This action might not be possible to undo. Are you sure you want to continue?
Fables of Yriarte, by Tomas de Iriarte
Project Gutenberg's Literary Fables of Yriarte, by Tomas de Iriarte This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org Title: Literary Fables of Yriarte Author: Tomas de Iriarte Translator: Geo. H. Devereux Release Date: May 7, 2012 [EBook #39640] Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LITERARY FABLES OF YRIARTE *** Produced by Marc D'Hooghe at http://www.freeliterature.org (Images generously made available by the Internet Archive, digitized by Google.) LITERARY FABLES OF
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 whispering tone Of Wasp and Hornet. Which strenuous reform deserved. Ostentatious insolence. His greedy conscience felt the sting. The Weasel arched his spiteful back. This truth important let him heed: That to all nations--not to any one-."-. hear quietly. the Linnet shy. and the Dove. Idleness. from far and near. with grimaces rude. frugal and provident. Mocked. In careful phrase. FABLE I. in far-off land. they speak. Opening their lank jaws' bloody gulf. The venomous Serpent hissed aloud. Long years ago. sauciest of the pack. The Locust spread his clanging wing. When every brute beast had a way. prevailing. Envy. The obedient Horse.Who feels the censure linger Must sup on his own bread. Not they--no. not at all. And gross abuses. Who not. His sound and noble counsel stirs The hearts of many listeners. 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. to say In language all could understand-. His strictures on their ways to hear. THE DROMEDARY. The Bee. While. 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. Ever faithful to her love. But.-. The Tiger and rapacious Wolf. 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 SILKWORM AND SPIDER. of the audience. The stately Elephant looked down Upon the vexed turmoil: "To each and all and yet to none.Spake his calm voice above the broil. Let him who winces put them on. with due reverence. . The world has shown alike The faults at which they strike In each revolving week.And to all times."These censures I apply. too. well learned by heart. 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. What he thought and felt.A thousand silly foibles noted. The Fox kept silence shrewd. He called them all.Fables of Yriarte. a part not small Declared that their offended pride Such language plain could not abide. The arrogance of ignorance. FABLE II. working sore vexation. THE LIZARD. The wriggling Caterpillar crept His sneaking way along. The guileless Lamb and thrifty Ant. With reverence the most profound His long proboscis swept the ground. The dictates of his generous sense. A murmuring echo gave. all around. A thousand vicious actions quoted. procrastination. Against the adviser rave." ***** Whoever may my fables read. Then--since the warning finger Points at no destined head-. His vile abuse. The Monkey. Accepting.The sagacious Elephant observed Among these creatures many a failing. The trusty Setter. He then discharged the censor's part-. Fly and Drone. The mischievous Balm-cricket leapt From the tumultuous throng. And the simple Butterfly. among the crowd.
" "I am afraid you look on me. In the eyes of all animals better to stand-. But Bruin thoughtful stood. What costs small labor is of smaller value. THE DRONES AND THE BEE. "How do I dance. THE BEAR. To his loud praise he thus replied: "When Monkey did my dancing slight I did not much the censure heed. their hand. And various measures each idler suggested. that I move quite gracefully. "very ill. What bad applaud. with laugh malicious. Was never seen beneath the sun. thus bespoke him. that's precious. Before the Monkey showed his skill. Know that 'tis quality. By a sense of their bad reputation molested. not bulk. FABLE III. It must be miserable. friend? Prithee tell. mid-day will see the job completed. To earn their bread. anxious to excel. good Master Silkworm? This very morning I began it.Than to try. inexperienced crew. indeed. by your delight. indeed." "Ill. can you deny?" A jolly Pig was standing by. at the making of honey. Just see how fine and beautiful it is. FABLE IV. too!" Coolly replied the precious fabric's workman: "'T is true--your labor tells us its own story. early. Mark well the moral of my verse! That's bad which worthy judges blame. who seek a noble fame. In silly exultation tasks comparing: "What think you of my web. By showing off his awkward prancing." He spoke. by Tomas de Iriarte At his cocoon a busy Silkworm labored. is worse. who with all her might was spinning Hard by. "with a jealous eye." ***** Authors. A Spider. And soberly the grunter eyed. Now.Fables of Yriarte. a rude. the master sought. 5 A Piedmontese a Bear had taught Upon two legs the art of dancing. But the labor proved very distasteful." said the Monkey." Said Bruin. Now. .Though lazy and stupid as well they could be-. in sad and humble mood. THE MONKEY AND THE HOG. And now. The Drones in grave council assembled one day." ***** Let those who boast their numerous vapid volumes. And know the step. To wash of their sloth the sad stigma away. sure am I. The workmen. At last. And shouted. They began to be doubtful if they should succeed Very well in attaining the object in view. No other expedient well could they see. But now I see.--"Bravo! nobly done! A better dancer. Bruin.
Now this island is half Gallic. Till the gallery where their cages hung Discordant was as Babylon. As with argument conclusive. With hearty roar of laughter. Danced on the rope with somerset and shuffle. ***** Many men."You are nothing but a Purist. each beast minutely painting. Soon the French and the Castilian They mixed up in such a bother That. then. "Is this all you can do? Of the honey I make. Like the Parrots. Their mistress parts the babblers-. Half owns the flag of Spain. Made desperate leaps.Exulting that he thus can vary The range of his vocabulary. in two different languages.Fables of Yriarte. exhibited the sword-dance. And told. or ninth. With their own language not content.In his veracious Natural History. curtly. everywhere. Domingo Brought with her Parrots twain. brilliant and grand. in style so fanciful and turgid. I ask." ***** How many there are.--which I've forgotten. who served a puppet showman: That thought one day."--? "Thanks for the compliment. That authentic author. From balcony across the way.-.A notable Bee of a neighboring hive. . THE TWO PARROTS AND THE MAGPIE. with much self-satisfaction they stop. In mongrel French. like Harlequin. By quoting wise words from the lips of the dead! But with all their pretence. A dame from St. FABLE VI.And the Frenchman kept not long The phrases he had borrowed From less fashionable tongue. there are. A Magpie shouted out At the folly of the lout. Produce any such from their own shallow head? FABLE V. no soul could tell If it were one or 't other." quoth Magpie. While the Spanish bird changed nigh each word For the idiom of Gaul. Last. First he played dead man. He eagerly begged after The scrapings of the pot. But new merit rather chooses In this hotchpotch to discover-. With pomp and with honor they lauded her name. The French Parrot from the Spaniard Took a contribution small. who their emptiness mask. By spots and marks.-. Thus.To witness all his entertaining juggles.Relates the story of a famous Monkey. Of all her companions the model and pride. The Parrots talked amain. In funeral obsequies. 6 This done. For the whitest of wax and honey so bland. did they ever. THE SHOWMAN'S MONKEY AND HIS MASTER. Of taste foolishly exclusive. The other still refuses His jargon to give over. About the Unicorn astounding marvels. in absence of his master. in the end. And to the fabulous Phoenix gave full credence. On hands and feet alternate spun in circles. by Tomas de Iriarte To get rid of their trouble they fain would contrive. Who exercised his warm imagination. The Parrot answered pertly. But a Bee said in scorn. Panegyrics immortal they buzzed to her fame. By interring in state an old Bee that had died-. Father Valdecebro. Would a mongrel tongue invent.In his eighth book. The story ran: That it was a Monkey skilful In thousand tricks.-.-. in sooth. not one single drop Would I give for the fuss of your beggarly crew. To ask some beasts--his own especial cronies-. one day.
THE ASS AND THE FLUTE. If one opens his mouth. The chamber was all darkened.Behind the lanthorn being duly stationed.--since the evening Had now set in. a hamlet there lay. the place to supply. Now that this little belfry might ape in renown The cathedral's huge tower. entering unexpected. nor yet the audience wearied. By grave airs and long faces. were heard--never more. gun on shoulder. FABLE VII. When Master Pedro.-. That you hardly would call it a belfry at all. Be it good or bad. Its tinkle soon passed for a bell of great size.--as is showman's custom. ***** Of true merit and excellence. From side to side he shoved the painted glasses. the while. But the spectators strained their eyes attentive In vain. for none could see the brilliant wonders Which Monkey was so volubly announcing. explaining.An exhibition with the magic lanthorn He now would give. in their rustical eyes.-. Who boast to be beyond our comprehensions. In the district the city held under its sway. By chance.The said little bell should be rung--it was voted. that in it was swinging. And for a wise animal safely may pass. Asses may not be known if they never should bray. that loomed up o'er the town.--what was going on at once perceiving. it is true. by preliminary explanation.Half laughing and half angry. That only on solemn occasions was rung. FABLE VIII. "What is the use of all your endless gabble. And think that their wisdom is surely inferred From their seldom vouchsafing to utter a word. And a poor little church. Of a few wretched rustics. Through a field in our village A wandering ass One day did pass. By this cunning device. as is usual. For this stately reserve and its wonderful weight. in a general way. With these and other tricks he long amused them. with a belfry so small. 7 In a certain cathedral a huge bell there hung. . For the poor little neighborhood did all the ringing. Indeed. But. in grave cadence. Each scene loquaciously. said to Monkey. You fool. And. by Tomas de Iriarte did the Prussian manual. The Monkey.Fables of Yriarte. many men try. By chance. better yet than any. When. if you forget to light your lanthorn?" ***** Pardon my hint. was disconcerted. Your brains are dark as the unlighted lanthorn. ye deep and subtile writers. This little lay To me occurred to-day. most of all. as he had seen his master. Now and then. That briefly and seldom--on festivals noted-.-. There a little cracked cow-bell. by strokes three or four. He fixed attention. Throughout the whole parish. All were perplexed. its glory was great. and soon arose suspicion That these proceedings were but empty humbug. Its echoes majestic. then we know he's an ass. THE CATHEDRAL BELL AND THE LITTLE BELL.
