Fables of Yriarte, by Tomas de Iriarte


Fables of Yriarte, by Tomas de Iriarte
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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

Who feels the censure linger Must sup on his own bread. The venomous Serpent hissed aloud.Fables of Yriarte. When every brute beast had a way. The guileless Lamb and thrifty Ant. frugal and provident. He then discharged the censor's part-. Ostentatious insolence. The mischievous Balm-cricket leapt From the tumultuous throng. the whispering tone Of Wasp and Hornet. the Linnet shy. The Tiger and rapacious Wolf. FABLE II. The Bee. A thousand vicious actions quoted. Long years ago. a part not small Declared that their offended pride Such language plain could not abide. His vile abuse. to say In language all could understand-. 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. from far and near. prevailing. And gross abuses. Idleness. THE DROMEDARY. This truth important let him heed: That to all nations--not to any one-. among the crowd. well learned by heart. 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. In careful phrase. Fly and Drone.A thousand silly foibles noted. The world has shown alike The faults at which they strike In each revolving week. too. The wriggling Caterpillar crept His sneaking way along. While. The trusty Setter. Not they--no. And the simple Butterfly. not at all. But. Let him who winces put them on. Opening their lank jaws' bloody gulf. procrastination. A murmuring echo gave. The stately Elephant looked down Upon the vexed turmoil: "To each and all and yet to none. With reverence the most profound His long proboscis swept the ground. Against the adviser rave. FABLE I. of the audience. 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 Fox kept silence shrewd.Spake his calm voice above the broil. Which strenuous reform deserved. He called them all. . THE SILKWORM AND SPIDER. What he thought and felt. Who not. The dictates of his generous sense.The sagacious Elephant observed Among these creatures many a failing. sauciest of the pack. His sound and noble counsel stirs The hearts of many listeners."These censures I apply. working sore vexation. His strictures on their ways to hear. THE LIZARD." ***** Whoever may my fables read. with grimaces rude. 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. Mocked.-. The Weasel arched his spiteful back. Accepting. in far-off land.And to all times. The Monkey."-. The Locust spread his clanging wing. His greedy conscience felt the sting. hear quietly. with due reverence. Envy. all around. Ever faithful to her love. they speak. The arrogance of ignorance. and the Dove. Then--since the warning finger Points at no destined head-. The obedient Horse.

And various measures each idler suggested. "with a jealous eye. Before the Monkey showed his skill. mid-day will see the job completed. 5 A Piedmontese a Bear had taught Upon two legs the art of dancing. At last.Than to try. who seek a noble fame. with laugh malicious. who with all her might was spinning Hard by. . "How do I dance.Fables of Yriarte. can you deny?" A jolly Pig was standing by. thus bespoke him. But the labor proved very distasteful. FABLE IV. inexperienced crew. And now. And soberly the grunter eyed. anxious to excel. Bruin. a rude. To wash of their sloth the sad stigma away. friend? Prithee tell." said the Monkey. in sad and humble mood. What costs small labor is of smaller value. But Bruin thoughtful stood." "Ill. By a sense of their bad reputation molested. by your delight. Was never seen beneath the sun. Just see how fine and beautiful it is. A Spider." ***** Let those who boast their numerous vapid volumes. It must be miserable. sure am I. not bulk." "I am afraid you look on me. Know that 'tis quality. FABLE III." He spoke. indeed. Now. To earn their bread. THE DRONES AND THE BEE. at the making of honey. The workmen. And shouted. indeed. By showing off his awkward prancing. Now. the master sought. No other expedient well could they see.--"Bravo! nobly done! A better dancer. What bad applaud. To his loud praise he thus replied: "When Monkey did my dancing slight I did not much the censure heed." Said Bruin. "very ill. early." ***** Authors. by Tomas de Iriarte At his cocoon a busy Silkworm labored. And know the step. THE MONKEY AND THE HOG. their hand. is worse. In the eyes of all animals better to stand-. that I move quite gracefully. They began to be doubtful if they should succeed Very well in attaining the object in view. Mark well the moral of my verse! That's bad which worthy judges blame. But now I see. too!" Coolly replied the precious fabric's workman: "'T is true--your labor tells us its own story. that's precious. good Master Silkworm? This very morning I began it. The Drones in grave council assembled one day.Though lazy and stupid as well they could be-. In silly exultation tasks comparing: "What think you of my web. THE BEAR.

Till the gallery where their cages hung Discordant was as Babylon. A dame from St.And the Frenchman kept not long The phrases he had borrowed From less fashionable tongue. "Is this all you can do? Of the honey I make. To ask some beasts--his own especial cronies-.In his veracious Natural History. The Parrot answered pertly.-." ***** How many there are. That authentic author. By quoting wise words from the lips of the dead! But with all their pretence.Fables of Yriarte. By interring in state an old Bee that had died-. Their mistress parts the babblers-. then. curtly. The Parrots talked amain. He eagerly begged after The scrapings of the pot. in style so fanciful and turgid. did they ever. And told. Panegyrics immortal they buzzed to her fame. 6 This done. In funeral obsequies. Who exercised his warm imagination. there are. each beast minutely painting. As with argument conclusive. On hands and feet alternate spun in circles."You are nothing but a Purist. While the Spanish bird changed nigh each word For the idiom of Gaul. like Harlequin. Would a mongrel tongue invent. in two different languages. With pomp and with honor they lauded her name. The other still refuses His jargon to give over. Danced on the rope with somerset and shuffle. in sooth." quoth Magpie. in the end. who served a puppet showman: That thought one day.--which I've forgotten. exhibited the sword-dance. A Magpie shouted out At the folly of the lout.-. by Tomas de Iriarte To get rid of their trouble they fain would contrive.-. THE TWO PARROTS AND THE MAGPIE. Half owns the flag of Spain. Domingo Brought with her Parrots twain. Father Valdecebro. With hearty roar of laughter. The story ran: That it was a Monkey skilful In thousand tricks. Thus.In his eighth book. FABLE VI. brilliant and grand. Now this island is half Gallic. For the whitest of wax and honey so bland. And to the fabulous Phoenix gave full credence.A notable Bee of a neighboring hive. one day. not one single drop Would I give for the fuss of your beggarly crew. With their own language not content. By spots and marks. I ask. From balcony across the way.Relates the story of a famous Monkey. everywhere. First he played dead man.Exulting that he thus can vary The range of his vocabulary. in absence of his master."--? "Thanks for the compliment. THE SHOWMAN'S MONKEY AND HIS MASTER. or ninth. Last. The French Parrot from the Spaniard Took a contribution small. no soul could tell If it were one or 't other. Of taste foolishly exclusive. Produce any such from their own shallow head? FABLE V. About the Unicorn astounding marvels. Of all her companions the model and pride. .To witness all his entertaining juggles. who their emptiness mask. Soon the French and the Castilian They mixed up in such a bother That. ***** Many men.-. Made desperate leaps. with much self-satisfaction they stop. In mongrel French. Like the Parrots. But new merit rather chooses In this hotchpotch to discover-. But a Bee said in scorn.

That you hardly would call it a belfry at all. by Tomas de Iriarte did the Prussian manual. But. When Master Pedro. THE ASS AND THE FLUTE. in their rustical eyes. if you forget to light your lanthorn?" ***** Pardon my hint. ***** Of true merit and excellence. For the poor little neighborhood did all the ringing.Fables of Yriarte. Its tinkle soon passed for a bell of great size. Asses may not be known if they never should bray. Now that this little belfry might ape in renown The cathedral's huge tower.--as is showman's custom. its glory was great.--since the evening Had now set in.An exhibition with the magic lanthorn He now would give. better yet than any. said to Monkey.--what was going on at once perceiving.The said little bell should be rung--it was voted. was disconcerted. were heard--never more. From side to side he shoved the painted glasses. with a belfry so small. The chamber was all darkened. explaining. By grave airs and long faces.-. nor yet the audience wearied. And think that their wisdom is surely inferred From their seldom vouchsafing to utter a word. By this cunning device. ye deep and subtile writers. In the district the city held under its sway. Your brains are dark as the unlighted lanthorn. That only on solemn occasions was rung. Through a field in our village A wandering ass One day did pass. gun on shoulder. the while. as he had seen his master. That briefly and seldom--on festivals noted-. most of all. by preliminary explanation. as is usual. for none could see the brilliant wonders Which Monkey was so volubly announcing. If one opens his mouth. And a poor little church. Now and then. it is true. then we know he's an ass. Indeed. that loomed up o'er the town. "What is the use of all your endless gabble. For this stately reserve and its wonderful weight. FABLE VII. many men try. And. a hamlet there lay. When. Who boast to be beyond our comprehensions.-. The Monkey. By chance. Its echoes majestic. entering unexpected. FABLE VIII. that in it was swinging. in a general way. and soon arose suspicion That these proceedings were but empty humbug.Half laughing and half angry. By chance. the place to supply. With these and other tricks he long amused them. by strokes three or four.-. There a little cracked cow-bell. He fixed attention. This little lay To me occurred to-day. But the spectators strained their eyes attentive In vain. All were perplexed. . And for a wise animal safely may pass. Be it good or bad. in grave cadence. Each scene loquaciously. THE CATHEDRAL BELL AND THE LITTLE BELL. You fool. Throughout the whole parish. 7 In a certain cathedral a huge bell there hung. Of a few wretched rustics.Behind the lanthorn being duly stationed.

