 'tis good. Enough--to settle the dispute-. Said he then. who every day Carry tuns of oil. FABLE LXIII. Who glosing tales for cheatery use. To taste. Of every kind. Which on its head bears ancient date. I use. but that I've .-. Hogshead or tub. but turning sour.Among such worthies 'tis a strong one-. there are.
neighbor Frog. To wind up the whole. I devote to the purpose the northern saloon. too." said the other.-. he was too. as well as his talents allow. Send a cabinet-maker to put up some shelves. THE BEETLE. no time shall be lost. I say. some tasteless writers no keen Or delicate fancy can please. Here the author should lavish his pains. Inspects and approves: "And now. in buying some books. filthy beetle agrees. Whose fancy more cheerily chimes." "To be sure." The cases are done. For a fable a subject I have. By a sentence pithy and terse. in the first place. Which not always are matched to our hands. There is time enough yet. the owner he comes. every one knows That--although from no filth he refrains-. that a house so complete. by Tomas de Iriarte laid an egg. we will busy ourselves. 'twill be a pretty good job. when I'm not put out To hear your croaking all the night and day? I boast that I have done some little good. Capacious. As she always will be at odd times-. and.And the topic for somebody stands. Just what he could have us to know.Fables of Yriarte. That ten times as stupid. Hold you your tongue! You do no good at all.--no matter for cost."I must go out and look up some twelve thousand tomes.-. FABLE LXVI."-. said a neighbor one day.--but for rhymes To-day my muse is too grave.-.--an ornament great.-.For I want one paltry and low. With adornments according to taste."--said the snob. they say. A Beetle contemptible. But this moral conclusive rehearse. Are you so troubled. let him show.He will ne'er eat the leaf of a rose. "how strange that the case To me never occurred. That. Which would do very well." FABLE LXV. by the way. .To make it all perfect. "It vexes me much. This astonishing taste he explains. though small. as rich. Of said fable the hero I choose. Then. While.To this wealthy dolt. 'Pon my honor. So. there was a rich man--and."Should a Library lack. In Madrid.Whose magnificent mansion made ample display Of furniture gorgeous and costly and new. For this writing of fables demands That in verse our ideas should flow. And so let him trick out his verse." "A single egg! and therefore such a rout?"-- 33 "Yes. I'll supply the want soon.-. Of this insect. now.So useful and elegant. THE RICH MAN'S LIBRARY. well finished. as the flowers' beautiful queen With no coarse.-. a single egg.
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