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Fables of Yriarte, by Tomas de Iriarte
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Fables of Yriarte, by Tomas de Iriarte YRIARTE. (Tomás de Iriarte y Oropesa) TRANSLATED FROM THE SPANISH, BY GEO. H. DEVEREUX. BOSTON: TICKNOR AND FIELDS. MDCCCLV. TO THE CLASS OF 1829 I DEDICATE THIS UNPRETENDING RESULT OF SOME LEISURE HOURS.
I do not flatter myself that it will make any conspicuous addition to the worthy achievements that have already graced our roll with names that rank high in the lists of Science, Philosophy and Literature. But it is pleasant to me to connect this translation of a college text-book--used by us all, long ago, within the walls of old Harvard--with the memory of youthful pursuits that have never lost their charm for the mind, and early associations that retain, with all their original freshness and geniality, their hold upon the heart. PREFACE. The Fable has always been a popular mode of conveying certain kinds of instruction. The brief and simple illustrations it affords give additional weight and point to moral apothegms or sententious criticisms. Like the feather on the shaft, they serve to increase the force and direct the aim more certainly to the mark. A pertinent fact or an apt fiction breathes, even into a dry and curt axiom, a living and practical interest which opens to it hearts and heads that would otherwise pass it by with indifference, or revolt from it with impatience. Many of these unpretending allegories have been familiar to us all, in childhood, in a great variety of dresses, and have long formed a standard part of our literature--congenial alike to nursery days and to mature age. The fables contained in the little collection here translated are not, with one or two exceptions, found among the widely popular and familiar fables to which we have alluded. They were written in a foreign tongue, less generally understood, among us, than some other of the European languages; and they are designed for a special and somewhat abstruse purpose. Both these circumstances tend to narrow their sphere of circulation; and we presume that they form a book little known to most English readers. If we do not err in our estimate of them, the Literary Fables of Don Thomas De Yriarte are well worthy of perusal. They are aptly and ingeniously adapted to the truths they seek to inculcate; and they are remarkable for a terse simplicity of form and style, well suited to the objects and character of such productions. The maxims and criticisms they enforce must approve themselves to the mind, both of the professed scholar and the general reader.
Fables of Yriarte, by Tomas de Iriarte
The author was born in Teneriffe, A.D. 1750, but was educated and resided at Madrid, where he died in 1791, at the early age, of course, of forty-one years. His uncle, Don Juan De Yriarte, was the chief superintendent of the royal library; and the nephew was educated under his auspices. In his eighteenth year, he commenced his literary career by the writing of dramas, and the translation of plays from the French for the Spanish stage. He spent his life in the duties of sundry offices under the government; yet he very soon assumed and maintained a high consideration as a scholar and writer. His works, however, were of a character to command but little interest from posterity, with the exception of the fables translated in this little volume. Of them, Professor Ticknor, from whose learned work on Spanish literature we have collected these details, speaks as follows:-"Here, he, in some degree, struck out a new path; for he not only invented all his fictions, which no other fabulist, in modern times, had done, but restricted them all, in their moral purpose, to the correction of the faults and follies of men of learning--an application which had not before been thought of. They are written with great care, in no less than forty different measures, and show an extraordinary degree of ingenuity in adapting the attributes and instincts of animals to the instruction, not of mankind at large, as had always been done before, but to that of a separate and small class, between whom and the inferior creation the resemblance is rarely obvious. The task was certainly a difficult one. Perhaps, on this account, they are too narrative in their structure, and fail somewhat in the genial spirit which distinguishes Esop and La Fontaine, the greatest masters of Apologue and Fable. But their influence was so needed in the age of bad writing when they appeared, and they are, besides, so graceful in their versification, that they were not only received with great favor at first, but have never lost it since."--Ticknor's Hist, of Span. Literature, vol. iii., p. 279. We have endeavored to discharge with fidelity the duty of translation; attempting to preserve the form and spirit of the author, as far as was consistent with giving the work an English dress. With this view, we have aimed to produce a literal and characteristic reflection of the original rather than an expanded and highly-wrought paraphrase. Where we could do so, we have sought to preserve the metre, or a nearly analogous one, in order, if possible, to give a clear idea of the Spanish work to the English reader. But this is not practicable in all cases. The peculiar construction of Spanish rhymes, together with the obstinacy with which some words and sentences refuse the stern yoke of our English rules, render the task, always hard, sometimes impossible. The terminal inflections of the Spanish language and its accentuation are widely different from those of the Anglo-Saxon; and so axe the arbitrary arrangements of the rhythm, which are, in the latter, far more exacting and precise. The professed scholar will recognize and make due allowance for such obstacles. To the public at large we shall hope our little book may convey some instruction and amusement, in a palatable shape. If so, it may give, to a novel class of subjects, somewhat of the well-known interest inspired by the graceful and popular fictions of Esop, Gay and La Fontaine. G.H.D. Salem, October 25th, 1854. CONTENTS THE ELEPHANT AND OTHER ANIMALS THE SILKWORM AND SPIDER THE BEAR, THE MONKEY AND THE HOG THE DRONES AND THE BEE THE TWO PARROTS AND THE MAGPIE THE SHOWMAN'S MONKEY AND HIS MASTER THE CATHEDRAL BELL AND THE LITTLE BELL THE ASS AND THE FLUTE THE ANT AND THE FLEA THE WALL-FLOWER AND THE THYME THE RABBITS AND THE DOGS THE EGGS THE DUCK AND THE SNAKE THE MUFF, THE FAN, AND THE UMBRELLA THE FROG AND THE TADPOLE THE BUSTARD THE LINNET AND THE SWAN THE HACK MULE THE GOAT AND THE HORSE THE BEE AND THE CUCKOO THE BAT AND THE CAT THE OWL AND LAMP, AND THE DOGS AND THE RAGMAN THE THRUSH, PARROT AND MAGPIE THE WOLF AND THE SHEPHERD THE LION, EAGLE AND BAT THE MONKEY THE ASS
-. procrastination. the whispering tone Of Wasp and Hornet. A thousand vicious actions quoted. Accepting. well learned by heart. among the crowd. 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. The Monkey. THE LIZARD. a part not small Declared that their offended pride Such language plain could not abide. THE SILKWORM AND SPIDER. FABLE I.Fables of Yriarte. His vile abuse. The Tiger and rapacious Wolf. The trusty Setter. With reverence the most profound His long proboscis swept the ground.Spake his calm voice above the broil. Fly and Drone. working sore vexation. The venomous Serpent hissed aloud. He then discharged the censor's part-. Long years ago. the Linnet shy. And gross abuses. But. hear quietly. The guileless Lamb and thrifty Ant. In careful phrase. not at all. Idleness. The arrogance of ignorance. and the Dove. Not they--no. Opening their lank jaws' bloody gulf. A murmuring echo gave. Then--since the warning finger Points at no destined head-. from far and near. The Weasel arched his spiteful back. Envy. When every brute beast had a way." ***** Whoever may my fables read. The world has shown alike The faults at which they strike In each revolving week. Ever faithful to her love. What he thought and felt. with grimaces rude. too. they speak. The Locust spread his clanging wing."These censures I apply. frugal and provident. Ostentatious insolence.The sagacious Elephant observed Among these creatures many a failing. His strictures on their ways to hear."-. prevailing. Who not. The Fox kept silence shrewd. AND THE FOX THE CROW AND THE TURKEY THE SILKWORM AND THE CATERPILLAR THE PURCHASE OF THE ASS THE OX AND THE GRASSHOPPER THE MACAW AND THE MARMOT THE PORTRAIT THE TWO INNS THE TEA-PLANT AND SAGE THE CAT. The stately Elephant looked down Upon the vexed turmoil: "To each and all and yet to none. His sound and noble counsel stirs The hearts of many listeners. Which strenuous reform deserved. The dictates of his generous sense. all around. While. sauciest of the pack. . The obedient Horse. The wriggling Caterpillar crept His sneaking way along.A thousand silly foibles noted. He called them all. with due reverence. 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. of the audience. And the simple Butterfly. THE DROMEDARY. The mischievous Balm-cricket leapt From the tumultuous throng. in far-off land. The Bee.Who feels the censure linger Must sup on his own bread. to say In language all could understand-. 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. Let him who winces put them on. Against the adviser rave. This truth important let him heed: That to all nations--not to any one-. His greedy conscience felt the sting. FABLE II.And to all times. Mocked.