for their foolish pertness. even a hand's breadth high. FABLE X. certainly.-. if you try. a sample. All right. that I'm of humble height. With other instances of enterprise. "Oho!" said the wise beast. too. In the flower language. without one jot of art. To all her statements still the Flea demurred. by Tomas de Iriarte Left by a careless swain. Into the flute his breath Happened to find its way. To go with me. If I should waste on them a whole day's time. yes. with what care and pains She gathers up the scattered grains for food. 8 The Ant was once relating to the Flea The wholesome lesson of her industry. If 't were not every day before our eyes.Fables of Yriarte. you assume All this so mighty easy to be done.I've an engagement now. Ready almost to jump out of her skin. I beg you.--"Now. But. I grant it. well play a part. undoubtedly. scornfully addressing: "Heaven help you. A curious affectation some put on Of knowing everything they chance upon. There a flute he found." With such evasions. That might with many pass for idle lies. THE WALL-FLOWER AND THE THYME.". patience growing thin. And since. in such grand fashion. That cannot rise. Without a wall to climb by.This donkey grave-. by her labor. And how all labor for the common good. condescend. And never worthy of their praise esteem it. my friend." "Dear friend." With impudence unmoved. if they chose to try? But. As he stopped to smell it-. Scarce a hand's breadth above the ground you've grown. I think so. A Wall-flower spoke. nonsense! Think you thus to puzzle me? Who couldn't. This sort of folks I cannot let go by. Give us yourself. 'tis true. Sure as I live. to show them up in rhyme. Unto the Flea she answered. Thyme! 'Tis really distressing! Though the most fragrant of all plants. for once. stay. But without help I grow. so I see! 'T is plain. Of your own great abilities. I pity you. By chance. By chance. O. replied the Flea: "Pooh. "How well I can play! Who will say me nay? By chance.-."--and lightly leaped away. ***** There are donkeys plenty. Of small account and easy always deem it. I understand.With talk like this: "Ah. However new or excellent it be. Who. And the flute began to play. Forgotten on the ground.A Thyme-plant growing in a neighboring bed.--as I have somewhere read. There's better and there worse. How. I shall try. Another day We'll think of it.-. How builds the ant-hills. By chance." ***** .A snort he gave. By chance. FABLE IX. Of course.Yet could not contradict a single word-. Whatever matter they may hear or see. by way of good example. I own. myself. May. her support she gains. THE ANT AND THE FLEA.

By villain hounds I'm hunted down. Who ever thought eggs were so delicate! Next. spiced. And. At the clatter. hey! Then so Is my grandmother! You do not know The one from t' other. now. A Rabbit. by clinging to the name Of others. And now boiled up with milk.Most happy thought!--and still another." "Stupid! they 're naught But mongrel cur. ***** Ye who. if so You understand that there they had no hens. But they 're not hounds. Out of his burrow.--they say.Because the stranger taught no other way." "Curs.Fables of Yriarte."-. All had their day--the last was still the best. by a happy chance. some one gave his friends an omelette: "Ah!" all exclaimed."What then?"--"They're curs. if you will. THE RABBITS AND THE DOGS. And showed them eggs cooked à la Huguenot. And both of them Eat up alive. one day. Toy with trifles. who. O! what boundless honors. Until fresh eggs became the common dish. But that's of little consequence. His fruitful and inventive fancy gains! Another. carried some poultry there. wandering out that way. "I have it now. Another dish the gaping natives taught."They're hounds. whom Two Dogs pursue.-. in preserves." "I see them yonder Through the furze. But that a stranger. arrogate an author's fame. ninnies. at last they tickle Their palates fanciful with eggs in pickle. FABLE XI. an artiste shouts."-. At last the experiment by one was tried-. Into the copse In terror flew. good sir. After a while."They're curs. Till. That they would so have cooked them to this day. In sherbet. I say." While they dispute The dogs arrive. A comrade sprung.-. 9 Beyond the sunny Philippines An island lies.Sagacious man!--of having his eggs fried. But a grave senior thus. Successive cooks thus proved their skill diverse.-. Take our warning.By adding to a work. important Matters scorning."-. "what an ingenious feat!" But scarce a year went by. the eggs they eat.--ye 're all a pack of louts!-. a traveller. Fast they increased as any one could wish. to have them baked devised.But blessings on the man who brought the hens!" ***** ."Friend. Or a short preface. from time to time. and now with sugar sweet. whose name I do not know. by Tomas de Iriarte For writers. addressed The epicures: "Boast. for his pains. what's the matter?" "The matter? Zounds! I'm fairly blown.--this response I quote. But all the natives ate them boiled.With nice tomatoes all my eggs are stewed. perchance a note. These countless prodigies of gastric skill-.-. THE EGGS. invents? Soft. delicious condiments That luxury. hard and dropped." And the whole island thought the mode so good. FABLE XII. But how shall I be able to rehearse All of the new.

Perchance. Muff. And cold winds take your office quite away. THE MUFF. once. FABLE XIV. And to his two companions thus began: "Now pretty articles are not ye both! You. as Umbrella. You. To serve but for a single use May also be without excuse.Fables of Yriarte. from me." FABLE XV. I can fly or I can swim. of them she might the same have said. Upon a table.But in something to excel. an useless thing become. Can you make good your brag: In the water. discoursing thus: "Nature to me is generous All creatures else beyond. Long with its mother chatted of the leaves. A little Tadpole." ***** The wise man knoweth well. That it is not wisdom's end In all things to pretend. in artless wonder. Of the huge stalks. and a Fan. like praise I earn When summer's ardent rays the Parasol defies. serve the turn. too. when spring comes about.Within. But now the air with the fierce tempest heaves. On Tagus' banks. For my life. in a former day. Or swift Falcon in the air. all pith and emptiness. And heard the vaunting strain. it hath no bound Water. If some absurd presumption show-. When a-weary of the ground. The Umbrella silence broke. the Trout Will beat you out and out: You with neither can compare.A broken cane into the stream fell over. And hissing said. Umbrella. so strong. together lay A Muff. 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. I." A cunning Snake stood by. THE DUCK AND THE SNAKE. my child. in turn. Again. When heat declines in summer's glowing urn. Fan. THE FAN. . in winter serve your purpose well. The Pot unto the Kettle spoke. THE FROG AND THE TADPOLE. earth or air within. on a canebrake gazing. But. "Without. luxuriant and smooth-. AND THE UMBRELLA.-. a broader part to play. "Come. and verdure so amazing. In dialect such as. look. And the rough winds the canebrake rent asunder-. forsooth!" ***** If our good Frog some poets' works had read.In seeking everything to know. in idle sloth In a dark corner must forgotten dwell." now said the thoughtful mother. Learn now. On the borders of a pond Stood a Duck. FABLE XIII. To shield the head from rains of wintry skies. "How vain To hold yourself so high! Not on land with the fleet Stag.

" The Linnet still maintained her joyous trill. And many a kind. Though some proved addled.All other voice by silent wonder shackled-. Long while and patiently she sat upon them. "This. In vain bestowed. "See how this tiny warbler taunteth me! Naught but my great consideration Prevents your well-deserved humiliation. "It almost tempts myself to sing. What a curvette! She jumps and reels. in her foolish pate. "Keep silence. And sundry birds of easy flight. Half our journey Not long will bide her In such a race. Vexed with her young ones' awkward flight.Bring out your fledglings.Here sprawling flat. hath ever heard. What." "Would you might sing!" replied the little bird. I find. How! out of wind! With ready heels She kicks behind. Let us see them fly! Then. A murrain foul Seize on your soul! Amen to that! . To admire her progeny. But each away with his own offspring flew. "With boundless curiosity we all-. our feathered tribes among.Fables of Yriarte. although No voice. cheat the expectation! FABLE XVIII. A host of birds collects. THE LINNET AND THE SWAN. And in her nest mixed up the whole. Compares with mine in melody. That her rider Scarcely was able With rein to guide her. What trouble now? Go on! Perhaps The spur will do." resounds the cry How much belongs to you. at foundation." Kashly the Swan essayed--but only cackled. Full fed and antic. And bites and squeals. Even though 't were illegitimate. Purposed to raise a brood more light. And left poor Bustard with an empty nest. The sluggish Bustard. in time. "What insolence is this!" continued he. ***** Not strange. of course. You devil's pet. Upon her belly Down she flounders. Ye. no? Then taps Of this light rod Or harder raps From pointed goad. Both are. so rare and new. With hand and foot We'll try you yet. Pigeon and the Kite. noisy little one. By the display of my superior skill. the rest With a fine brood of nurslings filled the nest. FABLE XVII. that empty reputation.-. as yet. Without. 11 For this end many an egg she stole From Partridge. But the false jade Now slacks her pace. A Hack Mule pushed With speed so frantic Forth from her stable. at her request. upon trial.Should listen to that harmony divine. you know. Though none of us. THE HACK MULE." Unto a Linnet said the Swan. by Tomas de Iriarte FABLE XVI. THE BUSTARD. Which boasts far greater fame than mine. was found among them. Should. yet. and this is mine. who the ideas of other men brood over.-. we'll soon discover. or skill or genius.

