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