Just see how fine and beautiful it is. THE BEAR. their hand. mid-day will see the job completed. What costs small labor is of smaller value. FABLE IV. THE DRONES AND THE BEE. not bulk. . What bad applaud. who with all her might was spinning Hard by. Now. And now. FABLE III. Bruin. But Bruin thoughtful stood. by Tomas de Iriarte At his cocoon a busy Silkworm labored. is worse. At last. at the making of honey." "I am afraid you look on me." ***** Authors. in sad and humble mood. anxious to excel. thus bespoke him. THE MONKEY AND THE HOG.Though lazy and stupid as well they could be-. To earn their bread. But now I see. too!" Coolly replied the precious fabric's workman: "'T is true--your labor tells us its own story.Fables of Yriarte." He spoke. A Spider." "Ill. sure am I. And shouted. No other expedient well could they see. indeed. In the eyes of all animals better to stand-. Before the Monkey showed his skill. with laugh malicious." Said Bruin. inexperienced crew." said the Monkey. good Master Silkworm? This very morning I began it. the master sought. And soberly the grunter eyed. 5 A Piedmontese a Bear had taught Upon two legs the art of dancing. "very ill. Mark well the moral of my verse! That's bad which worthy judges blame. by your delight. "How do I dance. And various measures each idler suggested. They began to be doubtful if they should succeed Very well in attaining the object in view.Than to try.--"Bravo! nobly done! A better dancer. Was never seen beneath the sun. Know that 'tis quality. In silly exultation tasks comparing: "What think you of my web. that I move quite gracefully. By showing off his awkward prancing. But the labor proved very distasteful. The workmen. To wash of their sloth the sad stigma away. "with a jealous eye. that's precious. To his loud praise he thus replied: "When Monkey did my dancing slight I did not much the censure heed. who seek a noble fame. It must be miserable. can you deny?" A jolly Pig was standing by. And know the step. Now. a rude. indeed. early. By a sense of their bad reputation molested. The Drones in grave council assembled one day." ***** Let those who boast their numerous vapid volumes. friend? Prithee tell.
And to the fabulous Phoenix gave full credence. ***** Many men.And the Frenchman kept not long The phrases he had borrowed From less fashionable tongue. Last. With hearty roar of laughter. Domingo Brought with her Parrots twain. But new merit rather chooses In this hotchpotch to discover-. While the Spanish bird changed nigh each word For the idiom of Gaul. From balcony across the way. About the Unicorn astounding marvels. with much self-satisfaction they stop. First he played dead man. Now this island is half Gallic. Thus. Of all her companions the model and pride. Father Valdecebro. Like the Parrots. That authentic author. in absence of his master. there are. THE SHOWMAN'S MONKEY AND HIS MASTER. then. did they ever. By interring in state an old Bee that had died-. Of taste foolishly exclusive. who served a puppet showman: That thought one day. in two different languages. The Parrots talked amain. By quoting wise words from the lips of the dead! But with all their pretence." quoth Magpie. one day.In his veracious Natural History. With their own language not content. With pomp and with honor they lauded her name. or ninth. "Is this all you can do? Of the honey I make. To ask some beasts--his own especial cronies-. in sooth."You are nothing but a Purist. everywhere. But a Bee said in scorn. Danced on the rope with somerset and shuffle. by Tomas de Iriarte To get rid of their trouble they fain would contrive.A notable Bee of a neighboring hive. On hands and feet alternate spun in circles. The French Parrot from the Spaniard Took a contribution small. In funeral obsequies. no soul could tell If it were one or 't other. A Magpie shouted out At the folly of the lout. Their mistress parts the babblers-. brilliant and grand. not one single drop Would I give for the fuss of your beggarly crew. each beast minutely painting. 6 This done.-. In mongrel French. like Harlequin. Who exercised his warm imagination.--which I've forgotten. For the whitest of wax and honey so bland. The story ran: That it was a Monkey skilful In thousand tricks. By spots and marks. in the end. Soon the French and the Castilian They mixed up in such a bother That. I ask. Panegyrics immortal they buzzed to her fame.-.To witness all his entertaining juggles. The Parrot answered pertly.Relates the story of a famous Monkey. Made desperate leaps. Would a mongrel tongue invent.-. A dame from St." ***** How many there are. Till the gallery where their cages hung Discordant was as Babylon. As with argument conclusive. Produce any such from their own shallow head? FABLE V. exhibited the sword-dance. He eagerly begged after The scrapings of the pot. Half owns the flag of Spain. The other still refuses His jargon to give over."--? "Thanks for the compliment.-.Exulting that he thus can vary The range of his vocabulary. in style so fanciful and turgid.In his eighth book. who their emptiness mask.Fables of Yriarte. FABLE VI. curtly. THE TWO PARROTS AND THE MAGPIE. And told. .
Now that this little belfry might ape in renown The cathedral's huge tower. In the district the city held under its sway. By chance. and soon arose suspicion That these proceedings were but empty humbug. That you hardly would call it a belfry at all. Of a few wretched rustics. were heard--never more. The chamber was all darkened. by preliminary explanation. That only on solemn occasions was rung. Its tinkle soon passed for a bell of great size. then we know he's an ass. Its echoes majestic. as is usual. many men try. explaining.Half laughing and half angry. Your brains are dark as the unlighted lanthorn. gun on shoulder. the while. if you forget to light your lanthorn?" ***** Pardon my hint. From side to side he shoved the painted glasses. And think that their wisdom is surely inferred From their seldom vouchsafing to utter a word. . For this stately reserve and its wonderful weight. The Monkey.An exhibition with the magic lanthorn He now would give.--since the evening Had now set in. And for a wise animal safely may pass. That briefly and seldom--on festivals noted-. THE ASS AND THE FLUTE. in a general way. ye deep and subtile writers. You fool. a hamlet there lay. When Master Pedro.Behind the lanthorn being duly stationed.Fables of Yriarte. And a poor little church. By this cunning device. better yet than any. Through a field in our village A wandering ass One day did pass.--as is showman's custom. was disconcerted. Be it good or bad. By grave airs and long faces. nor yet the audience wearied. But the spectators strained their eyes attentive In vain. that in it was swinging. When. Asses may not be known if they never should bray. There a little cracked cow-bell. in their rustical eyes. If one opens his mouth. Indeed. Now and then. FABLE VII. But. FABLE VIII. it is true.-. for none could see the brilliant wonders Which Monkey was so volubly announcing. Each scene loquaciously. the place to supply. that loomed up o'er the town. And. with a belfry so small. For the poor little neighborhood did all the ringing. most of all. THE CATHEDRAL BELL AND THE LITTLE BELL. as he had seen his master. With these and other tricks he long amused them. "What is the use of all your endless gabble. its glory was great. All were perplexed.-. He fixed attention. 7 In a certain cathedral a huge bell there hung. This little lay To me occurred to-day. by strokes three or four. in grave cadence. Who boast to be beyond our comprehensions.--what was going on at once perceiving.The said little bell should be rung--it was voted. said to Monkey. ***** Of true merit and excellence. by Tomas de Iriarte did the Prussian manual. entering unexpected. By chance. Throughout the whole parish.-.
--"Now. by Tomas de Iriarte Left by a careless swain. by way of good example. Sure as I live. By chance. so I see! 'T is plain. patience growing thin. well play a part. Of small account and easy always deem it. And never worthy of their praise esteem it. FABLE X. undoubtedly. certainly. "Oho!" said the wise beast. Forgotten on the ground. Another day We'll think of it.With talk like this: "Ah. scornfully addressing: "Heaven help you. to show them up in rhyme. And since. If 't were not every day before our eyes. How builds the ant-hills. I pity you. All right." "Dear friend. Scarce a hand's breadth above the ground you've grown. nonsense! Think you thus to puzzle me? Who couldn't. I think so. There a flute he found. I own. To all her statements still the Flea demurred. A curious affectation some put on Of knowing everything they chance upon. FABLE IX. my friend." With impudence unmoved." ***** . by her labor. I grant it. That might with many pass for idle lies. Who. Of course.Yet could not contradict a single word-.-. I understand. if they chose to try? But. This sort of folks I cannot let go by. There's better and there worse.A Thyme-plant growing in a neighboring bed. in such grand fashion. Into the flute his breath Happened to find its way. stay. ***** There are donkeys plenty. Without a wall to climb by. too.--as I have somewhere read. replied the Flea: "Pooh."--and lightly leaped away. with what care and pains She gathers up the scattered grains for food. for once. "How well I can play! Who will say me nay? By chance. In the flower language. But without help I grow. Ready almost to jump out of her skin. And the flute began to play. you assume All this so mighty easy to be done. As he stopped to smell it-. THE WALL-FLOWER AND THE THYME. that I'm of humble height. yes. Whatever matter they may hear or see. O. By chance. May. A Wall-flower spoke. condescend. 8 The Ant was once relating to the Flea The wholesome lesson of her industry. However new or excellent it be. By chance. Unto the Flea she answered. That cannot rise. 'tis true. With other instances of enterprise.A snort he gave." With such evasions. And how all labor for the common good. By chance. Of your own great abilities. for their foolish pertness. If I should waste on them a whole day's time. Give us yourself. myself.-. I beg you. her support she gains.-. How.I've an engagement now.". THE ANT AND THE FLEA. a sample. But. without one jot of art.This donkey grave-. if you try. even a hand's breadth high. Thyme! 'Tis really distressing! Though the most fragrant of all plants.Fables of Yriarte. To go with me. I shall try.