for myself. Throughout his life. My fright is over and the pain is gone. THE RAT AND THE CAT. I now the pleasure reap Of seeing. And. Aught else is tedious waste. across the strings concordant. Cuckoo. And nothing but cuckoo!" "Wearies you. Except. in times past. and answered thus: "Never are heard these sounds harmonious. Is not the mule for me.At once. But in a work designed To gratify the taste. in sympathetic measure. the honors paid To the sweet instrument. . "With my labor interferes That unpleasant voice of thine. the while.Fables of Yriarte.-. There is no bird. If. And. THE BEE AND THE CUCKOO. Know that they are the entrails of a Goat.-. It is cuckoo all day long. "So. for myself. ***** Just so. of these strings you hear the harmony. "Beware! Good friend. sweep The hairs that from my tail were drawn. In thy waxen cells. And. in like mood Absorbed. To the sweet echoes of a violin." The good Hack turned himself. in mute delight. pray have a care Of this mule's predicament. thus consoled. FABLE XX. he dies. one shape alone." said the Bee. You make a hundred as each one. by Tomas de Iriarte ***** The Mule. Danced all unconsciously for pleasure. my monotone?" The Cuckoo straight rejoined. His feet. I say." FABLE XXI. These words he spoke: 12 "Now. through my own aid. Always ringing in my ears. I find. For you." FABLE XIX. and. So monotonous as thou. I trust some future time-. in the self-same way. as reward. Who pastured. to gain celebrity. THE GOAT AND THE HORSE. forgot his food. who. with me. "Stop." This was the Bee's reply: "A work of usefulness May lack variety. Nothing new by you is done. in vain a wretched writer tries. If I nothing new can say. to an honest Nag. A Goat. in song. And be valued none the less. too. And.When shall you taste it? Not while you're alive. whene'er I see That any author vapors Too much of his intent. long stood listening. who hope like pleasure to derive. Harmonious. To better judgment of posterity He leaves his work. that work begins With such capers. If we no invention find.Blest thought!--such sonorous strains may rise from mine.

" Ah! but look. Lamp! with what unspeakable delight I'd suck the oil all out of you this night.-. my good sir. a way of his own. Therefore it is. I love and respect the generous Hound. that will wait to make attack On authors till their victims are--alack!-. at the mouth of his hole. Turning reluctant back. that I here expose-. Recounting how a wandering Owl. on some other night. then. Vile critics. There is a set of dastard knaves. two Dogs.All safe and quiet in their graves. Unlighted. as she flew along.I'm wrong--by day it could not be." ***** Denounced though I may be. I vow."-.Which of the two I do not know.Fables of Yriarte. when. barking furiously As Cerberus.Because I dare their meanness to disclose. Into a convent chanced to make her way. They retract. THE OWL AND LAMP. As is their wont--howled savagely. indeed! Then the fable is thine?" Yes it is. For. once a little lay My old grandmother sang to me. Now. hey? I don't like it at all. when it lights on an enemy's brow. one day. my reader? "The fable is one Which delights and instructs. hard by: "This quality fine I assure you is also a merit of mine. might answer back. to attack it with tooth and with nail.Of the whole. in these things. ***** Beating an old dust pan. I shall be ready quite To make a feast. By coward critics. when safe out of sight. and I ween you'll not fail. Thus spoke she out her mind: "Ah. he coolly did call: "You boast of it. Into our own language I now will translate.-. . Being mine. AND THE DOGS AND THE RAGMAN. Just poking his nose out. With his subtile invention. without doubt. in angry spite. his wisdom so great. "No distinction more lovely and noble is found Than fidelity." ***** The honor which many would freely allow.If I should find you.--XXIII." said a Rat. But that my eyes you blind! But if I cannot now. learned man. in terrible fright He sprang to his hole. FABLE XXII. It is perfectly done. Since you are such a blaze of dazzling light. And a story of his. as. Your friend Esop wrote never a line-. Their portrait they shall see In yet another fable ere I close. as I have it at hand. on my soul." A Cat answered. Now what say you. from this noddle of mine It all came."Ah! what's that?" said the Rat. "It is plain. Esop had. by Tomas de Iriarte 13 At telling of rabies old Esop was grand. and. For living men. the evening's sun had set Below the horizon long ago. our Owl she met A Lamp or Lanthorn in the passage set-. A Ragman stood.--"Ah. With vagabondish man. they know. To this same purpose. eying him curiously.

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.-. now and then. in one lesson." ***** To many books. 14 A Thrush. Desired himself the mystery to learn. Are those who will poor copies and translations scan For models--Blunder shocking! FABLE XXV.As proof irrefragable."-. and turned his pupil out A scholar. as accomplished as." said the Eagle-."Nor in mine. man. on my head? With my vassals. . The Eagle and Lion Held solemn debate. in his turn. by Tomas de Iriarte To them a tall Greyhound Said. I'm sure. Faith. that. Moreover. And no beak. And other insects vile your couch besetting. But says. A plain quadruped I. 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. in these our days. EAGLE AND BAT. she slanders The Beasts of your reign. I am not so. And. He the great art of speech began To the Magpie to teach. from sting of flea it shields. Would you call me a Bird? A sad blunder you've made! For I wear a broad snout. Showing her wings. my verse Allots the Wolf's foul character and curse. some good you chance to do. Against the withering blight of evil eye My claws will screen you--counter charm secure." The Shepherd answered: "Animal perverse! Upon thy head be Heaven's eternal curse! On endless mischief bent--no thanks to you If. Of the Birds will complain. To her birdship she clings. PARROT AND MAGPIE. From living dogs the conscious rogue will run." "In my realm. When among you she wanders."Let that be her doom. My fat for hurts a sovereign remedy-.Of him. in darkness. You think me a bad fellow. too. such line accent thought To have attained. What a warm coat my skin in winter yields! It shelters many a man from cold and wetting. when she chooses Our laws to defy. who heard a Parrot talking-. FABLE XXVI." said the Lion. "Let the wretch alone. I'm no subject of yours." Thenceforward. THE LION.--for he is one Who from dead dogs will strip the reeking skin To sell for bread. rather than of his instructor.The uses of my teeth you know. I'll be bound. THE WOLF AND THE SHEPHERD. THE THRUSH. no doubt.Fables of Yriarte. No Bird and no Beast Such companion will own. No honor can you win On him--for." FABLE XXIV. "No more shall she come. She wanders alone.

For else. And. And neither can I guess. "Here. By general accord." With vile pretence.-. But I rather think the elf From her master got her finery. then took her way Unto the far-off land of Tetuan. I hardly see How Monkey could or cloth or tailor find find-.Which doth the truth unravel Whither she did travel.But naked every one: As no other style they knew In the land of Tetuan. rivers and morasses. hence take heed How your defaults by false excuse you cover! Fed upon straw--straw it may eat. They learned a lesson bitter-. 15 A Monkey. That to her should be confided. Through his life. by Tomas de Iriarte Bats of authors.--. Will a Monkey still remain. Who. indeed: Try it with generous fare--'t will scorn the other. Think you I nothing like but straw? Then make The experiment. Not all things gold that glitter. "On good and bad an equal value sets The stupid mob. A poet shrewd. So says an ancient proverb. moor and valley. who seek To be two things at once. in such excursion It should be his luck to join-. or by the way Of the Isthmus of Suez: All that we know is. But there a history is. not alone her road.That he would choose a captain More skilled. far this side of Tetuan. While doling out to him his lock of straw. Now the naked Monkeys crowd An admiring glance to snatch. She dragged her wearied train. Forest. And so say I again. And forthwith it was decided. hearing the lame defence.-. Indignant. it clearly will appear.Yet so the story goes--but never mind. THE MONKEY. FABLE XXVIII. Over mountain.-.For the book is very rare. Master unjust! but not because I choose it. ***** Now.Fables of Yriarte. The scurrilous author thus his trash excused. Seeing herself so gay. I take. that she certainly went there. As ruler of the horde. A stock of food to gather To feed the hungry band. A Monkey tricked herself. But her wits as well. The proverb don't say this. and ridge. To the brainless little wretch. And readily allowed. And much good may it do your vulgar maw!" Often the slighting speech the man repeated. if not so fine. Deserts. As to all." ***** Ye caterers for the public. The Ass--his quiet mood by insult heated-. THE ASS AND HIS MASTER. Bring corn. We many a Monkey see. take it--since such diet suits your taste. And never fails to praise. A meditated foray Far and wide about the land. Take care lest ye prove In both--but a dunce! FABLE XXVII. When the day's work was over They could scarcely move a limb. clothed in silk. Such as harlequin would choose. From me the worst it gets. Homage to pay they press. In dress of gaudy hues. and see if I refuse it.Replies: "Just what you choose to give.For Monkeys there abound. Which to discover must have cost a world of care But the author does not say. From toil and from vexation.That fine clothing is not wisdom. Here our fine lady found A jolly Monkey crew. And each exhausted rover Decided--if again. A Donkey's master said unto his beast. and plain. Who listen to our fable here. though he wear the student's Will still a blockhead be. She through the window sprang Upon a roof that lay Below. Which I cannot call to mind. . Wisdom and wit to match The splendors of her dress. she lost. If by ship. So the leader new set forth With all her subject host. thus exposed the argument abused.

