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