But a grave senior thus.--ye 're all a pack of louts!-. a traveller."Friend. wandering out that way.Sagacious man!--of having his eggs fried. And showed them eggs cooked à la Huguenot. for his pains.By adding to a work.--this response I quote. "I have it now. now. At the clatter. After a while. good sir.-. an artiste shouts." "Curs. 9 Beyond the sunny Philippines An island lies. Fast they increased as any one could wish. by Tomas de Iriarte For writers. whom Two Dogs pursue. invents? Soft. "what an ingenious feat!" But scarce a year went by. the eggs they eat. FABLE XI. That they would so have cooked them to this day. addressed The epicures: "Boast."-. I say. in preserves. Until fresh eggs became the common dish. His fruitful and inventive fancy gains! Another. one day." "I see them yonder Through the furze. to have them baked devised." And the whole island thought the mode so good. O! what boundless honors. whose name I do not know. arrogate an author's fame. In sherbet." While they dispute The dogs arrive.But blessings on the man who brought the hens!" ***** . who. At last the experiment by one was tried-."-. By villain hounds I'm hunted down.Because the stranger taught no other way. THE RABBITS AND THE DOGS.With nice tomatoes all my eggs are stewed.Most happy thought!--and still another. A Rabbit. at last they tickle Their palates fanciful with eggs in pickle. by a happy chance. A comrade sprung. Who ever thought eggs were so delicate! Next. But they 're not hounds."They're curs. Or a short preface. hey! Then so Is my grandmother! You do not know The one from t' other.-. spiced. some one gave his friends an omelette: "Ah!" all exclaimed. And now boiled up with milk. delicious condiments That luxury. what's the matter?" "The matter? Zounds! I'm fairly blown. by clinging to the name Of others. Take our warning. and now with sugar sweet. THE EGGS. ninnies.--they say. All had their day--the last was still the best."-. Into the copse In terror flew. important Matters scorning. Successive cooks thus proved their skill diverse.-."What then?"--"They're curs. ***** Ye who. But that's of little consequence. And both of them Eat up alive. if you will. carried some poultry there. Till. And. Another dish the gaping natives taught.-.Fables of Yriarte. Toy with trifles. hard and dropped. But all the natives ate them boiled." "Stupid! they 're naught But mongrel cur. But that a stranger. from time to time."They're hounds. These countless prodigies of gastric skill-. Out of his burrow. perchance a note. if so You understand that there they had no hens. FABLE XII. But how shall I be able to rehearse All of the new.
In dialect such as. luxuriant and smooth-. it hath no bound Water." A cunning Snake stood by. For my life. and a Fan. If some absurd presumption show-. Perchance. in winter serve your purpose well. . Again. on a canebrake gazing. THE FROG AND THE TADPOLE." now said the thoughtful mother. all pith and emptiness. discoursing thus: "Nature to me is generous All creatures else beyond. But. as Umbrella. I. To shield the head from rains of wintry skies. Long with its mother chatted of the leaves. so strong. the Trout Will beat you out and out: You with neither can compare. in artless wonder. look. in turn. earth or air within. 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. from me. a broader part to play. The Pot unto the Kettle spoke.Fables of Yriarte. When a-weary of the ground. Muff." ***** The wise man knoweth well. You. I can fly or I can swim.-. like praise I earn When summer's ardent rays the Parasol defies. But now the air with the fierce tempest heaves. Upon a table. On Tagus' banks.A broken cane into the stream fell over. And cold winds take your office quite away. AND THE UMBRELLA." FABLE XV. Fan. serve the turn. "Come. When heat declines in summer's glowing urn. And to his two companions thus began: "Now pretty articles are not ye both! You. too. in a former day. A little Tadpole. The Umbrella silence broke. Learn now. "How vain To hold yourself so high! Not on land with the fleet Stag. Or swift Falcon in the air. and verdure so amazing. FABLE XIII. On the borders of a pond Stood a Duck.In seeking everything to know. FABLE XIV. in idle sloth In a dark corner must forgotten dwell. Of the huge stalks. an useless thing become. THE DUCK AND THE SNAKE. And heard the vaunting strain. once. when spring comes about. That it is not wisdom's end In all things to pretend.But in something to excel. Can you make good your brag: In the water. To serve but for a single use May also be without excuse. forsooth!" ***** If our good Frog some poets' works had read. And hissing said. "Without. together lay A Muff. of them she might the same have said. THE MUFF. THE FAN. And the rough winds the canebrake rent asunder-. Umbrella. my child.Within.
To admire her progeny.Here sprawling flat." "Would you might sing!" replied the little bird. By the display of my superior skill. or skill or genius. And bites and squeals. the rest With a fine brood of nurslings filled the nest. as yet. Purposed to raise a brood more light.All other voice by silent wonder shackled-. But each away with his own offspring flew." Kashly the Swan essayed--but only cackled.-. What. you know.Fables of Yriarte. at foundation." The Linnet still maintained her joyous trill. "See how this tiny warbler taunteth me! Naught but my great consideration Prevents your well-deserved humiliation. That her rider Scarcely was able With rein to guide her. upon trial. And sundry birds of easy flight. "This. in her foolish pate. "Keep silence. How! out of wind! With ready heels She kicks behind. Both are. "With boundless curiosity we all-. was found among them. The sluggish Bustard. FABLE XVII. And in her nest mixed up the whole. 11 For this end many an egg she stole From Partridge. Ye. ***** Not strange. A host of birds collects. so rare and new. "It almost tempts myself to sing. A Hack Mule pushed With speed so frantic Forth from her stable. Without. With hand and foot We'll try you yet. And left poor Bustard with an empty nest. noisy little one. of course.Bring out your fledglings." Unto a Linnet said the Swan. You devil's pet. we'll soon discover. Though some proved addled. THE BUSTARD. A murrain foul Seize on your soul! Amen to that! . in time. Half our journey Not long will bide her In such a race." resounds the cry How much belongs to you. In vain bestowed. Though none of us. Should. our feathered tribes among.Should listen to that harmony divine. Long while and patiently she sat upon them. Which boasts far greater fame than mine. at her request. who the ideas of other men brood over. Compares with mine in melody. I find.-. "What insolence is this!" continued he. What a curvette! She jumps and reels. Full fed and antic. and this is mine. hath ever heard. What trouble now? Go on! Perhaps The spur will do. Let us see them fly! Then. by Tomas de Iriarte FABLE XVI. yet. But the false jade Now slacks her pace. although No voice. no? Then taps Of this light rod Or harder raps From pointed goad. Vexed with her young ones' awkward flight. cheat the expectation! FABLE XVIII. THE LINNET AND THE SWAN. Even though 't were illegitimate. Pigeon and the Kite. And many a kind. that empty reputation. Upon her belly Down she flounders. THE HACK MULE.
and. too. he dies. in vain a wretched writer tries. His feet. In thy waxen cells. forgot his food. thus consoled. To better judgment of posterity He leaves his work. But in a work designed To gratify the taste. THE RAT AND THE CAT. Know that they are the entrails of a Goat. And. that work begins With such capers. whene'er I see That any author vapors Too much of his intent. And. in times past. by Tomas de Iriarte ***** The Mule. in the self-same way.When shall you taste it? Not while you're alive. THE GOAT AND THE HORSE. Aught else is tedious waste. So monotonous as thou. to gain celebrity. one shape alone." FABLE XXI. I say. My fright is over and the pain is gone. who hope like pleasure to derive. "Beware! Good friend. Harmonious. long stood listening. I trust some future time-. in like mood Absorbed. . through my own aid. in sympathetic measure. If I nothing new can say. If. "With my labor interferes That unpleasant voice of thine. Danced all unconsciously for pleasure. with me. my monotone?" The Cuckoo straight rejoined.-. pray have a care Of this mule's predicament." said the Bee. for myself." The good Hack turned himself. I find. in song. THE BEE AND THE CUCKOO. Except. For you. of these strings you hear the harmony. Throughout his life. It is cuckoo all day long. and answered thus: "Never are heard these sounds harmonious. And be valued none the less. Is not the mule for me. ***** Just so. Nothing new by you is done. the while. Always ringing in my ears. I now the pleasure reap Of seeing." This was the Bee's reply: "A work of usefulness May lack variety. for myself.-. who. And. These words he spoke: 12 "Now.At once. "Stop. You make a hundred as each one. "So. as reward." FABLE XIX.Blest thought!--such sonorous strains may rise from mine. If we no invention find. to an honest Nag. across the strings concordant. Who pastured. And. Cuckoo. the honors paid To the sweet instrument. A Goat. To the sweet echoes of a violin. sweep The hairs that from my tail were drawn.Fables of Yriarte. And nothing but cuckoo!" "Wearies you. FABLE XX. There is no bird. in mute delight.