but up I'll jump. he counsels thus. where he must fail! The little Dog cannot avail The huge well-wheel to turn. What then? I will not shirk. A contrivance shrewd has seen. . With steps on outer rim.-." The first chance of flight improving. "To the spit and kitchen fire I advise you to go back. He cried.Here the laborer at the well Interrupted. sure. THE AUTHOR AND THE RAT. In such wheel.While they eat all the meat. moreover. A Dog. In the house I will not stay. No arsenic hid in sweet confection. by Tomas de Iriarte FABLE XXIX. FABLE XXX. The rascal gnawed. In inn or convent kitchen. made he Of printed page still more luxurious feast. A turnspit strength would lack For the task to which you aspire. a wheel Of a well. no doubt. As his eyes he on it set. Nor any other bait or mixture. THE TURNSPIT AND THE MULE OF THE WELL. in his turn. What our poor Author furnished to the presses.-. And more respect compel. sage and mellow. 'T isn't turning the old spit. now. Ah! pretty heavy. when my task is done." replied the Mule. Ever prepared for rats or mice."-. Her paws she ne'er could put upon a whisker." ***** Now hear the Mule sagacious! Wisely. as the manuscripts the accursed beast Had eaten once before.--a devil of a fellow. try a pull. wearily on. They throw me out a bone. I'm light. but pump Water. in a field. which a Mule kept moving. For learned scrolls could cure his predilection. ceaseless clambering. too. Thus expressed his discontent: "Hard work and paltry pay! Here I may climb and sweat. Turns it beneath his feet. Till he found. But with whole pages nightly he made way. There dwelt a Rat. Wearily. And. nothing less.Who on naught else his hunger would assuage But prose and verse of many a learned page. And one Horatius Flaccus This same matter does discuss.-. The reader oft. 16 A wheel of wood is it. they're roasting meat.--"What have we here? By this it would appear Here. Day passes after day. Where a Dog. I shall better rations earn."Let me. How idly doth an author yearn To undertake. is it? Something harder I must work.Fables of Yriarte. Of cunning traps no shrewd device. In study of a scholar. And. He slily off did steal." "No meat I roast. Turning the spit about.-. Nor in the hated town.His works of eloquence and poesy. performed his stint. In vain the Cat watched for him night and day. who every day.

And tree to ground. Should write him in corrosive sublimate. or. Grace and lightness-. And thus the Squirrel's part they play. At his wit's end. 'Tis eaten by the animal perverse. And quickly ends his sport. Corrosive sublimate.Fables of Yriarte. Before a little Squirrel Went dashing round a plain. "Happy receipt which mischief sure requites!" Sarcastic said the Poet. "I've had enough of writing for these gnawers. so brilliant and gay!" Said the lady.And nothing else.--a noble sorrel. FABLE XXXII. My master to serve. I am sprightly. lo! too faithful to his wasteful trade. by Tomas de Iriarte 17 "Ah. if subscribed with the name Of a popular author. The world will devour. In my duty Faithful ever. Into his ink he pours. Blank paper now I'll keep within my drawers. I strain every nerve To be always prompt and clever. Argues an author either dunce or coward. In pure white paper.Docile to spur and rein. Who silver and gold like water would waste. With a new suit each day to dazzle the town. "Let him. The Squirrel brisk bespeaks him As follows: "My dear sir. So swift.-." ***** On puerile trifles of the day. The villanous vermin like destruction made. From ground to tree.On the festival day of his lady love placed On his shoes two paltry buckles of tin. This mischief must be stayed. what hard luck is mine!" the Author cried. I am never quiet found." But. . FABLE XXXI. That he courted not fame. as follows. A Steed. THE FOX AND THE LADY. I am active.Such I've often seen before." Checking his pace a moment. Not so futile My endeavor. And in grave tone. As heretofore with manuscript and print. No great merit All this deftness. the pride of our day!" ***** Thus a volume of nonsense. The good colt his gallop stayed. and writes Something. I am a fool. "Huzza for the taste and the rule Of the master of fashion. without stop or stint. All this no useful purpose speaks. Watching awhile his motions. Silence to keep. I know not whether verse or prose. Always lightly Moving round. And the impatient wight he seeks to bait. and even more. Some time and talents throw away. in copious dose." ***** Be moderate. A Fop of the most extravagant taste. In order to show. yet regular. Heed who lists. who gnaws too freely. but that fame courted him. have a care Lest his malicious insult prove a snare. A famous gallant. critic. Turns and twists. THE SQUIRREL AND THE HORSE. Idle freaks. To the Squirrel answer made: "Comings and goings. beneath invective froward. "What beautiful silver. With equal spirit. established in fame. thus relieved. Since all experiments in vain I've tried. of Parisian renown.-. by this frivolous whim.-.--for unjust abuse Severe retaliation will excuse. Just such gambols I can do. as last resort.

Who.No matter how the fact I know. to test a man's genius.-. Of writers in plenty the same may be said." The assembly." ***** Shrewdly our Fox the riddle has read."-." ***** . As his fellow-countryman.For beasts. astounded. A bitter contest once did spring. Moreover.With a thousand discussions of this and of that.-.-. THE CROW AND THE TURKEY.-. Or that both boasted necks so remarkably long? Or that Ostrich was known as a simpleton rare. Begone from sight. far off in air. Of the different qualities. If you have ever seen them fly. thus diversify leisure. That each animal marked.On their respective speed of wing. THE DROMEDARY. While some praised the Bee. AND THE FOX. THE OSTRICH."You are a most unlucky bird." the loitering Turkey cries To Crow. Sure you can tell. revolting feast On carrion corpse that dogs would spurn. disgusting beast! You fairly do my stomach turn. true. 18 A party of beasts assembled for pleasure." "All this is nothing to the case. by Tomas de Iriarte FABLE XXXIII. "but 'tis clear to me. While the other had surely no wisdom to spare? Of their mutual ugliness were they both jealous. FABLE XXXIV. of the desert. half vanished out of view. some the Parrot loquacious. of the Hound so sagacious.--very.She shouts still louder after him. like mankind. as well as I. That no beast surpasses my friend Dromedary. "The only question now in place Is of our flight a trial fair. "Are you all at a loss? then so am not I." said Dromedary." said the Ostrich. each brother. now they conversed. "True.-. praises the other. Between a Turkey and a Crow. Foreboding naught but evils grim. "I must declare That I think we can none with the Ostrich compare. Making your foul. Could it be that they both were bulky and strong. Or that each could display a protuberance callous? Or can it be--"Pooh!" said Reynard the sly. I have always heard. Which first would reach the appointed station. "Look here. Without much grave consideration." Answered the Crow. "The thought will to my mind arise That you are black and ugly too. Were whiling the time in a sociable chat. was puzzled to guess Why these two should so strange an opinion profess." "For my part. some among them rehearsed The deserts of the Ant. ask where he was bred. From Barbary both.Fables of Yriarte.

