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