Vile critics. With vagabondish man. by Tomas de Iriarte 13 At telling of rabies old Esop was grand. Their portrait they shall see In yet another fable ere I close. our Owl she met A Lamp or Lanthorn in the passage set-.-. Into our own language I now will translate. . as. one day. It is perfectly done." ***** The honor which many would freely allow. a way of his own. that I here expose-. might answer back. then. Just poking his nose out. Now what say you. in terrible fright He sprang to his hole. they know. Therefore it is.I'm wrong--by day it could not be." Ah! but look. As is their wont--howled savagely. as she flew along. on my soul. eying him curiously. and I ween you'll not fail. Your friend Esop wrote never a line-.Of the whole. learned man. when. AND THE DOGS AND THE RAGMAN. in these things. the evening's sun had set Below the horizon long ago. There is a set of dastard knaves. my reader? "The fable is one Which delights and instructs. THE OWL AND LAMP. Recounting how a wandering Owl. barking furiously As Cerberus." ***** Denounced though I may be.Fables of Yriarte. I vow.If I should find you.-. when it lights on an enemy's brow. By coward critics. FABLE XXII. without doubt. Now. And a story of his. "It is plain. his wisdom so great. To this same purpose. Turning reluctant back. he coolly did call: "You boast of it.Because I dare their meanness to disclose. when safe out of sight. Being mine. ***** Beating an old dust pan. to attack it with tooth and with nail. For. from this noddle of mine It all came."-." said a Rat. my good sir. two Dogs. at the mouth of his hole.All safe and quiet in their graves. I love and respect the generous Hound. as I have it at hand."Ah! what's that?" said the Rat. hard by: "This quality fine I assure you is also a merit of mine. Since you are such a blaze of dazzling light. I shall be ready quite To make a feast. and. A Ragman stood. that will wait to make attack On authors till their victims are--alack!-. Esop had. But that my eyes you blind! But if I cannot now.--XXIII. Into a convent chanced to make her way. on some other night.--"Ah. in angry spite. They retract. indeed! Then the fable is thine?" Yes it is. hey? I don't like it at all. With his subtile invention." A Cat answered. Unlighted. Thus spoke she out her mind: "Ah.Which of the two I do not know. once a little lay My old grandmother sang to me. For living men. Lamp! with what unspeakable delight I'd suck the oil all out of you this night. "No distinction more lovely and noble is found Than fidelity.
" Thenceforward. And no beak.Fables of Yriarte. in one lesson. in these our days. A plain quadruped I. . To her birdship she clings. But says. I'm no subject of yours. Desired himself the mystery to learn. And. THE WOLF AND THE SHEPHERD. rather than of his instructor. who heard a Parrot talking-. on my head? With my vassals. Faith."Let that be her doom. PARROT AND MAGPIE.-."Nor in mine. from sting of flea it shields. Showing her wings. and turned his pupil out A scholar. No honor can you win On him--for. THE LION. He the great art of speech began To the Magpie to teach. What a warm coat my skin in winter yields! It shelters many a man from cold and wetting. "No more shall she come. some good you chance to do. I'll be bound. by Tomas de Iriarte To them a tall Greyhound Said. my verse Allots the Wolf's foul character and curse. 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. I am not so. Moreover. Against the withering blight of evil eye My claws will screen you--counter charm secure. Would you call me a Bird? A sad blunder you've made! For I wear a broad snout." said the Lion. no doubt. such line accent thought To have attained. in his turn. She wanders alone. No Bird and no Beast Such companion will own. when she chooses Our laws to defy. The Eagle and Lion Held solemn debate. she slanders The Beasts of your reign. FABLE XXVI. And other insects vile your couch besetting." FABLE XXIV. in darkness. From living dogs the conscious rogue will run. 14 A Thrush." said the Eagle-.The uses of my teeth you know. that. as accomplished as. THE THRUSH. 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.Of him." The Shepherd answered: "Animal perverse! Upon thy head be Heaven's eternal curse! On endless mischief bent--no thanks to you If. now and then. Are those who will poor copies and translations scan For models--Blunder shocking! FABLE XXV. "Let the wretch alone. When among you she wanders." ***** To many books. I'm sure.--for he is one Who from dead dogs will strip the reeking skin To sell for bread. Of the Birds will complain. My fat for hurts a sovereign remedy-. You think me a bad fellow. too.As proof irrefragable." "In my realm. EAGLE AND BAT."-. man.
then took her way Unto the far-off land of Tetuan. And neither can I guess. hence take heed How your defaults by false excuse you cover! Fed upon straw--straw it may eat. Think you I nothing like but straw? Then make The experiment. Bring corn. "On good and bad an equal value sets The stupid mob. Which to discover must have cost a world of care But the author does not say. From me the worst it gets. I take. hearing the lame defence. She dragged her wearied train. Here our fine lady found A jolly Monkey crew. So says an ancient proverb. who seek To be two things at once. A meditated foray Far and wide about the land. Now the naked Monkeys crowd An admiring glance to snatch. By general accord. She through the window sprang Upon a roof that lay Below. The proverb don't say this.Which doth the truth unravel Whither she did travel. THE MONKEY. I hardly see How Monkey could or cloth or tailor find find-.Fables of Yriarte. moor and valley. A stock of food to gather To feed the hungry band. clothed in silk. And forthwith it was decided. From toil and from vexation.-. Forest. And readily allowed.-. They learned a lesson bitter-. indeed: Try it with generous fare--'t will scorn the other.For the book is very rare. When the day's work was over They could scarcely move a limb. Indignant. not alone her road. Wisdom and wit to match The splendors of her dress. that she certainly went there. As to all. and ridge. or by the way Of the Isthmus of Suez: All that we know is. Which I cannot call to mind. But I rather think the elf From her master got her finery.That he would choose a captain More skilled. And much good may it do your vulgar maw!" Often the slighting speech the man repeated. And never fails to praise. though he wear the student's Will still a blockhead be. take it--since such diet suits your taste. "Here. But her wits as well. Seeing herself so gay. While doling out to him his lock of straw. If by ship.--. As ruler of the horde.For Monkeys there abound. And so say I again. A Monkey tricked herself. Who listen to our fable here. A poet shrewd.Replies: "Just what you choose to give. THE ASS AND HIS MASTER.But naked every one: As no other style they knew In the land of Tetuan.-. far this side of Tetuan.That fine clothing is not wisdom. Such as harlequin would choose. if not so fine. To the brainless little wretch. Who. Will a Monkey still remain. The Ass--his quiet mood by insult heated-. We many a Monkey see. Over mountain. rivers and morasses. Take care lest ye prove In both--but a dunce! FABLE XXVII." ***** Ye caterers for the public. So the leader new set forth With all her subject host. And. Deserts.Yet so the story goes--but never mind. ***** Now. 15 A Monkey. For else. and see if I refuse it. Master unjust! but not because I choose it. In dress of gaudy hues. in such excursion It should be his luck to join-. it clearly will appear. Homage to pay they press. . by Tomas de Iriarte Bats of authors. and plain. But there a history is. And each exhausted rover Decided--if again. she lost. That to her should be confided. The scurrilous author thus his trash excused. thus exposed the argument abused. Through his life. Not all things gold that glitter." With vile pretence. FABLE XXVIII. A Donkey's master said unto his beast.
by Tomas de Iriarte FABLE XXIX. a wheel Of a well. 16 A wheel of wood is it. he counsels thus. where he must fail! The little Dog cannot avail The huge well-wheel to turn. What then? I will not shirk. 'T isn't turning the old spit.Who on naught else his hunger would assuage But prose and verse of many a learned page. I shall better rations earn. In vain the Cat watched for him night and day.-. ceaseless clambering. Turning the spit about. What our poor Author furnished to the presses. Nor any other bait or mixture."Let me.--"What have we here? By this it would appear Here." "No meat I roast. Nor in the hated town.While they eat all the meat. Turns it beneath his feet. THE AUTHOR AND THE RAT. In such wheel. too. they're roasting meat. in a field. A contrivance shrewd has seen. sage and mellow. in his turn.Fables of Yriarte. Ever prepared for rats or mice. The rascal gnawed.-. He slily off did steal. In study of a scholar. try a pull.His works of eloquence and poesy. I'm light. Day passes after day. performed his stint. is it? Something harder I must work. which a Mule kept moving. wearily on. but up I'll jump. For learned scrolls could cure his predilection. Where a Dog. And one Horatius Flaccus This same matter does discuss. but pump Water. The reader oft. as the manuscripts the accursed beast Had eaten once before. And. No arsenic hid in sweet confection. THE TURNSPIT AND THE MULE OF THE WELL. And. They throw me out a bone. With steps on outer rim. when my task is done. Till he found. How idly doth an author yearn To undertake. made he Of printed page still more luxurious feast. moreover. "To the spit and kitchen fire I advise you to go back.--a devil of a fellow. ."-." The first chance of flight improving. But with whole pages nightly he made way. As his eyes he on it set." replied the Mule.Here the laborer at the well Interrupted.-. who every day. Her paws she ne'er could put upon a whisker. now. A turnspit strength would lack For the task to which you aspire. In inn or convent kitchen. sure. In the house I will not stay." ***** Now hear the Mule sagacious! Wisely. There dwelt a Rat. nothing less. Of cunning traps no shrewd device. A Dog.-. He cried. Thus expressed his discontent: "Hard work and paltry pay! Here I may climb and sweat. And more respect compel. FABLE XXX. Ah! pretty heavy. no doubt. Wearily.