How builds the ant-hills.With talk like this: "Ah. All right. If I should waste on them a whole day's time. in such grand fashion. Give us yourself. nonsense! Think you thus to puzzle me? Who couldn't. And never worthy of their praise esteem it. patience growing thin. FABLE X. a sample. O. With other instances of enterprise. Forgotten on the ground. Whatever matter they may hear or see. you assume All this so mighty easy to be done. 8 The Ant was once relating to the Flea The wholesome lesson of her industry. with what care and pains She gathers up the scattered grains for food. ***** There are donkeys plenty."--and lightly leaped away.A snort he gave. That might with many pass for idle lies." "Dear friend. How." ***** . THE WALL-FLOWER AND THE THYME. May. I own. And how all labor for the common good. Of course. myself. undoubtedly. I grant it. "How well I can play! Who will say me nay? By chance. for their foolish pertness. In the flower language. Scarce a hand's breadth above the ground you've grown. by Tomas de Iriarte Left by a careless swain. A Wall-flower spoke.--as I have somewhere read. by way of good example. for once. Without a wall to climb by.I've an engagement now. By chance.".-. To all her statements still the Flea demurred. condescend. I pity you. "Oho!" said the wise beast.-. too. And since. But. As he stopped to smell it-. even a hand's breadth high.Yet could not contradict a single word-. By chance. 'tis true.--"Now. A curious affectation some put on Of knowing everything they chance upon. I shall try. However new or excellent it be. I think so. I beg you. stay. By chance. To go with me.This donkey grave-.-. There a flute he found. I understand. If 't were not every day before our eyes. FABLE IX. That cannot rise.A Thyme-plant growing in a neighboring bed." With such evasions. to show them up in rhyme." With impudence unmoved. But without help I grow. Another day We'll think of it. THE ANT AND THE FLEA. certainly. replied the Flea: "Pooh. By chance. Who. This sort of folks I cannot let go by. And the flute began to play. that I'm of humble height. so I see! 'T is plain.Fables of Yriarte. yes. well play a part. if you try. Unto the Flea she answered. Thyme! 'Tis really distressing! Though the most fragrant of all plants. if they chose to try? But. scornfully addressing: "Heaven help you. There's better and there worse. Into the flute his breath Happened to find its way. by her labor. Sure as I live. Of your own great abilities. Ready almost to jump out of her skin. without one jot of art. Of small account and easy always deem it. my friend. her support she gains.
These countless prodigies of gastric skill-. By villain hounds I'm hunted down. Fast they increased as any one could wish." "I see them yonder Through the furze. carried some poultry there. perchance a note. THE RABBITS AND THE DOGS. But that's of little consequence. FABLE XI."Friend. His fruitful and inventive fancy gains! Another. At the clatter. the eggs they eat. one day. what's the matter?" "The matter? Zounds! I'm fairly blown.Fables of Yriarte. Till.-. whom Two Dogs pursue. Who ever thought eggs were so delicate! Next. whose name I do not know. After a while."-. And showed them eggs cooked à la Huguenot. if so You understand that there they had no hens. by Tomas de Iriarte For writers. in preserves. now. ninnies."-. invents? Soft."They're hounds. Another dish the gaping natives taught. by clinging to the name Of others. ***** Ye who. hey! Then so Is my grandmother! You do not know The one from t' other. Toy with trifles. from time to time. to have them baked devised. That they would so have cooked them to this day. some one gave his friends an omelette: "Ah!" all exclaimed." And the whole island thought the mode so good. spiced." While they dispute The dogs arrive. And now boiled up with milk. But how shall I be able to rehearse All of the new. if you will. All had their day--the last was still the best.Because the stranger taught no other way.With nice tomatoes all my eggs are stewed. Into the copse In terror flew."What then?"--"They're curs. who. I say.Sagacious man!--of having his eggs fried. "I have it now. arrogate an author's fame.-. Take our warning." "Curs. hard and dropped."They're curs.-. But a grave senior thus.--ye 're all a pack of louts!-. And both of them Eat up alive. O! what boundless honors.By adding to a work. Out of his burrow. Until fresh eggs became the common dish. important Matters scorning." "Stupid! they 're naught But mongrel cur.-. wandering out that way. by a happy chance. for his pains. But all the natives ate them boiled. and now with sugar sweet.--they say. a traveller. FABLE XII."-. At last the experiment by one was tried-. good sir. "what an ingenious feat!" But scarce a year went by.But blessings on the man who brought the hens!" ***** . A Rabbit. THE EGGS. And. Or a short preface. at last they tickle Their palates fanciful with eggs in pickle. A comrade sprung. But that a stranger.--this response I quote. Successive cooks thus proved their skill diverse. In sherbet. 9 Beyond the sunny Philippines An island lies.Most happy thought!--and still another. addressed The epicures: "Boast. an artiste shouts. delicious condiments That luxury. But they 're not hounds.
"Come.-. . once. And heard the vaunting strain. and a Fan. from me. You.Fables of Yriarte. a broader part to play. THE FROG AND THE TADPOLE. like praise I earn When summer's ardent rays the Parasol defies. For my life. together lay A Muff. Again. earth or air within. On Tagus' banks. On the borders of a pond Stood a Duck.In seeking everything to know. too. luxuriant and smooth-. And the rough winds the canebrake rent asunder-." FABLE XV. in a former day. so strong. To shield the head from rains of wintry skies. When heat declines in summer's glowing urn. The Umbrella silence broke." A cunning Snake stood by. it hath no bound Water. Or swift Falcon in the air. when spring comes about. But now the air with the fierce tempest heaves. Umbrella. And hissing said. Fan. on a canebrake gazing. Perchance. "Without. A little Tadpole. I. in turn. as Umbrella. I can fly or I can swim. FABLE XIV. in idle sloth In a dark corner must forgotten dwell. THE DUCK AND THE SNAKE. That it is not wisdom's end In all things to pretend." ***** The wise man knoweth well. THE FAN. and verdure so amazing. If some absurd presumption show-." now said the thoughtful mother. discoursing thus: "Nature to me is generous All creatures else beyond. Learn now.Within. the Trout Will beat you out and out: You with neither can compare. in artless wonder. To serve but for a single use May also be without excuse. of them she might the same have said. Can you make good your brag: In the water. forsooth!" ***** If our good Frog some poets' works had read.But in something to excel. But. my child. Upon a table. THE MUFF. Long with its mother chatted of the leaves. in winter serve your purpose well. In dialect such as. And cold winds take your office quite away. Muff. look. all pith and emptiness. serve the turn. When a-weary of the ground. FABLE XIII.A broken cane into the stream fell over. The Pot unto the Kettle spoke. AND THE UMBRELLA. an useless thing become. Of the huge stalks. by Tomas de Iriarte 10 Beyond the sunny Philippines Our crowd of modern authors need not go New-fangled modes of cooking eggs to show. And to his two companions thus began: "Now pretty articles are not ye both! You. "How vain To hold yourself so high! Not on land with the fleet Stag.
Vexed with her young ones' awkward flight." Kashly the Swan essayed--but only cackled. A murrain foul Seize on your soul! Amen to that! . "With boundless curiosity we all-. What trouble now? Go on! Perhaps The spur will do. Half our journey Not long will bide her In such a race. To admire her progeny. hath ever heard. who the ideas of other men brood over. With hand and foot We'll try you yet. 11 For this end many an egg she stole From Partridge. Though none of us. What.Should listen to that harmony divine. "What insolence is this!" continued he. Though some proved addled." The Linnet still maintained her joyous trill. That her rider Scarcely was able With rein to guide her. you know. was found among them. But each away with his own offspring flew. And in her nest mixed up the whole. Without.All other voice by silent wonder shackled-.Bring out your fledglings. "Keep silence. our feathered tribes among. in her foolish pate. You devil's pet. I find. Pigeon and the Kite. Purposed to raise a brood more light. cheat the expectation! FABLE XVIII. at foundation. that empty reputation. Should. and this is mine." "Would you might sing!" replied the little bird. "It almost tempts myself to sing. yet. THE HACK MULE. FABLE XVII. of course." Unto a Linnet said the Swan. Long while and patiently she sat upon them.Here sprawling flat. or skill or genius. ***** Not strange. "See how this tiny warbler taunteth me! Naught but my great consideration Prevents your well-deserved humiliation. But the false jade Now slacks her pace. What a curvette! She jumps and reels. in time. no? Then taps Of this light rod Or harder raps From pointed goad. so rare and new.-. The sluggish Bustard. In vain bestowed. A host of birds collects.-. And bites and squeals. as yet. THE BUSTARD. Even though 't were illegitimate. Which boasts far greater fame than mine. although No voice. THE LINNET AND THE SWAN." resounds the cry How much belongs to you. By the display of my superior skill. upon trial. Full fed and antic. And left poor Bustard with an empty nest. Upon her belly Down she flounders. Both are. noisy little one. we'll soon discover. How! out of wind! With ready heels She kicks behind. by Tomas de Iriarte FABLE XVI. A Hack Mule pushed With speed so frantic Forth from her stable. at her request. And sundry birds of easy flight. And many a kind. Compares with mine in melody. the rest With a fine brood of nurslings filled the nest. Ye.Fables of Yriarte. Let us see them fly! Then. "This.
" said the Bee. It is cuckoo all day long. "So. one shape alone. in vain a wretched writer tries. There is no bird. And. for myself. If I nothing new can say. pray have a care Of this mule's predicament. You make a hundred as each one. sweep The hairs that from my tail were drawn." FABLE XIX. in song. and. the while. who hope like pleasure to derive." FABLE XXI. that work begins With such capers.-. And be valued none the less. I find. Is not the mule for me. A Goat. Nothing new by you is done. To better judgment of posterity He leaves his work. whene'er I see That any author vapors Too much of his intent. I say. in sympathetic measure." The good Hack turned himself.Fables of Yriarte. My fright is over and the pain is gone. His feet. If we no invention find. Harmonious.When shall you taste it? Not while you're alive. "With my labor interferes That unpleasant voice of thine. "Stop. who. in mute delight. too. Who pastured. across the strings concordant. in the self-same way. THE RAT AND THE CAT. to gain celebrity. he dies. long stood listening. thus consoled. Except. my monotone?" The Cuckoo straight rejoined. So monotonous as thou.At once. And. by Tomas de Iriarte ***** The Mule. ***** Just so. to an honest Nag. of these strings you hear the harmony. And. I trust some future time-. And nothing but cuckoo!" "Wearies you. with me. Throughout his life. Always ringing in my ears. And.Blest thought!--such sonorous strains may rise from mine. in like mood Absorbed. THE GOAT AND THE HORSE." This was the Bee's reply: "A work of usefulness May lack variety. as reward. THE BEE AND THE CUCKOO. These words he spoke: 12 "Now. Know that they are the entrails of a Goat. forgot his food. FABLE XX. Danced all unconsciously for pleasure. In thy waxen cells. and answered thus: "Never are heard these sounds harmonious. Aught else is tedious waste. through my own aid. in times past. If.-. To the sweet echoes of a violin. "Beware! Good friend. Cuckoo. I now the pleasure reap Of seeing. But in a work designed To gratify the taste. for myself. . For you. the honors paid To the sweet instrument.
