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