And thus the Squirrel's part they play. A Steed. In pure white paper. Before a little Squirrel Went dashing round a plain. Always lightly Moving round.-. So swift. Since all experiments in vain I've tried. I am active. the pride of our day!" ***** Thus a volume of nonsense. and even more. thus relieved. And the impatient wight he seeks to bait. have a care Lest his malicious insult prove a snare.--for unjust abuse Severe retaliation will excuse.--a noble sorrel. FABLE XXXII. Blank paper now I'll keep within my drawers. With equal spirit. I am a fool. "What beautiful silver. To the Squirrel answer made: "Comings and goings. established in fame. Corrosive sublimate." But. by Tomas de Iriarte 17 "Ah. Watching awhile his motions. by this frivolous whim. I strain every nerve To be always prompt and clever. Silence to keep. The Squirrel brisk bespeaks him As follows: "My dear sir. A famous gallant. as last resort. FABLE XXXI. lo! too faithful to his wasteful trade. if subscribed with the name Of a popular author. of Parisian renown. "Let him. Not so futile My endeavor. All this no useful purpose speaks. "I've had enough of writing for these gnawers.On the festival day of his lady love placed On his shoes two paltry buckles of tin. what hard luck is mine!" the Author cried. With a new suit each day to dazzle the town. who gnaws too freely. Some time and talents throw away.-.-. yet regular." ***** Be moderate. Should write him in corrosive sublimate." ***** On puerile trifles of the day. From ground to tree. but that fame courted him.And nothing else. critic.Docile to spur and rein. The world will devour. And tree to ground. And in grave tone. I am never quiet found. beneath invective froward. That he courted not fame. In order to show. Into his ink he pours. Heed who lists. In my duty Faithful ever. No great merit All this deftness. Just such gambols I can do. My master to serve. THE SQUIRREL AND THE HORSE." Checking his pace a moment. "Huzza for the taste and the rule Of the master of fashion. As heretofore with manuscript and print. . without stop or stint. This mischief must be stayed. And quickly ends his sport. The good colt his gallop stayed. in copious dose. Grace and lightness-. I know not whether verse or prose. or. Who silver and gold like water would waste. and writes Something. Idle freaks. so brilliant and gay!" Said the lady. Argues an author either dunce or coward. Turns and twists. as follows. 'Tis eaten by the animal perverse. The villanous vermin like destruction made. I am sprightly. A Fop of the most extravagant taste.Fables of Yriarte. At his wit's end. "Happy receipt which mischief sure requites!" Sarcastic said the Poet.Such I've often seen before. THE FOX AND THE LADY.
Of the different qualities. Without much grave consideration. Between a Turkey and a Crow.-. "The only question now in place Is of our flight a trial fair. That each animal marked. While some praised the Bee."You are a most unlucky bird. THE OSTRICH." "All this is nothing to the case." Answered the Crow. far off in air. If you have ever seen them fly. Which first would reach the appointed station. of the Hound so sagacious. "but 'tis clear to me. of the desert. I have always heard. Were whiling the time in a sociable chat. Could it be that they both were bulky and strong.-. was puzzled to guess Why these two should so strange an opinion profess. "Are you all at a loss? then so am not I. as well as I. Foreboding naught but evils grim.-. Moreover. While the other had surely no wisdom to spare? Of their mutual ugliness were they both jealous. A bitter contest once did spring.For beasts. Or that each could display a protuberance callous? Or can it be--"Pooh!" said Reynard the sly." said Dromedary.-. AND THE FOX." "For my part." ***** Shrewdly our Fox the riddle has read." said the Ostrich."-. As his fellow-countryman. THE CROW AND THE TURKEY. Or that both boasted necks so remarkably long? Or that Ostrich was known as a simpleton rare. "Look here.--very. half vanished out of view. Begone from sight. Making your foul.-. 18 A party of beasts assembled for pleasure." the loitering Turkey cries To Crow. each brother. to test a man's genius. From Barbary both. true. THE DROMEDARY. revolting feast On carrion corpse that dogs would spurn.On their respective speed of wing.With a thousand discussions of this and of that. some the Parrot loquacious. astounded. praises the other. by Tomas de Iriarte FABLE XXXIII. thus diversify leisure.No matter how the fact I know. That no beast surpasses my friend Dromedary. some among them rehearsed The deserts of the Ant. like mankind. Who. Of writers in plenty the same may be said. now they conversed. FABLE XXXIV.She shouts still louder after him. Sure you can tell." The assembly. ask where he was bred. "True. "I must declare That I think we can none with the Ostrich compare. "The thought will to my mind arise That you are black and ugly too.Fables of Yriarte. disgusting beast! You fairly do my stomach turn." ***** .
" say they. though they 're worthless. He makes cocoons too.-. each other bepraised. FABLE XXXV. by Tomas de Iriarte When envious detractors find In wise men's works. Six dreadful galls Appal beholders. Yesterday through our street An Ass did pass. Good as his clothes. And many a prank And rare device.-. They satisfy their spiteful mind By base and personal assaults. 'Tis easy enough the reason to show. artificer skilled In producing of works of such wonderful fashion. when the gaunt Dromedary And Ostrich.-. The creature sold To a weak blockhead. And an old hurt. I have my money paid For trumpery vile. And they said The Donkey Colt Had cost the dolt But a mere song. That hidden lay Under the girt. Bells tinkle light As on he paced.Fables of Yriarte."--says one. Then take my advice and tell him this story.-."If blood and bone.At first go off-They find his withers With warts all rough. Who. In bitter humor. takes upon him to scorn?" Then up jumped sly Reynard and said. Beneath the saddle-. Nothing to say Of two great gashes. His mortified rancor he cannot control. The loss of your well-deserved laurels you fear. at great price. Till the Fox told the reason. THE PURCHASE OF THE ASS. Buy books. What the rest of us all are uniting to praise. "that this creature forlorn. and their wonder dispelled-. we know. The shears had traced On breast and flank. Their wondrous cocoon was a pitiful trifle.-. The showy gear And harness line To strip he goes." ***** Laborious Genius! when. Saddle and halter too Were both bran new. "How comes it. "This fuss was absurd. But an old Caterpillar. While friends admire His bargain rare." ***** Now faith. His cunning master. 19 A silken cocoon some one brought them to see. And on his shoulders. And. "On my soul.A gorgeous Ass. precious gull!"-. Your purchase shows. with care. so ugly. The beasts at each other looked round in amaze. Along the spine. From cruel lashes. who his spite could not stifle. Its admirers all ninnies. stung by the sneer Of the envious wretch who would rob you of glory. THE SILKWORM AND THE CATERPILLAR. In haste along The exulting buyer Drove home the beast. But are not worth a groat.In that same assembly arose a discussion Concerning the Silkworm. In trappings most complete-. He alone. At the very same time. that shine In bindings rich and rare.A Gypsy jockey. Neighbor. With tassels yellow Or red as rose. even the Mole." he coolly averred. "Ah. Muttered out of a corner.The hapless owner said."Donkey more dull A thousand fold Than this brute cull. Into a tumor Inveterate grown. . Besides the fellow Wore plumes and bows Of ribbons bright." Whereon. this queer affair I often note.As I was told. They examine--their plaudits are hearty and loud. Through Gypsy wile. With carving nice. Clean to the bone. FABLE XXXVI. though as blind as could be. Like musket balls. Concedes it to be a masterpiece proud. no welcome faults.His pride to feast. wretched worm. That the other brutes thought them both utterly crazed. "Let me inquire. Well it applies To friends of mine. In terms so unmeasured and extraordinary.