Which of the two I do not know. Lamp! with what unspeakable delight I'd suck the oil all out of you this night. learned man. and. Vile critics. Therefore it is. my reader? "The fable is one Which delights and instructs.Fables of Yriarte. And a story of his. on my soul. eying him curiously. in angry spite. THE OWL AND LAMP. There is a set of dastard knaves. when safe out of sight. at the mouth of his hole. They retract." A Cat answered. .--XXIII. Since you are such a blaze of dazzling light. Into a convent chanced to make her way. two Dogs. his wisdom so great. But that my eyes you blind! But if I cannot now. I vow. "It is plain." said a Rat. Their portrait they shall see In yet another fable ere I close. Thus spoke she out her mind: "Ah. a way of his own. AND THE DOGS AND THE RAGMAN. by Tomas de Iriarte 13 At telling of rabies old Esop was grand. as she flew along. Now what say you. indeed! Then the fable is thine?" Yes it is.--"Ah. Turning reluctant back.-. Esop had. Just poking his nose out. as I have it at hand.If I should find you. then. With his subtile invention. ***** Beating an old dust pan. from this noddle of mine It all came. hey? I don't like it at all.I'm wrong--by day it could not be. as." Ah! but look."-. the evening's sun had set Below the horizon long ago. It is perfectly done. when. our Owl she met A Lamp or Lanthorn in the passage set-. With vagabondish man. I love and respect the generous Hound. and I ween you'll not fail. Into our own language I now will translate. that I here expose-. Unlighted. For living men. they know. As is their wont--howled savagely. without doubt. my good sir. Now. might answer back.Of the whole. For. "No distinction more lovely and noble is found Than fidelity. on some other night. Being mine. once a little lay My old grandmother sang to me. one day.All safe and quiet in their graves. By coward critics.Because I dare their meanness to disclose. hard by: "This quality fine I assure you is also a merit of mine. to attack it with tooth and with nail.-. in these things. Your friend Esop wrote never a line-. he coolly did call: "You boast of it. in terrible fright He sprang to his hole. To this same purpose."Ah! what's that?" said the Rat. that will wait to make attack On authors till their victims are--alack!-. barking furiously As Cerberus. I shall be ready quite To make a feast. FABLE XXII. when it lights on an enemy's brow. Recounting how a wandering Owl." ***** The honor which many would freely allow. A Ragman stood." ***** Denounced though I may be.
THE THRUSH." said the Lion. You think me a bad fellow. PARROT AND MAGPIE."-. Of the Birds will complain. A plain quadruped I. by Tomas de Iriarte To them a tall Greyhound Said."Let that be her doom.As proof irrefragable. To her birdship she clings. in darkness. But says. THE WOLF AND THE SHEPHERD. I'm no subject of yours. When among you she wanders. now and then. Moreover. From living dogs the conscious rogue will run. And other insects vile your couch besetting.Fables of Yriarte. who heard a Parrot talking-. such line accent thought To have attained. EAGLE AND BAT." Thenceforward." said the Eagle-. that.Of him. FABLE XXVI. I'll be bound.-. Against the withering blight of evil eye My claws will screen you--counter charm secure. rather than of his instructor. 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 Wolf a Shepherd blandly once addressed: "Friend--let me say I really do not know Why you will view me always as a pest. she slanders The Beasts of your reign. And no beak.The uses of my teeth you know. She wanders alone. in these our days. my verse Allots the Wolf's foul character and curse. No Bird and no Beast Such companion will own. Showing her wings. and turned his pupil out A scholar. too. No honor can you win On him--for. some good you chance to do."Nor in mine. in his turn. on my head? With my vassals. He the great art of speech began To the Magpie to teach. THE LION." FABLE XXIV. I am not so.--for he is one Who from dead dogs will strip the reeking skin To sell for bread." ***** To many books. Would you call me a Bird? A sad blunder you've made! For I wear a broad snout. in one lesson. "Let the wretch alone. as accomplished as. 14 A Thrush. Are those who will poor copies and translations scan For models--Blunder shocking! FABLE XXV. man." The Shepherd answered: "Animal perverse! Upon thy head be Heaven's eternal curse! On endless mischief bent--no thanks to you If. I'm sure. when she chooses Our laws to defy. . "No more shall she come. Faith. My fat for hurts a sovereign remedy-. What a warm coat my skin in winter yields! It shelters many a man from cold and wetting." "In my realm. And. The Eagle and Lion Held solemn debate. no doubt. Desired himself the mystery to learn. from sting of flea it shields.
in such excursion It should be his luck to join-. thus exposed the argument abused. "On good and bad an equal value sets The stupid mob. Take care lest ye prove In both--but a dunce! FABLE XXVII. clothed in silk. it clearly will appear.For the book is very rare. If by ship. "Here. THE ASS AND HIS MASTER. FABLE XXVIII. Here our fine lady found A jolly Monkey crew. As to all. And neither can I guess. Will a Monkey still remain. or by the way Of the Isthmus of Suez: All that we know is. She through the window sprang Upon a roof that lay Below. By general accord." With vile pretence. And never fails to praise." ***** Ye caterers for the public.For Monkeys there abound.-. Seeing herself so gay. And readily allowed. Forest.Replies: "Just what you choose to give. Indignant. From me the worst it gets. And forthwith it was decided. and see if I refuse it. But there a history is. if not so fine. When the day's work was over They could scarcely move a limb. A Monkey tricked herself. Homage to pay they press. 15 A Monkey. So the leader new set forth With all her subject host. A poet shrewd.That he would choose a captain More skilled. though he wear the student's Will still a blockhead be. For else. by Tomas de Iriarte Bats of authors.-.But naked every one: As no other style they knew In the land of Tetuan.Fables of Yriarte. Deserts. That to her should be confided. Master unjust! but not because I choose it. We many a Monkey see. From toil and from vexation. A Donkey's master said unto his beast. She dragged her wearied train. far this side of Tetuan. Through his life. ***** Now. indeed: Try it with generous fare--'t will scorn the other. Wisdom and wit to match The splendors of her dress. They learned a lesson bitter-.That fine clothing is not wisdom. I take. not alone her road. Bring corn. she lost. A meditated foray Far and wide about the land. The proverb don't say this. that she certainly went there. Over mountain. Now the naked Monkeys crowd An admiring glance to snatch. While doling out to him his lock of straw. hence take heed How your defaults by false excuse you cover! Fed upon straw--straw it may eat. who seek To be two things at once. Such as harlequin would choose. Which to discover must have cost a world of care But the author does not say. Not all things gold that glitter.--.-. Think you I nothing like but straw? Then make The experiment. The Ass--his quiet mood by insult heated-. And each exhausted rover Decided--if again. rivers and morasses.Which doth the truth unravel Whither she did travel. In dress of gaudy hues. Who listen to our fable here. But her wits as well. I hardly see How Monkey could or cloth or tailor find find-. hearing the lame defence. A stock of food to gather To feed the hungry band. And so say I again. So says an ancient proverb. take it--since such diet suits your taste. Which I cannot call to mind. THE MONKEY. and plain. And much good may it do your vulgar maw!" Often the slighting speech the man repeated. But I rather think the elf From her master got her finery. and ridge. moor and valley. Who. And. then took her way Unto the far-off land of Tetuan. As ruler of the horde. The scurrilous author thus his trash excused.Yet so the story goes--but never mind. . To the brainless little wretch.
Turns it beneath his feet. ceaseless clambering." "No meat I roast.-. by Tomas de Iriarte FABLE XXIX.While they eat all the meat. who every day. is it? Something harder I must work. A contrivance shrewd has seen. He cried. try a pull. And. With steps on outer rim. they're roasting meat."-. FABLE XXX. And. Ever prepared for rats or mice. What our poor Author furnished to the presses. where he must fail! The little Dog cannot avail The huge well-wheel to turn. now. Where a Dog. How idly doth an author yearn To undertake. Nor in the hated town." The first chance of flight improving.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. Wearily. In inn or convent kitchen. There dwelt a Rat. wearily on. In the house I will not stay. The rascal gnawed. Turning the spit about."Let me.His works of eloquence and poesy. but pump Water. In vain the Cat watched for him night and day. in his turn. performed his stint.-. The reader oft.--"What have we here? By this it would appear Here. in a field. THE TURNSPIT AND THE MULE OF THE WELL. too. 16 A wheel of wood is it." replied the Mule. Thus expressed his discontent: "Hard work and paltry pay! Here I may climb and sweat. a wheel Of a well. They throw me out a bone. Ah! pretty heavy.Fables of Yriarte. 'T isn't turning the old spit. A Dog. sage and mellow.--a devil of a fellow. Nor any other bait or mixture. In study of a scholar. As his eyes he on it set. In such wheel. Day passes after day. THE AUTHOR AND THE RAT. But with whole pages nightly he made way. which a Mule kept moving. Of cunning traps no shrewd device. What then? I will not shirk. "To the spit and kitchen fire I advise you to go back. He slily off did steal.-. but up I'll jump." ***** Now hear the Mule sagacious! Wisely. nothing less. Her paws she ne'er could put upon a whisker. no doubt. I'm light. moreover. For learned scrolls could cure his predilection. sure. . And one Horatius Flaccus This same matter does discuss. Till he found.Here the laborer at the well Interrupted. And more respect compel. made he Of printed page still more luxurious feast. No arsenic hid in sweet confection. I shall better rations earn. he counsels thus. when my task is done.-. as the manuscripts the accursed beast Had eaten once before.