THE PURCHASE OF THE ASS. Into a tumor Inveterate grown.A Gypsy jockey. The creature sold To a weak blockhead." he coolly averred. FABLE XXXV.-. no welcome faults. But an old Caterpillar. artificer skilled In producing of works of such wonderful fashion. And an old hurt. Till the Fox told the reason. While friends admire His bargain rare. In haste along The exulting buyer Drove home the beast. And many a prank And rare device. The beasts at each other looked round in amaze. From cruel lashes. And they said The Donkey Colt Had cost the dolt But a mere song. At the very same time. takes upon him to scorn?" Then up jumped sly Reynard and said." ***** Laborious Genius! when. at great price." say they. They examine--their plaudits are hearty and loud. "Let me inquire. 'Tis easy enough the reason to show. this queer affair I often note.The hapless owner said. . Their wondrous cocoon was a pitiful trifle. "This fuss was absurd. Bells tinkle light As on he paced. Yesterday through our street An Ass did pass. FABLE XXXVI. Through Gypsy wile.His pride to feast. Saddle and halter too Were both bran new. wretched worm.In that same assembly arose a discussion Concerning the Silkworm. Good as his clothes. precious gull!"-. THE SILKWORM AND THE CATERPILLAR.A gorgeous Ass. But are not worth a groat. that shine In bindings rich and rare.-. "that this creature forlorn. "Ah. when the gaunt Dromedary And Ostrich. His cunning master. Concedes it to be a masterpiece proud. What the rest of us all are uniting to praise. With tassels yellow Or red as rose.At first go off-They find his withers With warts all rough. each other bepraised. Clean to the bone. who his spite could not stifle. Besides the fellow Wore plumes and bows Of ribbons bright.-.-. Along the spine. In terms so unmeasured and extraordinary. He makes cocoons too. Six dreadful galls Appal beholders. And on his shoulders. by Tomas de Iriarte When envious detractors find In wise men's works. In bitter humor. Your purchase shows. That hidden lay Under the girt. Its admirers all ninnies. They satisfy their spiteful mind By base and personal assaults."Donkey more dull A thousand fold Than this brute cull. Neighbor. Nothing to say Of two great gashes. though as blind as could be. Muttered out of a corner. I have my money paid For trumpery vile. Then take my advice and tell him this story.Fables of Yriarte." Whereon." ***** Now faith.As I was told. and their wonder dispelled-. 19 A silken cocoon some one brought them to see. so ugly. Buy books.-. With carving nice. though they 're worthless. "How comes it."If blood and bone. Well it applies To friends of mine. Who. That the other brutes thought them both utterly crazed. In trappings most complete-. with care. Like musket balls. "On my soul. we know."--says one. Beneath the saddle-. The showy gear And harness line To strip he goes. even the Mole. His mortified rancor he cannot control. The loss of your well-deserved laurels you fear. stung by the sneer Of the envious wretch who would rob you of glory. The shears had traced On breast and flank. And. He alone.

So essaying. Came out of his box into sight.Vain Grasshopper. You may be. defacing our tongue With phrases outlandish. A Grasshopper. . THE OX AND THE GRASSHOPPER. it was a Marmot.Fables of Yriarte. FABLE XXXIX. In phrase like their own. our critics bemoan. who heard the remark. Living words they despise as a vulgar intrusion. at his word. And forgotten ones rake from oblivion's gloom. you're making! Then the Ox answered. For well I serve my master. close by him.Determined to make some antiques of his own. in high estimate held. for gold.--"Sure. He was showing--a penny to gain-. my little lady. take to himself our meaning. A spreading contagion. jostling in motley confusion. FABLE XXXVIII. for aught that I know. THE PORTRAIT. 20 As in a field the sturdy Ox was ploughing. THE MACAW AND THE MARMOT. A wandering clown.An animal ugly and squat. When they freely may look upon me. to see Such a comical creature as you. The absurd little beast. You never would perceive that this was crooked. friend. Hung his head. Some petty blemish. Some creature of value untold. He deemed that a dress of antiquity grim Would give to his limning the impress of eld. by Tomas de Iriarte FABLE XXXVII. in so much accomplished. When unto him said our gay bird: "This matter amazes me quite. He was kept by a printer in pay. for his low." ***** Now let the captious critic that presumeth. then. If every other furrow were not drawn straight. and went sneaking away Because. and he heeds not A single failure." ***** A scribbler. shrilly sang out. from works of sterling merit. But some fools have their notions of purity hung Upon obsolete terms superseding our own. In two dialects. more likely than not.To drag to light. A brilliantly-colored Macaw.-. Stop. 'tis enough that you show Yourself to all comers. reproaches so unjust and futile. dirty work. For a word of advice on such stupid conclusion. near the spot Where she hung in a balcony. the portrait to limn Of a certain rich man. saw-. of a day long bygone From the connoisseurs won both lauding and gelt-. the useful Ox reproaching. Clad in plumage of exquisite hue. Which he lauded in high-sounding strain The creature.-. But for me. Of our own times a Painter--who jealousy felt That some portraits antique. one day. That men give their money.A Savoyard. we here must find room. "Ah! what a crooked furrow.

By such odd gear full sorely astounded. . could I chaffer my cheer to supply? "But sith. comfort and good cheer within Its patron's trust requite. Of the first of the Charles' and fifth Ferdinand. "you've pranked me out there In a guise. for himself. as certes. Sculptured deep in stone. now. instead of that collar and band--Yon satin slashed doublet exchange for my coat.-. its walls did screen. "With these coin--or. Some old coins had been lying for centuries three. and clean. current in country or town."-. whilom. With its architecture bold. To his patron the work he carries with speed. His ideas who drapes in antiquity's stole. Having deftly depicted--with grave collar and band. in trappings like these. in the house of either. But. To give offence to neither Was their natural desire.The Painter a guerdon to grant. So. dark and dirty. Why may we not laugh at the Author's devotion. when he darkens his page With expressions forgotten and laid on the shelf. to market if I chance for to his. as heir-loom from his ancestry prized. Not one. As you 've painted me. Looked round them for an Inn. Of pleasant temperature.--"when victuals I needed. And glittering gauds. If we laugh at the farcical notion Of this modern Painter. Of the mansions twain. so I have paid you.-. But its rival. Take your picture again. This antick his patron. He. Of two rival Inns. One traveller resorts. that was once brave and lordly." said the other. I pray. Two youthful travellers. Apartments one doth hire. The mountain's skirts within. Chambers. seeking rest. would guess at my phiz. there is Who. devised-. How. for that basket-hilt brand. and deem it so droll. Its broad front palatial. THE TWO INNS. his form thus yclad with wonderment saw. as stately and grand. I rather might say-. And miserably cold. To a house that stretched Around its ample courts. 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. in the city's whole compass. with such. with a thousand offers. Coming to a little town. and paint round my throat A cravat. All light. and the price I'll lay down In good money.--'tis true. Each. too. If it only were good in the time of the Cid? FABLE XL. I rede. to perfect content." ***** Hold. Paint me like myself.--and purity's self Considers his style. Each guest chooseth.These medals.When the traits of the sitter. And my rapier.And believes that no term by pure taste is forbid.Though the face of the portrait showed dainty and braw. Less grand the other Inn Appeared unto the sight. to his gree--In a chest.Quoth our limner. But which no living man but a beadle would wear. A quartered scutcheon shone Over the lofty gate.-. and bright. to quip him. Was narrow. Thinks oddity graceful.Fables of Yriarte.Who shocks us with phrases all mouldy with age. by Tomas de Iriarte 21 For a second Velasquez he counted to stand-. the host. In which he will remain. Did the wayfarers accost. he a costume besprent That had figured. the huge palace.

THE CAT. not comparable to thee. styptic and prolific.That talked in lofty style." Lizard. once. too. "Aha!"--said he. For what. Now. and you to mine. And bewailed unto his comrade. Did a weary sojourn make. Honored the Cat with an eulogium glorious. while it slights its own. may be made. application fit.That with big terms professional resounded.--"to China's market go. I to your home am sent. FABLE XLII. doth good service render. in general. Narcotic. Creatures there are. Cephalic. And. his sad mistake. But quite too common there--to shine. though he knew naught of this catalogue Of words so overwhelming and so curious. Next day. With Sunflower leaves was stuffing out her maw." FABLE XLI. For varying fancies are the soul of trade.-. Who will eternally be quoting Whole pages out of Tasso or Boileau. he saw. But the ridiculous charlatan. Where I am held in reverence profound For beverage or for medicine. at this bombastic speech astounded.--"learned Signora Dropsical.--a pedant most rhetorical. ***** ." ***** This sarcasm some abatement may admit." "And I. With tiled roof covered slightly.-.--"Ah! what pangs mortiferous I must.-.Within inclement garrets. I know now what's your essence heliotropical!" A silly Cricket heard the dialogue. mockery make. where for me they pay A generous price. Febrifuge. of wondrous skill To rid themselves of every ill. But. They know all herbs medicinal--diuretic. A Cat. In literary borrowings. But gold and praises will profusely pour On foreign products. of the comment. magniloquent As any grave professor eloquent. of what's clear and simple. 22 Its inmate comfortless.-.Fables of Yriarte. For some there are who pomp for merit take. Yet never think or care to know What language Garcilaso wrote in. Good luck attend you to my native shore! For never yet was any nation known. emetic. In Europe no good fortune waits on me. I am sure that I can Spaniards show. Said to a Lizard. And. A worthless herb. by Tomas de Iriarte A portal tall and sightly. and sudorific.Seeking for vegetables salutiferous."--quoth Tea.--"whither roaming?" "For Europe. THE LIZARD.--"I'm bound.Their sound construction organic Preserving by their lore botanic. By use of vegetable specific-. "Friend. to cure this turgidness hydropsical. THE TEA-PLANT AND SAGE. From China. Than if she spoke in tongue of Babylon. Swallow some essence of leaves heliotropical.-.Naught better knew what Puss did gabble on. There was. AND THE CRICKET. His friend thus answer gives: "In like manner many a book Its reader's hopes deceives. purgative."--said the latter. theoretic and empirical. you know. In special cases sometimes proves a blunder. Met with the Sage upon his way. the Tea-plant coming."--said Sage.