And forgotten ones rake from oblivion's gloom. who heard the remark. more likely than not. near the spot Where she hung in a balcony.An animal ugly and squat. you're making! Then the Ox answered. FABLE XXXVIII. take to himself our meaning. THE PORTRAIT.To drag to light. When unto him said our gay bird: "This matter amazes me quite. at his word." ***** A scribbler.A Savoyard. 20 As in a field the sturdy Ox was ploughing. for his low. He deemed that a dress of antiquity grim Would give to his limning the impress of eld. saw-." ***** Now let the captious critic that presumeth. That men give their money. A wandering clown. "Ah! what a crooked furrow. our critics bemoan. reproaches so unjust and futile.--"Sure. Living words they despise as a vulgar intrusion. THE MACAW AND THE MARMOT. the portrait to limn Of a certain rich man. for gold. the useful Ox reproaching. Of our own times a Painter--who jealousy felt That some portraits antique. A Grasshopper.-. and he heeds not A single failure. You never would perceive that this was crooked. of a day long bygone From the connoisseurs won both lauding and gelt-. from works of sterling merit. Which he lauded in high-sounding strain The creature. Hung his head. close by him. So essaying. one day. 'tis enough that you show Yourself to all comers. You may be. For a word of advice on such stupid conclusion. to see Such a comical creature as you. jostling in motley confusion. But for me. Some creature of value untold. for aught that I know. For well I serve my master. and went sneaking away Because. it was a Marmot. FABLE XXXIX. friend. Came out of his box into sight. THE OX AND THE GRASSHOPPER. shrilly sang out. If every other furrow were not drawn straight. Some petty blemish. He was kept by a printer in pay.-. A brilliantly-colored Macaw.Determined to make some antiques of his own. dirty work. defacing our tongue With phrases outlandish. The absurd little beast.Fables of Yriarte. Stop. we here must find room. When they freely may look upon me. He was showing--a penny to gain-. then. A spreading contagion. . in so much accomplished. But some fools have their notions of purity hung Upon obsolete terms superseding our own.Vain Grasshopper. in high estimate held. my little lady. In phrase like their own. Clad in plumage of exquisite hue. In two dialects. by Tomas de Iriarte FABLE XXXVII.
seeking rest. I pray. In which he will remain. Thinks oddity graceful. Why may we not laugh at the Author's devotion. Looked round them for an Inn. To give offence to neither Was their natural desire. The mountain's skirts within. . there is Who. And glittering gauds. Of the mansions twain.When the traits of the sitter. with such. and paint round my throat A cravat. "With these coin--or. But which no living man but a beadle would wear. Paint me like myself. could I chaffer my cheer to supply? "But sith. that was once brave and lordly.--'tis true.Quoth our limner. in trappings like these. in the house of either. to his gree--In a chest. would guess at my phiz. his form thus yclad with wonderment saw.-. and bright. comfort and good cheer within Its patron's trust requite. But. the huge palace.-. too. whilom. So. Coming to a little town. And my rapier. he a costume besprent That had figured. Having deftly depicted--with grave collar and band. Not one. devised-. to perfect content.These medals. He.-.--"when victuals I needed. Its broad front palatial.Though the face of the portrait showed dainty and braw. If it only were good in the time of the Cid? FABLE XL." ***** Hold. How. By such odd gear full sorely astounded. To his patron the work he carries with speed. Of pleasant temperature. and deem it so droll. for himself."-. If we laugh at the farcical notion Of this modern Painter. by Tomas de Iriarte 21 For a second Velasquez he counted to stand-. the host.And believes that no term by pure taste is forbid. To a house that stretched Around its ample courts. 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. Apartments one doth hire. its walls did screen. dark and dirty. Some old coins had been lying for centuries three. instead of that collar and band--Yon satin slashed doublet exchange for my coat. Was narrow. now. as stately and grand. current in country or town. Sculptured deep in stone. to quip him. But its rival." said the other. and clean. This antick his patron. THE TWO INNS.--and purity's self Considers his style. As you 've painted me. and the price I'll lay down In good money. "you've pranked me out there In a guise. Of the first of the Charles' and fifth Ferdinand. All light. Of two rival Inns. for that basket-hilt brand. I rede. I rather might say-. Each guest chooseth. His ideas who drapes in antiquity's stole.The Painter a guerdon to grant. as certes. And miserably cold. Each. as heir-loom from his ancestry prized.Fables of Yriarte.Who shocks us with phrases all mouldy with age. Two youthful travellers. with a thousand offers. One traveller resorts. when he darkens his page With expressions forgotten and laid on the shelf. in the city's whole compass. Less grand the other Inn Appeared unto the sight. Did the wayfarers accost. A quartered scutcheon shone Over the lofty gate. Take your picture again. With its architecture bold. Chambers. to market if I chance for to his. so I have paid you.
***** . But quite too common there--to shine. the Tea-plant coming.--"I'm bound.Within inclement garrets. THE CAT.Naught better knew what Puss did gabble on. From China. For some there are who pomp for merit take. once. of what's clear and simple. A Cat. Febrifuge.-.That with big terms professional resounded.--"Ah! what pangs mortiferous I must. And. I to your home am sent." Lizard." ***** This sarcasm some abatement may admit. And. Met with the Sage upon his way. Who will eternally be quoting Whole pages out of Tasso or Boileau.--"learned Signora Dropsical. may be made. His friend thus answer gives: "In like manner many a book Its reader's hopes deceives.That talked in lofty style. doth good service render.--"to China's market go.Fables of Yriarte. though he knew naught of this catalogue Of words so overwhelming and so curious.Seeking for vegetables salutiferous. styptic and prolific.--a pedant most rhetorical. With Sunflower leaves was stuffing out her maw. In special cases sometimes proves a blunder. his sad mistake. of the comment. Did a weary sojourn make. 22 Its inmate comfortless. magniloquent As any grave professor eloquent. Than if she spoke in tongue of Babylon. of wondrous skill To rid themselves of every ill. and sudorific. With tiled roof covered slightly. But gold and praises will profusely pour On foreign products. Honored the Cat with an eulogium glorious.-. There was. you know." "And I. They know all herbs medicinal--diuretic. emetic. application fit."--said Sage. Creatures there are. purgative. I am sure that I can Spaniards show.-.-. he saw. Now. mockery make. A worthless herb."--quoth Tea. at this bombastic speech astounded. By use of vegetable specific-. In literary borrowings. But. theoretic and empirical. too. THE LIZARD.--"whither roaming?" "For Europe.-. where for me they pay A generous price. But the ridiculous charlatan. For varying fancies are the soul of trade. Next day. in general. Cephalic. AND THE CRICKET. For what. Said to a Lizard. FABLE XLII. not comparable to thee. Swallow some essence of leaves heliotropical. Narcotic." FABLE XLI. to cure this turgidness hydropsical. while it slights its own. Where I am held in reverence profound For beverage or for medicine.Their sound construction organic Preserving by their lore botanic."--said the latter. Good luck attend you to my native shore! For never yet was any nation known. THE TEA-PLANT AND SAGE. I know now what's your essence heliotropical!" A silly Cricket heard the dialogue. And bewailed unto his comrade. In Europe no good fortune waits on me. and you to mine. Yet never think or care to know What language Garcilaso wrote in. by Tomas de Iriarte A portal tall and sightly. "Aha!"--said he. "Friend.
Fables of Yriarte. And challenged confident applause. Before the time appointed To electrify all hearts. Now get ye gone--and from my sight Forever banished be. that most Stopped up their ears. "'Tis plain that those confounded tenors. Took upon themselves the charge The music to provide. I say the Locust. he fairly spoils the whole. They organized an orchestra To make success secure. Singers. Their annoyance sought to hide. at once. To make his Royal Highness sport Upon his birth-day festival. That echoed far and wide. Devised. Two Hornets brisk the tenor try. And sprang the choir from out. When ye have heard my story. Each on his neighbor lays the blame.On your own shares. FABLE XLIV. that e'er ye dare Again to sing to me!" ***** Such. "No. And. to make up the melody." "The Hog. That understood their trade.Upon your mouthing verbiage dogmatical Reflects this polysyllabic apologue enigmatical. Sure I need not here repeat. While. In this outrageous pandemonium.-. Certain of the subject beasts Of the mighty Lion's court An entertainment musical. to him alone.--"on my soul.If the book should make its way Each arrogates the praise.-. In choosing actors competent. As if." "That speech becomes you very ill! Mind what you say!"--in accents shrill. by Tomas de Iriarte Lovers of phrases hyperbolical. THE CONCERT OF THE BEASTS. As often it doth happen. I'll only say. "The stupid Ass is out of tune Most shockingly. The Hornets. from deference to their host. Naught was said about the Nightingale. "That mars the harmony. much less accomplished But more self-satisfied.Two lusty Crickets treble sang.-. two or three. At length the choir the prelude Commenced within the hall." A squeaking Cricket cried. The day beware. Before the expectant multitude. Of Lark or Linnet no one thought. Of the Blackbird not a word.Adroit performers all-. . no!"--said Chucky.Though meaningless and inappropriate all. are the real sinners!" The Lion silenced the dispute: "Before the concert was begun Each puffed-up and conceited brute Was bragging loud--yea. every one. Exhausting all the dictionary's store Of giant-worded and bombastic lore. 23 Attention--noble auditory! While the rebeck I tune. With what delicious cadence And accent delicate The orchestra resounded. The honor of the harmony Produced by your melodious crew. Hog and Donkey grunted base. worse than all. At the barbarous dissonance. "No--'tis the treble. Frog saw. But. If not--the blame he lays On his comrade's wretched writing. were due. And pleasure to insure. Locust angrily replied. And be prepared with plaudits soon. Little wisdom was displayed. Out of all time and tune doth squall. When writers. FABLE XLIII. Frog and locust took their place To do up the contra-alto." Donkey brayed.-. And your incompetence betrayed-. Or the Canary-bird." said he. That no bravo's cheering shout Or glad applause awaited them. Now the experiment is made.--to grace the occasion gay. Their scanty wits uniting. Heaven grant to be The issue of the fray. by the wry faces. ye all are dumb. And turgid aphorisms diabolical. to avoid presumptuous shame. Each musician loudly vaunted How they would play their parts.