In order to show. established in fame.-." ***** On puerile trifles of the day.--a noble sorrel. Blank paper now I'll keep within my drawers. So swift. in copious dose. THE SQUIRREL AND THE HORSE. "I've had enough of writing for these gnawers. No great merit All this deftness. In my duty Faithful ever. And quickly ends his sport. Idle freaks. In pure white paper. or. Into his ink he pours. by this frivolous whim. As heretofore with manuscript and print.-. 'Tis eaten by the animal perverse.Fables of Yriarte. Silence to keep. A Steed. To the Squirrel answer made: "Comings and goings. I strain every nerve To be always prompt and clever. I am never quiet found. as last resort. Argues an author either dunce or coward. if subscribed with the name Of a popular author. "Huzza for the taste and the rule Of the master of fashion.Such I've often seen before. "Happy receipt which mischief sure requites!" Sarcastic said the Poet. . and even more. Who silver and gold like water would waste. lo! too faithful to his wasteful trade. And the impatient wight he seeks to bait. "Let him. FABLE XXXII. Always lightly Moving round. I am active. "What beautiful silver. Before a little Squirrel Went dashing round a plain. That he courted not fame. My master to serve. but that fame courted him. Just such gambols I can do. The villanous vermin like destruction made. Not so futile My endeavor. thus relieved. have a care Lest his malicious insult prove a snare. A Fop of the most extravagant taste. The good colt his gallop stayed. yet regular. as follows. and writes Something. by Tomas de Iriarte 17 "Ah. the pride of our day!" ***** Thus a volume of nonsense. With a new suit each day to dazzle the town. Since all experiments in vain I've tried. FABLE XXXI. The world will devour. Should write him in corrosive sublimate.And nothing else. what hard luck is mine!" the Author cried. A famous gallant. Heed who lists." ***** Be moderate. so brilliant and gay!" Said the lady." But. Turns and twists. Corrosive sublimate. I am sprightly. beneath invective froward. Some time and talents throw away. Grace and lightness-. This mischief must be stayed. of Parisian renown.--for unjust abuse Severe retaliation will excuse. critic. All this no useful purpose speaks.On the festival day of his lady love placed On his shoes two paltry buckles of tin. I know not whether verse or prose. At his wit's end. THE FOX AND THE LADY.-. I am a fool. From ground to tree.Docile to spur and rein. The Squirrel brisk bespeaks him As follows: "My dear sir. And tree to ground. Watching awhile his motions." Checking his pace a moment. And thus the Squirrel's part they play. without stop or stint. With equal spirit. who gnaws too freely. And in grave tone.
I have always heard. "Look here."You are a most unlucky bird. Of writers in plenty the same may be said.-. "True. by Tomas de Iriarte FABLE XXXIII. some the Parrot loquacious." said Dromedary. That each animal marked. half vanished out of view. "but 'tis clear to me. If you have ever seen them fly. THE DROMEDARY. far off in air." said the Ostrich. AND THE FOX. Or that both boasted necks so remarkably long? Or that Ostrich was known as a simpleton rare. "I must declare That I think we can none with the Ostrich compare. Were whiling the time in a sociable chat. Or that each could display a protuberance callous? Or can it be--"Pooh!" said Reynard the sly. Begone from sight. Between a Turkey and a Crow. Moreover. "The only question now in place Is of our flight a trial fair. Of the different qualities. disgusting beast! You fairly do my stomach turn.Fables of Yriarte. Could it be that they both were bulky and strong. "The thought will to my mind arise That you are black and ugly too." Answered the Crow. Who. THE OSTRICH.On their respective speed of wing. A bitter contest once did spring. ask where he was bred.With a thousand discussions of this and of that."-. Making your foul. While the other had surely no wisdom to spare? Of their mutual ugliness were they both jealous. of the desert. 18 A party of beasts assembled for pleasure. some among them rehearsed The deserts of the Ant. Which first would reach the appointed station. as well as I. praises the other. to test a man's genius." ***** Shrewdly our Fox the riddle has read." the loitering Turkey cries To Crow. THE CROW AND THE TURKEY. like mankind.-. was puzzled to guess Why these two should so strange an opinion profess.She shouts still louder after him.-. revolting feast On carrion corpse that dogs would spurn." "For my part. now they conversed." "All this is nothing to the case. As his fellow-countryman. each brother. Without much grave consideration. That no beast surpasses my friend Dromedary. of the Hound so sagacious.-.--very. Sure you can tell.For beasts. "Are you all at a loss? then so am not I. FABLE XXXIV." ***** . From Barbary both. astounded. true. Foreboding naught but evils grim.No matter how the fact I know. thus diversify leisure." The assembly. While some praised the Bee.-.
FABLE XXXV. From cruel lashes.Fables of Yriarte. Well it applies To friends of mine. artificer skilled In producing of works of such wonderful fashion. even the Mole. no welcome faults. "How comes it. by Tomas de Iriarte When envious detractors find In wise men's works. While friends admire His bargain rare. The shears had traced On breast and flank. I have my money paid For trumpery vile. The beasts at each other looked round in amaze. Bells tinkle light As on he paced. And they said The Donkey Colt Had cost the dolt But a mere song. THE PURCHASE OF THE ASS. He makes cocoons too. this queer affair I often note. Saddle and halter too Were both bran new.His pride to feast. Yesterday through our street An Ass did pass. Good as his clothes. so ugly. In haste along The exulting buyer Drove home the beast. Beneath the saddle-. Nothing to say Of two great gashes. Six dreadful galls Appal beholders. and their wonder dispelled-. He alone." ***** Laborious Genius! when. "Ah. Who."--says one. with care. His cunning master.-.At first go off-They find his withers With warts all rough. They satisfy their spiteful mind By base and personal assaults. Along the spine." he coolly averred. Their wondrous cocoon was a pitiful trifle. But are not worth a groat. wretched worm. And. who his spite could not stifle.-.As I was told. Buy books. 19 A silken cocoon some one brought them to see.A Gypsy jockey. 'Tis easy enough the reason to show. takes upon him to scorn?" Then up jumped sly Reynard and said. In bitter humor. In trappings most complete-.A gorgeous Ass. But an old Caterpillar. "that this creature forlorn. With carving nice.In that same assembly arose a discussion Concerning the Silkworm. each other bepraised. precious gull!"-. And on his shoulders. Your purchase shows. "Let me inquire. That hidden lay Under the girt." say they. They examine--their plaudits are hearty and loud. Into a tumor Inveterate grown. Its admirers all ninnies. Besides the fellow Wore plumes and bows Of ribbons bright.-." ***** Now faith. The loss of your well-deserved laurels you fear. At the very same time. that shine In bindings rich and rare. And many a prank And rare device. His mortified rancor he cannot control. The creature sold To a weak blockhead. With tassels yellow Or red as rose. Till the Fox told the reason. Neighbor. though they 're worthless. FABLE XXXVI. The showy gear And harness line To strip he goes."If blood and bone. What the rest of us all are uniting to praise. when the gaunt Dromedary And Ostrich. Muttered out of a corner.-. at great price."Donkey more dull A thousand fold Than this brute cull. "This fuss was absurd. And an old hurt. Through Gypsy wile. THE SILKWORM AND THE CATERPILLAR. "On my soul. . stung by the sneer Of the envious wretch who would rob you of glory. Then take my advice and tell him this story. Concedes it to be a masterpiece proud. though as blind as could be. That the other brutes thought them both utterly crazed. Clean to the bone.The hapless owner said. Like musket balls.-. we know." Whereon. In terms so unmeasured and extraordinary.
close by him. at his word.Vain Grasshopper. shrilly sang out. A spreading contagion.To drag to light. more likely than not. You never would perceive that this was crooked. THE PORTRAIT. and went sneaking away Because. friend. That men give their money. defacing our tongue With phrases outlandish. who heard the remark. When unto him said our gay bird: "This matter amazes me quite.--"Sure." ***** Now let the captious critic that presumeth. When they freely may look upon me. saw-.An animal ugly and squat. So essaying. THE OX AND THE GRASSHOPPER. by Tomas de Iriarte FABLE XXXVII. dirty work. Came out of his box into sight. For a word of advice on such stupid conclusion. my little lady. in so much accomplished. near the spot Where she hung in a balcony. The absurd little beast. A wandering clown." ***** A scribbler. He was kept by a printer in pay. Some petty blemish. THE MACAW AND THE MARMOT. take to himself our meaning. He deemed that a dress of antiquity grim Would give to his limning the impress of eld. our critics bemoan. Of our own times a Painter--who jealousy felt That some portraits antique. Stop. In phrase like their own. Hung his head. If every other furrow were not drawn straight. 'tis enough that you show Yourself to all comers. "Ah! what a crooked furrow. You may be. In two dialects. the useful Ox reproaching. from works of sterling merit. And forgotten ones rake from oblivion's gloom. and he heeds not A single failure. for his low. the portrait to limn Of a certain rich man. reproaches so unjust and futile. A brilliantly-colored Macaw.-. Living words they despise as a vulgar intrusion. . jostling in motley confusion. in high estimate held. it was a Marmot. to see Such a comical creature as you. you're making! Then the Ox answered. But for me. then. For well I serve my master.Determined to make some antiques of his own. of a day long bygone From the connoisseurs won both lauding and gelt-. Clad in plumage of exquisite hue. But some fools have their notions of purity hung Upon obsolete terms superseding our own. Some creature of value untold.Fables of Yriarte.A Savoyard. FABLE XXXIX. 20 As in a field the sturdy Ox was ploughing. Which he lauded in high-sounding strain The creature. He was showing--a penny to gain-. FABLE XXXVIII. we here must find room.-. for aught that I know. A Grasshopper. for gold. one day.