" Donkey brayed. Their scanty wits uniting. As if. Before the time appointed To electrify all hearts." "The Hog. Little wisdom was displayed. 23 Attention--noble auditory! While the rebeck I tune. every one. In this outrageous pandemonium.Upon your mouthing verbiage dogmatical Reflects this polysyllabic apologue enigmatical. I'll only say. FABLE XLIII.Though meaningless and inappropriate all.--"on my soul. Hog and Donkey grunted base. "'Tis plain that those confounded tenors.-. And pleasure to insure. he fairly spoils the whole. that most Stopped up their ears. . That understood their trade. Naught was said about the Nightingale. by the wry faces.--to grace the occasion gay. Devised. Took upon themselves the charge The music to provide. Two Hornets brisk the tenor try. That echoed far and wide. Now get ye gone--and from my sight Forever banished be. "No. by Tomas de Iriarte Lovers of phrases hyperbolical." "That speech becomes you very ill! Mind what you say!"--in accents shrill. much less accomplished But more self-satisfied.Fables of Yriarte. Each musician loudly vaunted How they would play their parts. And challenged confident applause. Of Lark or Linnet no one thought. Singers. FABLE XLIV. were due.-. Heaven grant to be The issue of the fray. If not--the blame he lays On his comrade's wretched writing. And sprang the choir from out. "That mars the harmony." said he. from deference to their host. When ye have heard my story. to him alone. Frog saw.On your own shares. to make up the melody. They organized an orchestra To make success secure. THE CONCERT OF THE BEASTS. The Hornets. Before the expectant multitude.If the book should make its way Each arrogates the praise. 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 length the choir the prelude Commenced within the hall. Or the Canary-bird. "The stupid Ass is out of tune Most shockingly. With what delicious cadence And accent delicate The orchestra resounded. Frog and locust took their place To do up the contra-alto. Now the experiment is made. As often it doth happen. When writers. Exhausting all the dictionary's store Of giant-worded and bombastic lore. two or three. ye all are dumb. That no bravo's cheering shout Or glad applause awaited them. The honor of the harmony Produced by your melodious crew. Out of all time and tune doth squall. But. While. Each on his neighbor lays the blame.-.Two lusty Crickets treble sang. And. And turgid aphorisms diabolical. Their annoyance sought to hide. At the barbarous dissonance. In choosing actors competent.-. Locust angrily replied." A squeaking Cricket cried. I say the Locust.Adroit performers all-. The day beware. And your incompetence betrayed-. To make his Royal Highness sport Upon his birth-day festival. And be prepared with plaudits soon. "No--'tis the treble. at once. no!"--said Chucky. worse than all. that e'er ye dare Again to sing to me!" ***** Such. Sure I need not here repeat. Of the Blackbird not a word. Certain of the subject beasts Of the mighty Lion's court An entertainment musical. to avoid presumptuous shame.

At auctions sold for paltry penny. No matter what the blade might be--so sent His booby customer. one day. by Tomas de Iriarte THE SWORD AND THE SPIT.The innkeeper as great a blockhead. The blind man spoke by signs Which the mute did plainly mark. accost A passing comrade of them both. "I must here give up the task. into an inn's dark corner brought it. May not we charge these vile translators Who.A clown.What once had been a blade of proof and honor. seeks to sell his spits for trusty swords. in like way.In such transactions miserably raw. newly come to court. A certain stranger. Another clothes vile works in sounding words.A precious blockhead. was dumb And deafer than a mole. as good as from the skilful hand Of famous smith Toledan ever fell. In turn. They. Who his right arm had lost.--sure.-. away.-. FABLE XLV.To spit a hen. in his kitchen. The gestures of the mute He explained in language good. THE UNFORTUNATES. His friend was in the dark. if you ask. and polishes. A contract it behoved Of the bargain to prepare. Some luckless chance--who ever would have thought it?-. 24 Sheer. The whole matter understood.--"hither come? Why. Some trifle to arrange was set With a blind man."-. service long had done. While this was going on within the inn. And brought them safe through dangers many.-. in wretched rivalry. with their works.Said the blind man.-. To close this curious scene And conference singular. . But the schoolmaster will come And write it. A man who. He cleans.For the good sword of Thomas d'Ayala. that would a modish life begin. By order of the innkeeper. Though better fate it well deserved. An arrant knave. for the case in hand. Degrading--shame upon her!-. The sword was but an idle ornament. When.-. takes an old and battered spit. Which.Fables of Yriarte. The shock of many a combat did withstand. Then. from his mouth." "How can a cripple lame.-.-."A sword should ready be another day. We see infesting all the world of Letters? One.Did to a cutler for a sword resort.At last. The cutler saw that. he can hardly stir. "Friends. from his birth." The cripple then the compact To paper did transfer. it ate itself away In useless rust. ***** With equal knavery and stupidity. until the maid." The rogue. he must have been. too. with bad versions. A Sword. for friendly aid.-. as gallows e'er did cure. The blind and maimed man dictate. And. her master. And sells it to the unsuspecting clown. he said his say. tempered well. The mute was messenger. We must go to him at home.Into the kitchen took it. And the blind man. it several masters truly served. sharp and trusty. There--like an useless thing--upon a pin Hung up. then.--sad disaster!-.Thus turning noble swords to vulgar spits."--said the one-armed man--. famous writers fits-. for the time. if the hilt could but inspection stand. In this odd predicament. cheek by jowl. and sharpens it.

now. a veteran. A scrap of gauze and half a comb. It took no less than four. that was well known As a champion brave and stout. This very matter happened. Or chops. For. And a Chicken but half grown Squabbled something about. after furious din.-. Then the seraglio's vanquished lord. Pay less attention to the age Than talents of his adversary. And there.As a thousand gossips know.--"If you'll go With me unto my dwelling. Not that they all are worth a groat. straggling waif. ***** Were it not that in Alcarria. exultant crow. You shall see them. if you prefer. but again With an old Cock he had a scratch. And your wealth mere trumpery. The battered tip of scabbard Worn out in ancient war. And the old one around so sharply rattle." ***** Let him that will in strife engage On any question literary. Sweet nuts and tender filberts. To hit off the plan devised By weak aspirants for glory. friend Monkey? Don't you envy me my pelf? Upon my word. FABLE XLVI. no other bird Is so wealthy as myself. I have two nice snug magazines.-. At last got up a very pretty battle. he is very young. In time of need.-. "The fine old fellow!--surely it would be Unfair to thrash so old a chap as he.With an endless lot of knick-knacks. First.-. FABLE XLVII.-. Old rags and wretched rubbish You. In which the chick such fight did show. to serve as food. "Ah! in time he'll make a pretty bird. there safely to remain Till I shall hungry be again. with a loud. Whereon he muttered to the rest.-.It might have been surmised That. But because it keeps them safe. "What think you now. dear gossip. beneath them here. And a little bit of candle.-Two petty coins." So their course forthwith they bend To see the Magpie's treasure. I've some pretty things to show.Who hardly left him plume or crest. THE COCKS. These I contract at pleasure.Of many fights.-. the crafty Monkey. a buckle. In your faithful chest you bury Every petty. sure you know. Then a hoop that ladies use.Meat. That. Of a knife a shabby handle. by Tomas de Iriarte 25 For this purpose any two Were enough.His rival out of hearing of his tongue. A blade of broken scissors. By their united pains." No more he dared himself to match With the young hero.-. Where I my hoard conceal In my chest. And racy sweetmeats--I.--and even more. my lady Magpie Proceeded to produce. an old colored garter. lay by. when I please. Who club their pens and brains Some wondrous work to try. He claimed the honors of the field to win. That good for nothing were. To her friend.Fables of Yriarte. Said a Magpie." Replied her friend: "I'll wait on you with pleasure. if you will. foolish bird. Three pegs of a guitar. to me's unknown.-." . But.But what. A Cock.-. some one contrived the story. THE MONKEY AND THE MAGPIE. I've skill A thousand things to steal. I eat at leisure. and whatever else is good. A little while ago. of such a hapless crew. poor fellow.And the residue in these I stow. Or expand them. And to Magpie answered she: "This is all an idle story.Said. Which would each alone defy. But. Look at my jaws. What I like.And.-." A shrewd grimace the Monkey made. You see.

" ***** Though the maxim may be trite. Taste and profit to unite. And served to form a basin Where many fish were fed. And you will see the good results ere long. till due supply For carp and tench was gone." replies the Nightingale. will ever study most. I wish my untutored strains to modify By the deep rules of science it has taught. A Nightingale her voice one day was tuning In notes to match an organ's sonorous swell. by Tomas de Iriarte ***** 26 Shall the Monkey's lecture shrewd To the Magpie only go? The advice.Unless you have the skill. Upon the parching ground. My natural talent will by education thrive. The indignant owner found His flowers. For sure. Of the watering of his flowers The Gardener thought alone. all dry and withered. grown crusty. To imitate my native bursts it sought. That carp and tench may swim.Fables of Yriarte. you see. thus. instruction to derive. "The flowers I love. but also like My mess of fish for dinner. That hours to study given are labor lost? Who wisest is. And scolds the careless sinner. shortly after. Nor yet deny--to save the fish-. That you. the notes the organ's pipes that swell. A copious fountain played In a garden's flowery bed.-.Lay by the author's quill. Your imitators.-." The Gardener. "Booby! you need not water waste. I would not fail From it. And thus." "Nevertheless. who sing so sweetly and so well. is good For those who make a show Of a medley incoherent. "I marvel much. FABLE XLIX. that such strange pains you take. that by and by." ***** Has the caprice some learned fancy crossed. good sir. It owes to imitation of your song. And drained it dry. Where no meaning is apparent. When by her cage a chattering Sparrow roaming Stopped--his surprise at her attempt to tell. THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE SPARROW. THE GARDENER AND HIS MASTER. your models make. I think."Though it had learned of me. in turn. So reads his Master's whim. In the garden. And leave me not a fish to taste. That he lets the plants go thirsty. FABLE XLVIII. .-. His Master soon the mischief saw. FABLE L.A single flower to grace the dish.

