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