-. Which.Did to a cutler for a sword resort. His friend was in the dark. Degrading--shame upon her!-.-. The gestures of the mute He explained in language good. was dumb And deafer than a mole. We see infesting all the world of Letters? One. THE UNFORTUNATES.--sad disaster!-. from his birth. They. newly come to court. "I must here give up the task. Another clothes vile works in sounding words. by Tomas de Iriarte THE SWORD AND THE SPIT. as gallows e'er did cure. The cutler saw that. in wretched rivalry. with their works. famous writers fits-. But the schoolmaster will come And write it. Some trifle to arrange was set With a blind man. 24 Sheer. in his kitchen.Fables of Yriarte. A man who. Some luckless chance--who ever would have thought it?-. sharp and trusty. that would a modish life begin. accost A passing comrade of them both. in like way.-. for the case in hand. When. A certain stranger.To spit a hen. A Sword. And the blind man. as good as from the skilful hand Of famous smith Toledan ever fell. for friendly aid." The cripple then the compact To paper did transfer. The shock of many a combat did withstand. A contract it behoved Of the bargain to prepare. if you ask. for the time. The mute was messenger.-. The whole matter understood. one day. Then. An arrant knave. No matter what the blade might be--so sent His booby customer. away. takes an old and battered spit. There--like an useless thing--upon a pin Hung up. it ate itself away In useless rust.-.A precious blockhead. In this odd predicament. if the hilt could but inspection stand. The sword was but an idle ornament.What once had been a blade of proof and honor. he must have been. from his mouth. To close this curious scene And conference singular.Said the blind man. In turn. By order of the innkeeper. service long had done."--said the one-armed man--.-. with bad versions.--"hither come? Why.For the good sword of Thomas d'Ayala. and polishes. tempered well."A sword should ready be another day.At last." "How can a cripple lame.In such transactions miserably raw. and sharpens it. FABLE XLV.-. "Friends. And sells it to the unsuspecting clown. At auctions sold for paltry penny. her master. The blind and maimed man dictate. And brought them safe through dangers many. too.Thus turning noble swords to vulgar spits. We must go to him at home.-. he can hardly stir. .Into the kitchen took it. seeks to sell his spits for trusty swords. Though better fate it well deserved. cheek by jowl. The blind man spoke by signs Which the mute did plainly mark. into an inn's dark corner brought it. And. While this was going on within the inn. Who his right arm had lost.--sure.The innkeeper as great a blockhead."-. ***** With equal knavery and stupidity. May not we charge these vile translators Who.A clown." The rogue. then. he said his say. it several masters truly served. He cleans. until the maid.
Whereon he muttered to the rest. To hit off the plan devised By weak aspirants for glory. But. "Ah! in time he'll make a pretty bird.It might have been surmised That.Meat. a veteran.-. But. my lady Magpie Proceeded to produce. You see. I have two nice snug magazines. after furious din. ***** Were it not that in Alcarria. straggling waif. Who club their pens and brains Some wondrous work to try. Or expand them. And the old one around so sharply rattle.-. "What think you now.--"If you'll go With me unto my dwelling.-Two petty coins." ***** Let him that will in strife engage On any question literary. of such a hapless crew. I've some pretty things to show. to serve as food.And the residue in these I stow. Then the seraglio's vanquished lord. And there. Of a knife a shabby handle. friend Monkey? Don't you envy me my pelf? Upon my word. Then a hoop that ladies use. I eat at leisure. A Cock. And racy sweetmeats--I. lay by. You shall see them. that was well known As a champion brave and stout. These I contract at pleasure. Or chops. FABLE XLVII. A blade of broken scissors.-. an old colored garter. At last got up a very pretty battle.But what. A scrap of gauze and half a comb. the crafty Monkey. First.-. I've skill A thousand things to steal. "The fine old fellow!--surely it would be Unfair to thrash so old a chap as he." No more he dared himself to match With the young hero. Said a Magpie. now. Three pegs of a guitar. with a loud." . To her friend. by Tomas de Iriarte 25 For this purpose any two Were enough.--and even more. This very matter happened. sure you know. exultant crow. if you prefer. THE MONKEY AND THE MAGPIE.-. It took no less than four. FABLE XLVI. By their united pains." A shrewd grimace the Monkey made. For.-. Sweet nuts and tender filberts." So their course forthwith they bend To see the Magpie's treasure. when I please. Not that they all are worth a groat. A little while ago. THE COCKS. And to Magpie answered she: "This is all an idle story.Fables of Yriarte. That. foolish bird. But because it keeps them safe.With an endless lot of knick-knacks. And a Chicken but half grown Squabbled something about. a buckle. And your wealth mere trumpery. In which the chick such fight did show.-.Said. Look at my jaws.As a thousand gossips know. beneath them here. he is very young. Which would each alone defy.-. Old rags and wretched rubbish You. He claimed the honors of the field to win. but again With an old Cock he had a scratch. if you will. poor fellow. That good for nothing were.His rival out of hearing of his tongue. to me's unknown. In time of need. no other bird Is so wealthy as myself. Pay less attention to the age Than talents of his adversary. The battered tip of scabbard Worn out in ancient war.Who hardly left him plume or crest." Replied her friend: "I'll wait on you with pleasure. In your faithful chest you bury Every petty. dear gossip.-. And a little bit of candle. and whatever else is good. some one contrived the story.Of many fights.-.And. What I like. there safely to remain Till I shall hungry be again. Where I my hoard conceal In my chest.-.
but also like My mess of fish for dinner. the notes the organ's pipes that swell. who sing so sweetly and so well." The Gardener. Taste and profit to unite. Your imitators. all dry and withered. in turn.-. THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE SPARROW. till due supply For carp and tench was gone. His Master soon the mischief saw. And scolds the careless sinner. That he lets the plants go thirsty." replies the Nightingale. thus. My natural talent will by education thrive." ***** Though the maxim may be trite. "Booby! you need not water waste. you see. Nor yet deny--to save the fish-. Upon the parching ground. THE GARDENER AND HIS MASTER. will ever study most.Lay by the author's quill.Fables of Yriarte. Of the watering of his flowers The Gardener thought alone. "I marvel much. that such strange pains you take. I would not fail From it."Though it had learned of me." "Nevertheless. . instruction to derive.Unless you have the skill. I think. "The flowers I love. FABLE L. is good For those who make a show Of a medley incoherent. And drained it dry. good sir. It owes to imitation of your song. In the garden. And served to form a basin Where many fish were fed. FABLE XLIX.-. by Tomas de Iriarte ***** 26 Shall the Monkey's lecture shrewd To the Magpie only go? The advice. That carp and tench may swim. That you.A single flower to grace the dish. A Nightingale her voice one day was tuning In notes to match an organ's sonorous swell. The indignant owner found His flowers.-. FABLE XLVIII. That hours to study given are labor lost? Who wisest is. So reads his Master's whim. And leave me not a fish to taste. And thus. that by and by. Where no meaning is apparent. When by her cage a chattering Sparrow roaming Stopped--his surprise at her attempt to tell. your models make. A copious fountain played In a garden's flowery bed. And you will see the good results ere long. To imitate my native bursts it sought. shortly after. I wish my untutored strains to modify By the deep rules of science it has taught." ***** Has the caprice some learned fancy crossed. grown crusty. For sure.
