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