the huge palace. . Coming to a little town. Each guest chooseth. its walls did screen. current in country or town. as stately and grand. whilom. as certes. Having deftly depicted--with grave collar and band. to market if I chance for to his. and paint round my throat A cravat. To a house that stretched Around its ample courts. Of two rival Inns. So. Paint me like myself. with a thousand offers. by Tomas de Iriarte 21 For a second Velasquez he counted to stand-. to his gree--In a chest.-. How. to perfect content.--"when victuals I needed. Two youthful travellers. Thinks oddity graceful. instead of that collar and band--Yon satin slashed doublet exchange for my coat. for himself. Why may we not laugh at the Author's devotion.These medals. Of the mansions twain. and clean." said the other.Who shocks us with phrases all mouldy with age. And my rapier.--'tis true. Of pleasant temperature. And miserably cold. Not one. Looked round them for an Inn. that was once brave and lordly. he a costume besprent That had figured. Of the first of the Charles' and fifth Ferdinand. With its architecture bold. Apartments one doth hire. Each. If it only were good in the time of the Cid? FABLE XL. As you 've painted me.Though the face of the portrait showed dainty and braw. Sculptured deep in stone. and deem it so droll. there is Who.And believes that no term by pure taste is forbid. I rather might say-. too. A quartered scutcheon shone Over the lofty gate." ***** Hold.When the traits of the sitter. He. seeking rest. Take your picture again. in the house of either. the host. "you've pranked me out there In a guise. would guess at my phiz. when he darkens his page With expressions forgotten and laid on the shelf. THE TWO INNS. and bright. "With these coin--or. But. 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. But its rival. as heir-loom from his ancestry prized. To give offence to neither Was their natural desire. But which no living man but a beadle would wear. Its broad front palatial. And glittering gauds. Was narrow. All light. By such odd gear full sorely astounded. so I have paid you. I pray. Did the wayfarers accost. To his patron the work he carries with speed. This antick his patron. Chambers. to quip him. could I chaffer my cheer to supply? "But sith. Some old coins had been lying for centuries three.--and purity's self Considers his style. In which he will remain. comfort and good cheer within Its patron's trust requite. Less grand the other Inn Appeared unto the sight. devised-.-. dark and dirty. One traveller resorts. his form thus yclad with wonderment saw. I rede. If we laugh at the farcical notion Of this modern Painter. for that basket-hilt brand. now.The Painter a guerdon to grant. with such. and the price I'll lay down In good money.-. The mountain's skirts within. in trappings like these.Quoth our limner. His ideas who drapes in antiquity's stole. in the city's whole compass."-.Fables of Yriarte.
of the comment. Febrifuge. "Friend. A worthless herb. though he knew naught of this catalogue Of words so overwhelming and so curious.Within inclement garrets.-. and you to mine. But the ridiculous charlatan. But. With tiled roof covered slightly.--"to China's market go. Now. where for me they pay A generous price. Where I am held in reverence profound For beverage or for medicine. while it slights its own. doth good service render. Creatures there are. By use of vegetable specific-. styptic and prolific.--"whither roaming?" "For Europe. For some there are who pomp for merit take. In Europe no good fortune waits on me. In special cases sometimes proves a blunder. His friend thus answer gives: "In like manner many a book Its reader's hopes deceives.--"I'm bound." ***** This sarcasm some abatement may admit. in general. I know now what's your essence heliotropical!" A silly Cricket heard the dialogue.That with big terms professional resounded.That talked in lofty style.--"Ah! what pangs mortiferous I must. application fit. AND THE CRICKET.Seeking for vegetables salutiferous."--quoth Tea." FABLE XLI. you know. magniloquent As any grave professor eloquent. There was. They know all herbs medicinal--diuretic.-. With Sunflower leaves was stuffing out her maw. mockery make.--a pedant most rhetorical. may be made. FABLE XLII. Next day. Honored the Cat with an eulogium glorious. the Tea-plant coming. 22 Its inmate comfortless. Narcotic.-.Their sound construction organic Preserving by their lore botanic. of what's clear and simple. by Tomas de Iriarte A portal tall and sightly."--said the latter. But gold and praises will profusely pour On foreign products. Good luck attend you to my native shore! For never yet was any nation known.--"learned Signora Dropsical. Said to a Lizard." "And I. ***** . From China." Lizard."--said Sage. For what. his sad mistake.Fables of Yriarte. purgative. I am sure that I can Spaniards show.-. not comparable to thee. of wondrous skill To rid themselves of every ill. For varying fancies are the soul of trade. he saw. emetic. Met with the Sage upon his way. Who will eternally be quoting Whole pages out of Tasso or Boileau. THE LIZARD. THE CAT. Swallow some essence of leaves heliotropical.Naught better knew what Puss did gabble on. Cephalic. In literary borrowings. and sudorific. Did a weary sojourn make. I to your home am sent. theoretic and empirical. too. A Cat. at this bombastic speech astounded.-. And. to cure this turgidness hydropsical. Than if she spoke in tongue of Babylon. And bewailed unto his comrade. THE TEA-PLANT AND SAGE. once. "Aha!"--said he. But quite too common there--to shine. Yet never think or care to know What language Garcilaso wrote in. And.
Their annoyance sought to hide. Little wisdom was displayed. Two Hornets brisk the tenor try. to him alone." A squeaking Cricket cried. Exhausting all the dictionary's store Of giant-worded and bombastic lore.Though meaningless and inappropriate all. Now get ye gone--and from my sight Forever banished be. by Tomas de Iriarte Lovers of phrases hyperbolical. Before the expectant multitude. by the wry faces. And be prepared with plaudits soon.Adroit performers all-. In this outrageous pandemonium. They organized an orchestra To make success secure. were due. And sprang the choir from out.-. Each on his neighbor lays the blame. Each musician loudly vaunted How they would play their parts.-. Naught was said about the Nightingale. That echoed far and wide. When writers. Or the Canary-bird.-." "That speech becomes you very ill! Mind what you say!"--in accents shrill." Donkey brayed. to make up the melody. At the barbarous dissonance. are the real sinners!" The Lion silenced the dispute: "Before the concert was begun Each puffed-up and conceited brute Was bragging loud--yea. If not--the blame he lays On his comrade's wretched writing. Of Lark or Linnet no one thought. And turgid aphorisms diabolical. ye all are dumb. The day beware. As often it doth happen. Singers. no!"--said Chucky." "The Hog. two or three. At length the choir the prelude Commenced within the hall. And. The honor of the harmony Produced by your melodious crew. To make his Royal Highness sport Upon his birth-day festival. Hog and Donkey grunted base. "No--'tis the treble. Out of all time and tune doth squall.If the book should make its way Each arrogates the praise. And challenged confident applause. Locust angrily replied. And pleasure to insure. to avoid presumptuous shame. Sure I need not here repeat. . Their scanty wits uniting. every one.--to grace the occasion gay. "'Tis plain that those confounded tenors. much less accomplished But more self-satisfied. Frog saw. "The stupid Ass is out of tune Most shockingly. That no bravo's cheering shout Or glad applause awaited them. Now the experiment is made. worse than all. When ye have heard my story. he fairly spoils the whole. But. That understood their trade. Heaven grant to be The issue of the fray. that e'er ye dare Again to sing to me!" ***** Such. from deference to their host. Devised. And your incompetence betrayed-. FABLE XLIII. With what delicious cadence And accent delicate The orchestra resounded. While.Two lusty Crickets treble sang. Certain of the subject beasts Of the mighty Lion's court An entertainment musical. As if. Of the Blackbird not a word. at once. The Hornets. Frog and locust took their place To do up the contra-alto. "That mars the harmony.On your own shares.Fables of Yriarte. that most Stopped up their ears. I'll only say. Before the time appointed To electrify all hearts. 23 Attention--noble auditory! While the rebeck I tune. THE CONCERT OF THE BEASTS.Upon your mouthing verbiage dogmatical Reflects this polysyllabic apologue enigmatical. I say the Locust. "No." said he.-. In choosing actors competent. Took upon themselves the charge The music to provide.--"on my soul. FABLE XLIV.
until the maid. then. 24 Sheer. The blind and maimed man dictate. FABLE XLV.-. The whole matter understood. Another clothes vile works in sounding words. takes an old and battered spit. A Sword. it several masters truly served. An arrant knave.-. Which. Though better fate it well deserved. In this odd predicament." "How can a cripple lame.In such transactions miserably raw. And the blind man. We see infesting all the world of Letters? One.At last. too. in his kitchen.Into the kitchen took it. A man who.-.-.What once had been a blade of proof and honor. from his mouth. Who his right arm had lost. as good as from the skilful hand Of famous smith Toledan ever fell.--sure. To close this curious scene And conference singular."-.Thus turning noble swords to vulgar spits. The gestures of the mute He explained in language good. with bad versions. from his birth.A precious blockhead. THE UNFORTUNATES. one day. May not we charge these vile translators Who.-. The sword was but an idle ornament. for friendly aid. "Friends. He cleans. Some luckless chance--who ever would have thought it?-. service long had done. ***** With equal knavery and stupidity. "I must here give up the task. as gallows e'er did cure. in like way." The rogue.Said the blind man. His friend was in the dark. But the schoolmaster will come And write it. Then.-. if you ask.Did to a cutler for a sword resort. And. cheek by jowl. for the case in hand. The shock of many a combat did withstand. The mute was messenger. A certain stranger. and polishes. We must go to him at home. No matter what the blade might be--so sent His booby customer. And sells it to the unsuspecting clown. Some trifle to arrange was set With a blind man. accost A passing comrade of them both.-." The cripple then the compact To paper did transfer. In turn. While this was going on within the inn. newly come to court."--said the one-armed man--. . Degrading--shame upon her!-. was dumb And deafer than a mole. A contract it behoved Of the bargain to prepare. sharp and trusty. that would a modish life begin. The blind man spoke by signs Which the mute did plainly mark. it ate itself away In useless rust.A clown. for the time. he said his say. seeks to sell his spits for trusty swords. At auctions sold for paltry penny. her master.For the good sword of Thomas d'Ayala.To spit a hen. And brought them safe through dangers many. away.--sad disaster!-. tempered well. famous writers fits-. When.--"hither come? Why.Fables of Yriarte. he must have been.The innkeeper as great a blockhead. They. By order of the innkeeper. The cutler saw that. There--like an useless thing--upon a pin Hung up. he can hardly stir. into an inn's dark corner brought it. and sharpens it."A sword should ready be another day. with their works.-. in wretched rivalry. by Tomas de Iriarte THE SWORD AND THE SPIT. if the hilt could but inspection stand.