But the luck is not bad.-.The youngling answered coy. my boy. Will prove better than it all.-.On its luscious fruit to prey.An unpractised youth and bold. Near a lace-weaver. THE LACE-MAKERS. And better far than any here I know of. in a garden near. for bulk. and I in thread alone.But fair business I've done."Is this the fruit you puff? Who would think you were so raw? What puny." Said the grandsire. Neighbor. so very much your own. by men reputed wise. And valued for their size. bigger fruit enough.With him to go straightway.So elegance and finish give That form to thought. who would have believed. even for more doubloons. A single grape. Now. FABLE LI. THE HUNTER AND HIS FERRET." Reader. Near by--to a neighbor He met in the way-. sir. Books should." ***** Let those." When they reach the garden wall. by which great works shall live. FABLE LII. His grandson asked one day.--my old lad." As he spoke the words. is it not? If a good work.-. lived A man who made silver and gold galloons. If I am the judge. All day did I trudge.-. And a banquet rich enjoy. But we'll make a trial fair. Is stranger. with years grown gray. ***** It may not much surprise That young birds by chaff are caught.How big and nice! I call That fruit. "Now. at style who sneer. Where a well-stocked vineyard lay-. indeed--no trash. Three yards of your light lace are sold Than ten of mine. Hot enough. "that. The pert young pilferer saw. You work in gold. although. and exhausted With the heat of the sun. though wrought in heavy gold!" "That my articles exceed In value. Since the break of the day I 've been out in the sun. And wise as well as old.-. And. 'tis great of course. it was a yellow calabash. "Come with me. Learn how to live. the more there is the worse. 27 "Where may this vineyard be?"-.He recounted the labor And spoils of the day. If bad. Note that--as here A simple thread doth precious gold transcend-. I should say. But loaded with rabbits. For skill is known to all To be of greater worth than raw material. A Thrush. Their morning flight to hold. Is not strange."And what fruit is there?"--"We'll see. to regard the matter only. Well tired. The fledgling shouts--"Look there-. A Hunter turned home. be bought. "A long tramp." said he. by Tomas de Iriarte THE TWO THRUSHES. withered stuff! Pooh! It isn't worth a straw. indeed. I'll swear. condescend. .Fables of Yriarte. he shew Where thick the clusters grew. But that.

happy destiny. "Good-by! Unless with me you 're used. 28 He was cool as some writers. and stretch yourself at leisure. Who caught them but I? So little desert. In my toils do you see.No hunter in bagging The conies can beat it. is just That others ought to do what suits himself. FABLE LIV. or frosty winter day. too. beyond a doubt. And the Steel cries out. there's no such pleasure. The Steel the Flint abused Most bitterly one day. Yet breathe not their name. in a convenient sty.--some there are who never Think any doctrine sound. "To be with health and active vigor blest. Just what yourself are worth. is the true way."--the thrifty Pig. Excepting such as they have hit upon. THE COCK. A body might think. In fact unnerves the mind and body both." The Lamb hears both. That you never can make Some slight mention of me?" ***** That this cogent remark The master might sting. For the unfeeling way. Lay a stout Pig--fat as an alderman. The livelong day to slumber! Is it not? Upon the honor of a Pig. For such in farmers' yards we often see. Who play the mean game-. To chip out the brilliant sparks. a little Lamb there lived. That.To borrow from others. and knows not which to trust. Or rules as good for others' guidance own. I say. One must sleep sparingly. in his turn. Sleep numbs our senses with a stupid sloth. the Flint without. In which his sides he bruised. "Now surely you joked. or maxim clever.--"what a delightful lot! And what a peaceful. In a court-yard a poultry-house did lie. I say and repeat it. the Cock the Lamb addressed. "Now. His master did hear-. In hot July. Can you truly deny? These rabbits of yours." ***** . by each laid down. As to snore merrily the time away.His own praise while he sung.-. my little friend. He never guesses--simple little elf-." said Flint. Let the world wag." The Ferret's quick ear.That the fine rule. With the bright stars to watch. THE FLINT AND THE STEEL. in this wretched world. Soon after Piggy did his dissertation end. Where a brisk Cock around at pleasure ran.--"and yet. by Tomas de Iriarte Without too much bragging. AND THE LAMB. In his box as he hung. with your leave. ***** So among authors. said he. were all the three. Behind the court.-. FABLE LIII.I should like to inquire. In the same yard. But it did no such thing. His sharp nose he poked Through its lattice of wire." But.-That I did the work. Of little worth you'll be!" "Not much. As may be very easily believed. THE PIG. To the meek Lamb. After some sharp remarks They parted company. And good companions.Fables of Yriarte.

A Housemaid once was sweeping out a room With a worn-out and very dirty Broom. With microscope he then inspected Intestines. The plumpest now he has dissected." ***** Do we the bandit's wretched plea allow? Yet writers give no worthier excuse. with the filth and shreds you leave behind Where'er you go. the scientific man Gave o'er. watches. by Tomas de Iriarte This little tale of ours. A luckless wayfarer to rob. paws.A little writes and recapitulates-.Urging the long-lived blunders of the past Against the verdict by sound critics cast. devoid of skill. . no fire we find Without the help of steel. fairly launched upon my wild career. Then. This done. from earliest time I've been a rogue.While others yet turn up their noses. Now--no compunction left-. FABLE LV. To fresh dissection then himself betakes. for scrutiny. practised in petty theft. The loin and belly. And coolly sets himself at work To anatomize the little wretches.Nor of the matter make a charge so sore! I've done such things these forty years. cruel as a Turk. and tail. One wonders--questions one proposes-. you 're making. dropped in to see The subject of his shrewd anatomy. in friendly chat. THE LIZARDS." ***** The botchers who. to my mind. hang you for a Broom!"--said she in wrath-. He pulls apart. I houses sacked. and skin. Just as of cash. To them. make such a stir. A Naturalist. When buckles. And torn the reptile limb from limb. THE JUDGE AND THE ROBBER. then."For. he stated The matters we have just related. 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. exhausted with his labors.Fables of Yriarte. I stole from other folks. Errors of speech or of expression low-. Two Lizards in his garden catches. FABLE LVII. and even of his life.The memoranda enters in his books. Who justify. Who deep study has not joined To native powers. without a fear. But leave them ten times fuller than before.He answered: "Sir. Let each writer bear in mind. Some curious friends. More dirt than you clean up upon your path. Long as they work apart. The other Lizard jumped and ran. They both are sure to fail. 29 A villain was by hands of justice caught. That I should rob and slay a traveller-. trunks and cloaks.On the highways I rob. In his old haunts. neck and eye: Then takes his pen--again he looks-. and more. to join his neighbors. In the flint. Nor does Genius aught avail Without the aid of Art. And swords. FABLE LVI. by argument of use. "Now. THE HOUSEMAID AND THE BROOM. At the sharp point of murderous knife. Let not your worship. pretend The faults of others' writings to amend. he sought The Judge upbraids him with his crime-. by chance.

I think I will try. The Mole. The Monkey agreed. at each step.Fables of Yriarte. that ten less than the last. Then quote--in order to make good their stand-. Some mischief. I pray. To condescend to criticize. as I have said before. Their paltry trash in serious way To note--your pains will never pay. If. 'Tis two precisely--wherefore this abuse?" "Absurd!" they answered. By luck.-. The guests all round next eagerly began To pull their Watches out to test the fact. The rest of us came near an hour ago. Then." FABLE LVIII. But with our story we will now go on. Many opinions there may be--but only one is truth!" FABLE LIX. your Watch is slow. friends. consulted--and the hour Was three o'clock and just two minutes more. if any one can see The use--no point needs unsupported be. their entertainer chanced to be A great proficient in astronomy. I doubt not. who gross blunders make."--said he. It was. Brimful of his tricks-. and. not I.--"Surely I For this fun am just fitted-. noble brothers. And a Squirrel--made six."For everything myself did see. Hare and Eat. A knot of friends. he blinded The eyes of the whole. attributes so rare Are worth such pains in writing down. At table sat--a loitering guest.One at the quarter stood. Because of his hands He had better control. forsooth. Some four-footed creatures Assembled one day.-. Would stumble and blunder. Of Lizards to make great account." "But"--said the loiterer--"what needs argue more? I trust my Watch. This fourteen more. another. his Chronometer by observation Carefully set. . Thus he concluded all the disputation: "To quote opinion and authority Against the truth.For all men like to prove their words exact. For all can surely see. The Monkey.-." He asks to come in. Sought for his tardiness to make excuse: And. With his skin-covered eyes. Who came long after all the rest.With a Fox. holding it on high. He had in his head. THE MOLE AND OTHER ANIMALS. at half.Whatever spiteful folks may say. all was doubt and question and vexation. by his comrades for a reason pressed. in us. our high station Let us with dignity maintain. Drew out his Watch. "Friend. we are worthy great consideration-. One made it six and thirty minutes past. A Dog and a Monkey. In the impartial public's eyes-. The livelong day this man did spend Over the body of our friend. invited to a feast. clearly." Now let each wiser man this reference take To foolish authors. 'Tis honoring too much the matter. Now. At the game of the blind man Together to play.The first authority that comes to hand. THE WATCHES. To call us vermin who shall dare? 'Tis gross abuse--as all must own. Gives them occasion to surmise Their claims to be of some amount. Replied--"'Tis you are out of time. He. by Tomas de Iriarte 30 "You need not doubt it. no wonder. A Mole heard their frolic. Sure. No single Watch agreed with any other. And said." ***** It is not worth the while to natter The pride of writers we despise."Whatever spiteful folks may say. and must admit.

But conspicuous toads we rather would be. it be dry as the dust.The youngster said. by Tomas de Iriarte At the very first trial.-. can't do it better. To be blind-man.-. of a veteran of the ring. If you hid in another hole. I cannot see. nor yet activity. he throws the pole away-. there's not one whit of trouble in it. in the day's broad face.Fables of Yriarte.-."Poke out your head.-. pray?" He's flat upon his back in half a minute! "At your best friend you grumble--silly wretch.With affected surprise."-. THE OWL AND THE TOAD.The master said. A red Owl was sitting quietly Up in his hole. and let us see." ***** If a creature purblind Thus pretends he can see. . get printed we must. to get up a sham-. up there. Than modest owls in our own hollow tree. my comrades. THE OIL-MERCHANT'S ASS. Where he chanced to catch the curious eye Of a great Toad that was hopping by. As an unpractised urchin lessons took In dancing.Without much ado. like me?" Alas! how few of us authors live By the good advice the Owl doth give! All the nonsense we write.--displaying your grace So jauntily now. On slack or tight rope. Why should you wish my motions so to fetter? I lack not strength." FABLE LXI."-.Answered the Owl to the Toad below. with accent merry.--you'll find out This is not the last tumble you will catch. "Holloa. now--this step and posture--see If I.-. without the pole. master. His Moleship was caught. Handsome or ugly. of course. in a hollow tree." "I have never set up for an elegant beau. For instance. Which you call balance-pole or counterpoise! In rope-dancing. THE ROPE-DANCER." As he says this. my good sir.--"and if you choose to scout The aid of art and method. Sir Solitary!"-. to the world.--it is all one thing. "To attempt by daylight to make a great show.As well may be thought. what use one can devise For such a clumsy load. How this great staff bothers and wearies me. Said he. is good--let us learn it It often would be much better to burn it.Don't you think it would far better be."What's coming now? What are you doing. whether you be. look.--"What are we doing? You've not blinded my eyes.Spoke out the Toad. prithee. Will hardly do for me--well I know.--"Good master. FABLE LXII. Although. The lesson. Look. Will the blockhead confess himself Stupid--think ye? FABLE LX. To him it now fell: And who was there fitted To act it so well? 31 But. "And for you.

an Ass. To taste. From the Canary Isles to Malta. in every shape. Said he then. Where wine-bibbers--a goodly crowd-Tasted and argued. And surely to lay down the law. For want of one poor lamp?" ***** Much I fear. Once on a time. By no such foolish question vexed. One praising ancient lore-. by my troth. but turning sour. good friends. In the opinion of the rest. FABLE LXIV. Those you despise--although surpassed. That no such drinks our times supplied." ***** Many a learned bore Keeps up a constant bother. I tell you now. whate'er it is. "Now. Of every kind. And never vex myself to ask. THE CONNOISSEURS. Fare as ill. THE FROG AND THE HEN.-. Their notion termed exaggeration. there are. More than if I were stone-blind. too.-. is it not a shame. I beg?"-. So ripe. The later wines were deemed the best.Fables of Yriarte. Their wines I know--and many more. Than vinegar a century ago.Modern alone. From Valdepeñas to Oporto. a noisy Frog Heard a Hen cackling near his bog. distinguish and to judge.And deserve no more.Poor Donkey did exclaim.-. jug or skin."-.A famous connoisseur and knowing. The good.Which very safely may compare With any wines that ever grew."Better than I. Into his stable sought to pass."-. A quarrel rose. If mean it was. you know. the divine. I'll not grudge. By certain vintages--yet may Tickle the palates of a future day. both long and loud. FABLE LXIII. With obstinacy. With foot o'er-worn by toil. Worth no jot more this hour. I drain the flask. fine. your idle din. Enough--to settle the dispute-.-. or earthen jar. talked and sipped again. I use. But. Occasionally.-. who every day Carry tuns of oil. In any vintage. No such delicious. So cease. But when 'tis good. rude and flagrant. It will be washy still and crude. By age will mellow and refine. idle declamation Picked up from interested Jews. The occasion was. let them heed this story. Time cannot make the poor wine good. From Xeres' plains to Tudela.Bearing upon his back A huge skin filled with oil.--but. As days gone by--so generous. From Malaga unto Peralta.-."By jolly Bacchus. When an old toper chanced to come-. dear sir. that those who glory In buying books they never read. but that I've .-. so mellow and so fragrant. "your clamor rude Disturbs our quiet neighborhood. I take the jolly toper's text.Though some despise for being new."Nothing. that many tried Veterans their voices did combine. What's all this shocking fuss about. Hogshead or tub. stumbling. To tell the right one from the wrong one. In nothing changed. refuse.An Oilman's hack.-. in times long past. If it be old or new. 'tis folly great To think that every cask of wine. The bad. Which on its head bears ancient date.Among such worthies 'tis a strong one-. or bottle. from time to time. I've tasted of the juice of grape.--letting slip an oath.Bad wine I hold in low repute.Mere trashy. if they will Grow wiser. for choice of wine. Their opponents' theory they abuse. In cask. "Begone!" said he."That I. New wines. A well-stocked wine-cellar within. You see that I am from Navarre. struck his nose The cruellest of blows Upon the door's projecting clamp. luscious wine. No one is fitted. Who glosing tales for cheatery use. And ever do eschew. another. Of either side the rabid hum The cellar filled to overflowing. by Tomas de Iriarte 32 Once on a time. without a word. my way Into my own stable cannot find. in its first hour.

they say. With adornments according to taste.So useful and elegant. in the first place. Inspects and approves: "And now. In Madrid.-.-.For I want one paltry and low. he was too. now. I'll supply the want soon. 'Pon my honor. and. This astonishing taste he explains. FABLE LXVI.To make it all perfect. Are you so troubled. when I'm not put out To hear your croaking all the night and day? I boast that I have done some little good. the owner he comes. As she always will be at odd times-. that a house so complete. Hold you your tongue! You do no good at all. too. "It vexes me much. By a sentence pithy and terse. But this moral conclusive rehearse.-. as well as his talents allow.--an ornament great." "A single egg! and therefore such a rout?"-- 33 "Yes." said the other. For a fable a subject I have. Which not always are matched to our hands. I say.--no matter for cost.-. neighbor Frog.-. Then.He will ne'er eat the leaf of a rose. .To this wealthy dolt. filthy beetle agrees. And so let him trick out his verse. in buying some books. well finished. a single egg. Just what he could have us to know. as rich. Whose fancy more cheerily chimes. though small."I must go out and look up some twelve thousand tomes. Of said fable the hero I choose. A Beetle contemptible. every one knows That--although from no filth he refrains-.Whose magnificent mansion made ample display Of furniture gorgeous and costly and new. Which would do very well. as the flowers' beautiful queen With no coarse. by Tomas de Iriarte laid an egg. some tasteless writers no keen Or delicate fancy can please. by the way. THE BEETLE. "how strange that the case To me never occurred. THE RICH MAN'S LIBRARY. there was a rich man--and.And the topic for somebody stands. 'twill be a pretty good job.-.--but for rhymes To-day my muse is too grave. For this writing of fables demands That in verse our ideas should flow. said a neighbor one day. Here the author should lavish his pains. There is time enough yet. I devote to the purpose the northern saloon. no time shall be lost. While. Send a cabinet-maker to put up some shelves. let him show. That ten times as stupid." FABLE LXV.Fables of Yriarte. So."--said the snob." "To be sure."Should a Library lack. That. we will busy ourselves. Of this insect. To wind up the whole."-." The cases are done. Capacious.

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