-.-Two petty coins. and whatever else is good.Who hardly left him plume or crest.-. foolish bird.-. if you will. he is very young. He claimed the honors of the field to win. I eat at leisure. These I contract at pleasure. lay by. poor fellow. I've skill A thousand things to steal. some one contrived the story. To her friend. my lady Magpie Proceeded to produce.Said. dear gossip. if you prefer. Not that they all are worth a groat. ***** Were it not that in Alcarria. Who club their pens and brains Some wondrous work to try. no other bird Is so wealthy as myself.-. Which would each alone defy. there safely to remain Till I shall hungry be again. A scrap of gauze and half a comb. That good for nothing were. To hit off the plan devised By weak aspirants for glory. FABLE XLVII. Or chops. Where I my hoard conceal In my chest. By their united pains. THE MONKEY AND THE MAGPIE. Look at my jaws. a buckle.-. I've some pretty things to show.-.-. Then the seraglio's vanquished lord.It might have been surmised That. Three pegs of a guitar." No more he dared himself to match With the young hero. And there. to me's unknown. FABLE XLVI. But because it keeps them safe. friend Monkey? Don't you envy me my pelf? Upon my word. "What think you now.With an endless lot of knick-knacks. And to Magpie answered she: "This is all an idle story. At last got up a very pretty battle.And. A blade of broken scissors. But. beneath them here.--"If you'll go With me unto my dwelling. sure you know.His rival out of hearing of his tongue. the crafty Monkey. of such a hapless crew. Or expand them. exultant crow. But. Whereon he muttered to the rest.And the residue in these I stow. THE COCKS. an old colored garter.-. What I like. And your wealth mere trumpery.-.But what.As a thousand gossips know.-." A shrewd grimace the Monkey made. Sweet nuts and tender filberts." So their course forthwith they bend To see the Magpie's treasure.--and even more. when I please. And the old one around so sharply rattle. Of a knife a shabby handle. In which the chick such fight did show. It took no less than four. that was well known As a champion brave and stout.Of many fights." . "Ah! in time he'll make a pretty bird. You see. Pay less attention to the age Than talents of his adversary. In time of need. The battered tip of scabbard Worn out in ancient war. Old rags and wretched rubbish You. And a little bit of candle. "The fine old fellow!--surely it would be Unfair to thrash so old a chap as he. straggling waif. That. You shall see them. First." Replied her friend: "I'll wait on you with pleasure. This very matter happened. For. with a loud. by Tomas de Iriarte 25 For this purpose any two Were enough. In your faithful chest you bury Every petty. I have two nice snug magazines. And a Chicken but half grown Squabbled something about. And racy sweetmeats--I. to serve as food." ***** Let him that will in strife engage On any question literary. a veteran.-. Said a Magpie. after furious din.Fables of Yriarte. A little while ago. now. but again With an old Cock he had a scratch. A Cock.Meat. Then a hoop that ladies use.
And drained it dry. I wish my untutored strains to modify By the deep rules of science it has taught. And served to form a basin Where many fish were fed."Though it had learned of me. The indignant owner found His flowers. "The flowers I love." "Nevertheless.-." ***** Has the caprice some learned fancy crossed. I think. That hours to study given are labor lost? Who wisest is. And leave me not a fish to taste. THE GARDENER AND HIS MASTER. Your imitators. good sir. A Nightingale her voice one day was tuning In notes to match an organ's sonorous swell. your models make.Lay by the author's quill. That carp and tench may swim. thus. Upon the parching ground. A copious fountain played In a garden's flowery bed." The Gardener. For sure. Of the watering of his flowers The Gardener thought alone. That you. In the garden. the notes the organ's pipes that swell. till due supply For carp and tench was gone. And you will see the good results ere long. My natural talent will by education thrive. that such strange pains you take. To imitate my native bursts it sought. I would not fail From it. in turn. shortly after. Nor yet deny--to save the fish-. all dry and withered. Taste and profit to unite. that by and by. It owes to imitation of your song. FABLE L. will ever study most. When by her cage a chattering Sparrow roaming Stopped--his surprise at her attempt to tell. FABLE XLIX. THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE SPARROW. you see. So reads his Master's whim. by Tomas de Iriarte ***** 26 Shall the Monkey's lecture shrewd To the Magpie only go? The advice." ***** Though the maxim may be trite. "Booby! you need not water waste. grown crusty. but also like My mess of fish for dinner. "I marvel much. And thus. Where no meaning is apparent. FABLE XLVIII. .-. His Master soon the mischief saw. who sing so sweetly and so well. And scolds the careless sinner. That he lets the plants go thirsty. instruction to derive.Fables of Yriarte.A single flower to grace the dish." replies the Nightingale.-. is good For those who make a show Of a medley incoherent.Unless you have the skill.
who would have believed. The pert young pilferer saw.An unpractised youth and bold. Since the break of the day I 've been out in the sun." As he spoke the words." Said the grandsire. 'tis great of course. the more there is the worse. and I in thread alone. bigger fruit enough. to regard the matter only. it was a yellow calabash.The youngling answered coy. Neighbor. by which great works shall live. All day did I trudge." said he. If I am the judge. indeed--no trash. so very much your own. "A long tramp. Well tired. For skill is known to all To be of greater worth than raw material. FABLE LII. Will prove better than it all.On its luscious fruit to prey. although.-.But fair business I've done. with years grown gray. lived A man who made silver and gold galloons. FABLE LI. indeed. Three yards of your light lace are sold Than ten of mine. by Tomas de Iriarte THE TWO THRUSHES. THE LACE-MAKERS. Near a lace-weaver.How big and nice! I call That fruit. condescend. Now. A Hunter turned home. Is not strange. And a banquet rich enjoy.So elegance and finish give That form to thought. And valued for their size." When they reach the garden wall. A Thrush. And.Fables of Yriarte. he shew Where thick the clusters grew. You work in gold. Is stranger. I'll swear. Note that--as here A simple thread doth precious gold transcend-. THE HUNTER AND HIS FERRET. though wrought in heavy gold!" "That my articles exceed In value. by men reputed wise.--my old lad. for bulk.-." Reader. "Come with me." ***** Let those. sir. . Where a well-stocked vineyard lay-. be bought. and exhausted With the heat of the sun. Learn how to live. "Now.-."Is this the fruit you puff? Who would think you were so raw? What puny. ***** It may not much surprise That young birds by chaff are caught. Near by--to a neighbor He met in the way-."And what fruit is there?"--"We'll see.-. Books should.-. The fledgling shouts--"Look there-. His grandson asked one day. at style who sneer.With him to go straightway. And better far than any here I know of. 27 "Where may this vineyard be?"-. If bad. But the luck is not bad. in a garden near. And wise as well as old. my boy. Hot enough. But loaded with rabbits. I should say. But we'll make a trial fair.He recounted the labor And spoils of the day. is it not? If a good work. even for more doubloons. But that. "that. A single grape. withered stuff! Pooh! It isn't worth a straw. Their morning flight to hold.
But it did no such thing. Let the world wag. is just That others ought to do what suits himself. To chip out the brilliant sparks. "Now surely you joked. He never guesses--simple little elf-. With the bright stars to watch. is the true way. Lay a stout Pig--fat as an alderman. In my toils do you see. In fact unnerves the mind and body both. Excepting such as they have hit upon. the Cock the Lamb addressed.To borrow from others. THE COCK. with your leave. or maxim clever." ***** . by each laid down. and knows not which to trust. said he." said Flint. One must sleep sparingly. the Flint without. in a convenient sty. In his box as he hung. FABLE LIII. in this wretched world. Where a brisk Cock around at pleasure ran. a little Lamb there lived. Behind the court. too. were all the three. "Now. Of little worth you'll be!" "Not much. Who play the mean game-. For the unfeeling way." The Lamb hears both.-. Sleep numbs our senses with a stupid sloth. As may be very easily believed. I say and repeat it. Yet breathe not their name. "To be with health and active vigor blest. And good companions. In which his sides he bruised. After some sharp remarks They parted company. The livelong day to slumber! Is it not? Upon the honor of a Pig. THE FLINT AND THE STEEL. The Steel the Flint abused Most bitterly one day. To the meek Lamb. AND THE LAMB. For such in farmers' yards we often see.-." The Ferret's quick ear. THE PIG. happy destiny.--"and yet.--some there are who never Think any doctrine sound. I say.-That I did the work.I should like to inquire. 28 He was cool as some writers. His sharp nose he poked Through its lattice of wire. In a court-yard a poultry-house did lie."--the thrifty Pig. Can you truly deny? These rabbits of yours. and stretch yourself at leisure. His master did hear-. And the Steel cries out.No hunter in bagging The conies can beat it. That. As to snore merrily the time away. by Tomas de Iriarte Without too much bragging. Who caught them but I? So little desert." But. That you never can make Some slight mention of me?" ***** That this cogent remark The master might sting. in his turn. In hot July.Fables of Yriarte. FABLE LIV. "Good-by! Unless with me you 're used. my little friend. ***** So among authors.His own praise while he sung. Or rules as good for others' guidance own. A body might think.--"what a delightful lot! And what a peaceful. In the same yard. Just what yourself are worth.That the fine rule. there's no such pleasure. Soon after Piggy did his dissertation end. or frosty winter day. beyond a doubt.
A luckless wayfarer to rob.On the highways I rob. Now--no compunction left-. and skin. Some curious friends.Urging the long-lived blunders of the past Against the verdict by sound critics cast. make such a stir. and more. The plumpest now he has dissected. Let not your worship. by Tomas de Iriarte This little tale of ours. Let not these blockheads fear that I shall score Their paltry backs--I leave their blundering trade To the apt censure of the serving-maid. I houses sacked. The other Lizard jumped and ran. neck and eye: Then takes his pen--again he looks-. And coolly sets himself at work To anatomize the little wretches.While others yet turn up their noses. Two Lizards in his garden catches. devoid of skill. Who deep study has not joined To native powers."For. cruel as a Turk. With microscope he then inspected Intestines. he stated The matters we have just related. by chance. in friendly chat. for scrutiny. THE HOUSEMAID AND THE BROOM. THE JUDGE AND THE ROBBER. practised in petty theft. and tail. I stole from other folks.Nor of the matter make a charge so sore! I've done such things these forty years. In the flint. without a fear. to my mind. And torn the reptile limb from limb. This done. by argument of use. When buckles. More dirt than you clean up upon your path. then.The memoranda enters in his books. hang you for a Broom!"--said she in wrath-. FABLE LVII. he sought The Judge upbraids him with his crime-. from earliest time I've been a rogue." ***** The botchers who. One wonders--questions one proposes-. The loin and belly. "Now. To them. . Just as of cash.Fables of Yriarte. Who justify. exhausted with his labors. 29 A villain was by hands of justice caught. Let each writer bear in mind. THE LIZARDS.He answered: "Sir. FABLE LVI. to join his neighbors. In his old haunts. He pulls apart. no fire we find Without the help of steel. pretend The faults of others' writings to amend. fairly launched upon my wild career. Long as they work apart. trunks and cloaks. But leave them ten times fuller than before. Nor does Genius aught avail Without the aid of Art. dropped in to see The subject of his shrewd anatomy." ***** Do we the bandit's wretched plea allow? Yet writers give no worthier excuse. At the sharp point of murderous knife. paws. Then. and even of his life. you 're making. To fresh dissection then himself betakes. A Housemaid once was sweeping out a room With a worn-out and very dirty Broom. Errors of speech or of expression low-. That I should rob and slay a traveller-. the scientific man Gave o'er. watches. with the filth and shreds you leave behind Where'er you go. And swords. FABLE LV.A little writes and recapitulates-. They both are sure to fail. A Naturalist.
And a Squirrel--made six. Many opinions there may be--but only one is truth!" FABLE LIX. by his comrades for a reason pressed. A Dog and a Monkey. noble brothers. The Monkey agreed. Brimful of his tricks-. The Mole. He. Then quote--in order to make good their stand-. who gross blunders make. No single Watch agreed with any other. Some four-footed creatures Assembled one day.I think I will try. Because of his hands He had better control. Hare and Eat. by Tomas de Iriarte 30 "You need not doubt it. Who came long after all the rest. Of Lizards to make great account. another. In the impartial public's eyes-.Fables of Yriarte. if any one can see The use--no point needs unsupported be.-. at each step. our high station Let us with dignity maintain. By luck. 'Tis honoring too much the matter. in us. your Watch is slow." He asks to come in. attributes so rare Are worth such pains in writing down. To call us vermin who shall dare? 'Tis gross abuse--as all must own." ***** It is not worth the while to natter The pride of writers we despise.For all men like to prove their words exact."Whatever spiteful folks may say. For all can surely see."For everything myself did see. their entertainer chanced to be A great proficient in astronomy.Whatever spiteful folks may say. consulted--and the hour Was three o'clock and just two minutes more. At table sat--a loitering guest. as I have said before.-.--"Surely I For this fun am just fitted-. Some mischief.With a Fox. Gives them occasion to surmise Their claims to be of some amount. But with our story we will now go on. At the game of the blind man Together to play. Would stumble and blunder. The guests all round next eagerly began To pull their Watches out to test the fact. A knot of friends. "Friend. all was doubt and question and vexation. A Mole heard their frolic." Now let each wiser man this reference take To foolish authors. The rest of us came near an hour ago. I pray. Then. Drew out his Watch. He had in his head. The Monkey. and must admit. It was. we are worthy great consideration-. . Sought for his tardiness to make excuse: And. friends. This fourteen more. Their paltry trash in serious way To note--your pains will never pay. One made it six and thirty minutes past. forsooth. that ten less than the last. no wonder. holding it on high. his Chronometer by observation Carefully set. 'Tis two precisely--wherefore this abuse?" "Absurd!" they answered. If.The first authority that comes to hand. With his skin-covered eyes. I doubt not." FABLE LVIII. not I."--said he. Thus he concluded all the disputation: "To quote opinion and authority Against the truth. and. invited to a feast.One at the quarter stood. Sure. THE WATCHES. at half. And said." "But"--said the loiterer--"what needs argue more? I trust my Watch. clearly. THE MOLE AND OTHER ANIMALS. The livelong day this man did spend Over the body of our friend. To condescend to criticize.-. Replied--"'Tis you are out of time. he blinded The eyes of the whole. Now.
Answered the Owl to the Toad below. is good--let us learn it It often would be much better to burn it. and let us see. Handsome or ugly. of a veteran of the ring.With affected surprise." ***** If a creature purblind Thus pretends he can see. For instance. Will the blockhead confess himself Stupid--think ye? FABLE LX. with accent merry.As well may be thought. Will hardly do for me--well I know.--you'll find out This is not the last tumble you will catch. Than modest owls in our own hollow tree.-. How this great staff bothers and wearies me. to the world. without the pole. Said he.Spoke out the Toad. it be dry as the dust. in the day's broad face. what use one can devise For such a clumsy load.-.-.--displaying your grace So jauntily now. Sir Solitary!"-. get printed we must. THE OWL AND THE TOAD. His Moleship was caught.--"Good master. Why should you wish my motions so to fetter? I lack not strength. now--this step and posture--see If I. If you hid in another hole. like me?" Alas! how few of us authors live By the good advice the Owl doth give! All the nonsense we write." "I have never set up for an elegant beau. "To attempt by daylight to make a great show. to get up a sham-. nor yet activity. pray?" He's flat upon his back in half a minute! "At your best friend you grumble--silly wretch." FABLE LXI. I cannot see.Don't you think it would far better be. THE ROPE-DANCER. prithee.The youngster said.-. there's not one whit of trouble in it. he throws the pole away-. Although. Which you call balance-pole or counterpoise! In rope-dancing." As he says this.Without much ado. master. To be blind-man."-. "Holloa.The master said.Fables of Yriarte."-. On slack or tight rope. by Tomas de Iriarte At the very first trial. As an unpractised urchin lessons took In dancing. FABLE LXII.--it is all one thing. in a hollow tree. A red Owl was sitting quietly Up in his hole. . my comrades. up there.--"and if you choose to scout The aid of art and method. The lesson."Poke out your head.-. Where he chanced to catch the curious eye Of a great Toad that was hopping by. "And for you. To him it now fell: And who was there fitted To act it so well? 31 But.--"What are we doing? You've not blinded my eyes. my good sir. whether you be. can't do it better. Look."What's coming now? What are you doing. But conspicuous toads we rather would be. look. THE OIL-MERCHANT'S ASS. of course.
With obstinacy.-.Bad wine I hold in low repute. More than if I were stone-blind. both long and loud. your idle din."-. THE CONNOISSEURS. By certain vintages--yet may Tickle the palates of a future day. stumbling. jug or skin. If it be old or new. I tell you now.Which very safely may compare With any wines that ever grew. in its first hour. who every day Carry tuns of oil. I've tasted of the juice of grape.Poor Donkey did exclaim.And deserve no more. struck his nose The cruellest of blows Upon the door's projecting clamp." ***** Many a learned bore Keeps up a constant bother. In cask. The bad."Better than I.-. From Malaga unto Peralta. Hogshead or tub. So ripe. idle declamation Picked up from interested Jews. a noisy Frog Heard a Hen cackling near his bog. From Valdepeñas to Oporto. or bottle. let them heed this story. rude and flagrant.Though some despise for being new. Those you despise--although surpassed. that those who glory In buying books they never read. too. whate'er it is. And surely to lay down the law. No one is fitted."Nothing. for choice of wine. is it not a shame. But. luscious wine. fine. distinguish and to judge.-. good friends.-. I'll not grudge. Where wine-bibbers--a goodly crowd-Tasted and argued.-. In nothing changed. "your clamor rude Disturbs our quiet neighborhood. That no such drinks our times supplied. the divine. Fare as ill. Their opponents' theory they abuse. The later wines were deemed the best."By jolly Bacchus. Enough--to settle the dispute-. I beg?"-. refuse. One praising ancient lore-. my way Into my own stable cannot find. 'tis folly great To think that every cask of wine.-. The good. By age will mellow and refine. THE FROG AND THE HEN. Of either side the rabid hum The cellar filled to overflowing. From the Canary Isles to Malta.-. Into his stable sought to pass. So cease. FABLE LXIV.Mere trashy. A quarrel rose. Of every kind. "Now. The occasion was. Who glosing tales for cheatery use. FABLE LXIII. You see that I am from Navarre. Once on a time. In any vintage. In the opinion of the rest. From Xeres' plains to Tudela. Occasionally. Worth no jot more this hour. so mellow and so fragrant. What's all this shocking fuss about.--letting slip an oath. And never vex myself to ask. To tell the right one from the wrong one. another. Said he then.Modern alone. With foot o'er-worn by toil. or earthen jar.Among such worthies 'tis a strong one-. A well-stocked wine-cellar within. To taste. But when 'tis good. No such delicious. Their wines I know--and many more. I take the jolly toper's text. It will be washy still and crude. if they will Grow wiser. that many tried Veterans their voices did combine. As days gone by--so generous. an Ass. If mean it was. by my troth. by Tomas de Iriarte 32 Once on a time. but turning sour. When an old toper chanced to come-. but that I've . "Begone!" said he. talked and sipped again.Fables of Yriarte. you know. dear sir. I use. from time to time."-. I drain the flask. Than vinegar a century ago. Which on its head bears ancient date. in every shape.-. By no such foolish question vexed.--but."That I. And ever do eschew.An Oilman's hack. there are.Bearing upon his back A huge skin filled with oil. For want of one poor lamp?" ***** Much I fear. without a word. Their notion termed exaggeration. in times long past. Time cannot make the poor wine good.A famous connoisseur and knowing. New wines.
For a fable a subject I have. I devote to the purpose the northern saloon. I'll supply the want soon. Send a cabinet-maker to put up some shelves. some tasteless writers no keen Or delicate fancy can please. By a sentence pithy and terse. Then.He will ne'er eat the leaf of a rose. Just what he could have us to know. in the first place.--but for rhymes To-day my muse is too grave. every one knows That--although from no filth he refrains-.--no matter for cost. Hold you your tongue! You do no good at all. now.To make it all perfect. when I'm not put out To hear your croaking all the night and day? I boast that I have done some little good.--an ornament great. . as rich. filthy beetle agrees.Fables of Yriarte. For this writing of fables demands That in verse our ideas should flow. too. there was a rich man--and. they say. that a house so complete.-. he was too. Here the author should lavish his pains. 'Pon my honor." "A single egg! and therefore such a rout?"-- 33 "Yes." said the other.For I want one paltry and low. as well as his talents allow." The cases are done. Of said fable the hero I choose. To wind up the whole. "how strange that the case To me never occurred. With adornments according to taste."-.-. well finished."I must go out and look up some twelve thousand tomes. 'twill be a pretty good job.And the topic for somebody stands. "It vexes me much. This astonishing taste he explains. neighbor Frog. and. Of this insect. let him show. Capacious. That."--said the snob.To this wealthy dolt. no time shall be lost. by Tomas de Iriarte laid an egg. In Madrid.-."Should a Library lack. Inspects and approves: "And now." "To be sure. FABLE LXVI. THE BEETLE. Which would do very well. though small. Are you so troubled. said a neighbor one day.-. There is time enough yet." FABLE LXV. Whose fancy more cheerily chimes. But this moral conclusive rehearse.-.So useful and elegant. While. we will busy ourselves.-.Whose magnificent mansion made ample display Of furniture gorgeous and costly and new. in buying some books. I say. That ten times as stupid. THE RICH MAN'S LIBRARY. a single egg. as the flowers' beautiful queen With no coarse. As she always will be at odd times-. the owner he comes. A Beetle contemptible. by the way. Which not always are matched to our hands. And so let him trick out his verse. So.
4.8. You may convert to and distribute this work in any binary. 1.9.E. your use and distribution must comply with both paragraphs 1. Any alternate format must include the full Project Gutenberg-tm License as specified in paragraph 1. a full refund of any money paid for a work or a replacement copy. 1.E. Royalty payments must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you prepare (or are legally required to prepare) your periodic tax returns. If you are redistributing or providing access to a work with the phrase "Project Gutenberg" associated with or appearing on the work.1 through 1. copying or distributing any Project Gutenberg-tm works unless you comply with paragraph 1.You provide a full refund of any money paid by a user who notifies you in writing (or by e-mail) within 30 days of receipt that s/he does not agree to the terms of the full Project Gutenberg-tm License.3. Royalty payments should be clearly marked as such and sent to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation at the address specified in Section 4. 1.3. by Tomas de Iriarte online at www. if a defect in the electronic work is discovered and reported to you within 90 days of receipt of the work.E.E. You may charge a reasonable fee for copies of or providing access to or distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works provided that .gutenberg. You must require such a user to return or destroy all copies of the works possessed in a physical medium and discontinue all use of and all access to other copies of Project Gutenberg-tm works. fee or expense to the user. a means of exporting a copy.8 or 1. distribute or redistribute this electronic work. marked up. displaying. but he has agreed to donate royalties under this paragraph to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation.E. or any files containing a part of this work or any other work associated with Project Gutenberg-tm. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is posted with the permission of the copyright holder.5. .E.8 or 1.You provide.1 through 1. nonproprietary or proprietary form.E.E.E.E. of the work in its original "Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other form.E.org)." .2. if you provide access to or distribute copies of a Project Gutenberg-tm work in a format other than "Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other format used in the official version posted on the official Project Gutenberg-tm web site (www.1 with active links or immediate access to the full terms of the Project Gutenberg-tm License. including any word processing or hypertext form. or a means of obtaining a copy upon request.E. without prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1. 1. display. provide a copy. However. .E.7.E. Do not charge a fee for access to. at no additional cost.E. you must. viewing. you must comply either with the requirements of paragraphs 1. Do not copy.F.Fables of Yriarte. or any part of this electronic work. the work can be copied and distributed to anyone in the United States without paying any fees or charges. Do not unlink or detach or remove the full Project Gutenberg-tm License terms from this work. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is derived from the public domain (does not contain a notice indicating that it is posted with permission of the copyright holder). 1.7 or obtain permission for the use of the work and the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark as set forth in paragraphs 1. compressed.9.You pay a royalty fee of 20% of the gross profits you derive from the use of Project Gutenberg-tm works calculated using the method you already use to calculate your applicable taxes.E.gutenberg. in accordance with paragraph 1. Additional terms will be linked to the Project Gutenberg-tm License for all works posted with the permission of the copyright holder found at the beginning of this work. perform.E.7 and any additional terms imposed by the copyright holder. performing.1. The fee is owed to the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark. "Information about donations to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation. 1.org 36 1.6.
1. costs and expenses. this work is provided to you 'AS-IS'. the trademark owner.3. Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages. 1. The invalidity or unenforceability of any provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.F. 1. 1.2. THE TRADEMARK OWNER. a computer virus. 1. If you received the work electronically.5.1. If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the law of the state applicable to this agreement. transcribe and proofread public domain works in creating the Project Gutenberg-tm collection.F. Contact the Foundation as set forth in Section 3 below.6. incomplete. WITH NO OTHER WARRANTIES OF ANY KIND.F. Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth in paragraph 1. LIMITED RIGHT OF REPLACEMENT OR REFUND . transcription errors. may contain "Defects.F. and any other party distributing a Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work under this agreement. STRICT LIABILITY.F. the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark. The person or entity that provided you with the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in lieu of a refund. and any volunteers associated with the production.E. EXPRESS OR IMPLIED. disclaim all liability to you for damages. 1. Project Gutenberg volunteers and employees expend considerable effort to identify. YOU AGREE THAT THE FOUNDATION. anyone providing copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in accordance with this agreement. Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works.Except for the "Right of Replacement or Refund" described in paragraph 1. DIRECT.3. including legal fees. INDIRECT. the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation. or computer codes that damage or cannot be read by your equipment. 37 1.F.4. LIMITED WARRANTY. DISCLAIMER OF DAMAGES . 1. If you wish to charge a fee or distribute a Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work or group of works on different terms than are set forth in this agreement.F.F." such as. BREACH OF WARRANTY OR BREACH OF CONTRACT EXCEPT THOSE PROVIDED IN PARAGRAPH 1. you may demand a refund in writing without further opportunities to fix the problem. you can receive a refund of the money (if any) you paid for it by sending a written explanation to the person you received the work from. and the medium on which they may be stored. YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE NO REMEDIES FOR NEGLIGENCE.If you discover a defect in this electronic work within 90 days of receiving it.You agree to indemnify and hold the Foundation.F. a copyright or other intellectual property infringement.Fables of Yriarte. CONSEQUENTIAL. AND ANY DISTRIBUTOR UNDER THIS AGREEMENT WILL NOT BE LIABLE TO YOU FOR ACTUAL. INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTABILITY OR FITNESS FOR ANY PURPOSE. you must obtain permission in writing from both the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation and Michael Hart. If you received the work on a physical medium. the person or entity providing it to you may choose to give you a second opportunity to receive the work electronically in lieu of a refund. but not limited to. INDEMNITY . the agreement shall be interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by the applicable state law.3. If the second copy is also defective.You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm works. Despite these efforts. by Tomas de Iriarte . promotion and distribution of Project . inaccurate or corrupt data.3.9. PUNITIVE OR INCIDENTAL DAMAGES EVEN IF YOU GIVE NOTICE OF THE POSSIBILITY OF SUCH DAMAGE. the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark. you must return the medium with your written explanation. any agent or employee of the Foundation. a defective or damaged disk or other medium.F. do copyright research on.
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a considerable effort. International donations are gratefully accepted. old. harmless from all liability. Its business office is located at 809 North 1500 West.000) are particularly important to maintaining tax exempt status with the IRS. we know of no prohibition against accepting unsolicited donations from donors in such states who approach us with offers to donate. middle-aged and new computers. (801) 596-1887. The Foundation's principal office is located at 4557 Melan Dr. Many small donations ($1 to $5. by Tomas de Iriarte 38 Gutenberg-tm electronic works. S. federal laws and your state's laws. but its volunteers and employees are scattered throughout numerous locations. modification.org/donate While we cannot and do not solicit contributions from states where we have not met the solicitation requirements. In 2001.gutenberg.org/contact For additional contact information: Dr. Section 2. much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up with these requirements. that arise directly or indirectly from any of the following which you do or cause to occur: (a) distribution of this or any Project Gutenberg-tm work. see Sections 3 and 4 and the Foundation information page at www. To learn more about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation and how your efforts and donations can help. Information about Donations to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation Project Gutenberg-tm depends upon and cannot survive without wide spread public support and donations to carry out its mission of increasing the number of public domain and licensed works that can be freely distributed in machine readable form accessible by the widest array of equipment including outdated equipment. (b) alteration. Email contact links and up to date contact information can be found at the Foundation's web site and official page at www. 99712.gutenberg. costs and expenses. the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation was created to provide a secure and permanent future for Project Gutenberg-tm and future generations. AK. It exists because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations from people in all walks of life. and (c) any Defect you cause.org Section 3. Information about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation is a non profit 501(c)(3) educational corporation organized under the laws of the state of Mississippi and granted tax exempt status by the Internal Revenue Service. or additions or deletions to any Project Gutenberg-tm work. including legal fees. We do not solicit donations in locations where we have not received written confirmation of compliance. To SEND DONATIONS or determine the status of compliance for any particular state visit www. Information about the Mission of Project Gutenberg-tm Project Gutenberg-tm is synonymous with the free distribution of electronic works in formats readable by the widest variety of computers including obsolete.org Section 4. Newby Chief Executive and Director gbnewby@pglaf. but we cannot make any statements concerning tax treatment .gutenberg. Salt Lake City. Volunteers and financial support to provide volunteers with the assistance they need are critical to reaching Project Gutenberg-tm's goals and ensuring that the Project Gutenberg-tm collection will remain freely available for generations to come. UT 84116. Contributions to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent permitted by U. The Foundation's EIN or federal tax identification number is 64-6221541.. Gregory B.Fables of Yriarte. The Foundation is committed to complying with the laws regulating charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United States.S. Fairbanks.
For forty years.S. how to help produce our new eBooks. please visit: www. To donate. Thus. Donations are accepted in a number of other ways including checks.gutenberg. Professor Michael S. and how to subscribe to our email newsletter to hear about new eBooks. we do not necessarily keep eBooks in compliance with any particular paper edition.org This Web site includes information about Project Gutenberg-tm.net/ . Hart was the originator of the Project Gutenberg-tm concept of a library of electronic works that could be freely shared with anyone. Fables of Yriarte. Most people start at our Web site which has the main PG search facility: www.org/donate Section 5. unless a copyright notice is included.Fables of Yriarte. he produced and distributed Project Gutenberg-tm eBooks with only a loose network of volunteer support.gutenberg. by Tomas de Iriarte A free ebook from http://manybooks. all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the U. U.S. Project Gutenberg-tm eBooks are often created from several printed editions. 39 Please check the Project Gutenberg Web pages for current donation methods and addresses. including how to make donations to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation. by Tomas de Iriarte of donations received from outside the United States. General Information About Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works. laws alone swamp our small staff. online payments and credit card donations.
This action might not be possible to undo. Are you sure you want to continue?