But that. Near a lace-weaver. I should say. Now. But the luck is not bad. "Now. by Tomas de Iriarte THE TWO THRUSHES. with years grown gray. And a banquet rich enjoy. THE HUNTER AND HIS FERRET. so very much your own. 'tis great of course.On its luscious fruit to prey."Is this the fruit you puff? Who would think you were so raw? What puny.Fables of Yriarte. Note that--as here A simple thread doth precious gold transcend-. Learn how to live. Their morning flight to hold. If I am the judge. .So elegance and finish give That form to thought. lived A man who made silver and gold galloons. Is stranger. All day did I trudge. A Thrush. Hot enough. Three yards of your light lace are sold Than ten of mine. by which great works shall live. the more there is the worse. ***** It may not much surprise That young birds by chaff are caught. The pert young pilferer saw. FABLE LII. FABLE LI.-. Near by--to a neighbor He met in the way-. A Hunter turned home.How big and nice! I call That fruit. although.An unpractised youth and bold. For skill is known to all To be of greater worth than raw material. for bulk. Is not strange. If bad.-. is it not? If a good work. And wise as well as old. You work in gold. in a garden near.--my old lad. to regard the matter only. condescend." Reader." Said the grandsire. Well tired. THE LACE-MAKERS. Where a well-stocked vineyard lay-.-. it was a yellow calabash. "Come with me.-."And what fruit is there?"--"We'll see. my boy. 27 "Where may this vineyard be?"-. who would have believed. Will prove better than it all. His grandson asked one day.But fair business I've done.-. A single grape. and I in thread alone.The youngling answered coy. sir." ***** Let those. Neighbor. And. And better far than any here I know of. But we'll make a trial fair. bigger fruit enough. and exhausted With the heat of the sun. though wrought in heavy gold!" "That my articles exceed In value. Books should." When they reach the garden wall. And valued for their size. "A long tramp. "that. at style who sneer. indeed--no trash. even for more doubloons. be bought. I'll swear. indeed.He recounted the labor And spoils of the day. he shew Where thick the clusters grew." said he." As he spoke the words.With him to go straightway. by men reputed wise. The fledgling shouts--"Look there-. Since the break of the day I 've been out in the sun. But loaded with rabbits. withered stuff! Pooh! It isn't worth a straw.
were all the three. The livelong day to slumber! Is it not? Upon the honor of a Pig. A body might think. As may be very easily believed. said he. and knows not which to trust. In fact unnerves the mind and body both. The Steel the Flint abused Most bitterly one day. In the same yard. "To be with health and active vigor blest. in his turn.--some there are who never Think any doctrine sound. To the meek Lamb. Can you truly deny? These rabbits of yours.-. by each laid down. AND THE LAMB. In which his sides he bruised. One must sleep sparingly. the Flint without. But it did no such thing. In hot July. in a convenient sty. the Cock the Lamb addressed. He never guesses--simple little elf-. His master did hear-. a little Lamb there lived. or maxim clever. In my toils do you see. Who play the mean game-. with your leave. THE FLINT AND THE STEEL. I say and repeat it.-That I did the work. With the bright stars to watch. and stretch yourself at leisure. After some sharp remarks They parted company. Let the world wag. For such in farmers' yards we often see." said Flint." ***** .I should like to inquire. or frosty winter day. Just what yourself are worth. in this wretched world. To chip out the brilliant sparks." The Ferret's quick ear. For the unfeeling way. His sharp nose he poked Through its lattice of wire.No hunter in bagging The conies can beat it." The Lamb hears both. Soon after Piggy did his dissertation end. ***** So among authors. FABLE LIII. That. happy destiny. I say. "Good-by! Unless with me you 're used. In his box as he hung. my little friend. Of little worth you'll be!" "Not much.--"what a delightful lot! And what a peaceful.That the fine rule. That you never can make Some slight mention of me?" ***** That this cogent remark The master might sting.--"and yet. by Tomas de Iriarte Without too much bragging. Excepting such as they have hit upon. Yet breathe not their name. Lay a stout Pig--fat as an alderman. Sleep numbs our senses with a stupid sloth. Where a brisk Cock around at pleasure ran. Behind the court. too.-. there's no such pleasure.His own praise while he sung.Fables of Yriarte. As to snore merrily the time away. Or rules as good for others' guidance own. 28 He was cool as some writers.To borrow from others. THE PIG. Who caught them but I? So little desert."--the thrifty Pig. And the Steel cries out. THE COCK. FABLE LIV. is the true way. And good companions. is just That others ought to do what suits himself. "Now surely you joked." But. In a court-yard a poultry-house did lie. beyond a doubt. "Now.
by chance. trunks and cloaks. He pulls apart. and even of his life. pretend The faults of others' writings to amend."For. no fire we find Without the help of steel. That I should rob and slay a traveller-.A little writes and recapitulates-. Nor does Genius aught avail Without the aid of Art.On the highways I rob. for scrutiny. At the sharp point of murderous knife. And torn the reptile limb from limb. by argument of use. To them. without a fear. watches. fairly launched upon my wild career. To fresh dissection then himself betakes. FABLE LVI. In the flint. A Housemaid once was sweeping out a room With a worn-out and very dirty Broom. And coolly sets himself at work To anatomize the little wretches. Let each writer bear in mind. A Naturalist. exhausted with his labors. you 're making.While others yet turn up their noses. make such a stir. from earliest time I've been a rogue. 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. The other Lizard jumped and ran. Errors of speech or of expression low-. One wonders--questions one proposes-. I stole from other folks. . hang you for a Broom!"--said she in wrath-. THE HOUSEMAID AND THE BROOM. Who justify. In his old haunts. 29 A villain was by hands of justice caught. with the filth and shreds you leave behind Where'er you go. More dirt than you clean up upon your path. Who deep study has not joined To native powers. FABLE LV.He answered: "Sir. neck and eye: Then takes his pen--again he looks-. cruel as a Turk. A luckless wayfarer to rob. The loin and belly. practised in petty theft. the scientific man Gave o'er. THE JUDGE AND THE ROBBER. They both are sure to fail. With microscope he then inspected Intestines. to join his neighbors. devoid of skill. in friendly chat. and more.Nor of the matter make a charge so sore! I've done such things these forty years. he sought The Judge upbraids him with his crime-. Now--no compunction left-. Then. and tail. and skin. I houses sacked." ***** The botchers who. Some curious friends. dropped in to see The subject of his shrewd anatomy. Two Lizards in his garden catches. THE LIZARDS. FABLE LVII. When buckles. he stated The matters we have just related. "Now. Just as of cash. then. Long as they work apart.The memoranda enters in his books.Urging the long-lived blunders of the past Against the verdict by sound critics cast. This done." ***** Do we the bandit's wretched plea allow? Yet writers give no worthier excuse. paws.Fables of Yriarte. And swords. The plumpest now he has dissected. to my mind. Let not your worship. But leave them ten times fuller than before. by Tomas de Iriarte This little tale of ours.
Would stumble and blunder. Some four-footed creatures Assembled one day." He asks to come in. Of Lizards to make great account. consulted--and the hour Was three o'clock and just two minutes more. A knot of friends. invited to a feast. another. Thus he concluded all the disputation: "To quote opinion and authority Against the truth. With his skin-covered eyes. 'Tis honoring too much the matter. Sure." Now let each wiser man this reference take To foolish authors."For everything myself did see. Many opinions there may be--but only one is truth!" FABLE LIX. our high station Let us with dignity maintain."--said he. he blinded The eyes of the whole. Who came long after all the rest. Then. The rest of us came near an hour ago. friends. and must admit. Drew out his Watch. No single Watch agreed with any other. THE WATCHES." ***** It is not worth the while to natter The pride of writers we despise. that ten less than the last. For all can surely see.-." FABLE LVIII. Brimful of his tricks-. as I have said before. In the impartial public's eyes-. at each step.With a Fox. A Dog and a Monkey. At the game of the blind man Together to play. Now. I pray. And said. He. If."Whatever spiteful folks may say. Replied--"'Tis you are out of time. and. "Friend. THE MOLE AND OTHER ANIMALS. if any one can see The use--no point needs unsupported be. A Mole heard their frolic. clearly. The livelong day this man did spend Over the body of our friend. by Tomas de Iriarte 30 "You need not doubt it. Gives them occasion to surmise Their claims to be of some amount.One at the quarter stood. To condescend to criticize. holding it on high. Then quote--in order to make good their stand-. By luck. 'Tis two precisely--wherefore this abuse?" "Absurd!" they answered.Fables of Yriarte. The Monkey. It was. To call us vermin who shall dare? 'Tis gross abuse--as all must own. . He had in his head.--"Surely I For this fun am just fitted-.-. all was doubt and question and vexation. Sought for his tardiness to make excuse: And. by his comrades for a reason pressed. And a Squirrel--made six. Because of his hands He had better control. not I. But with our story we will now go on.Whatever spiteful folks may say. their entertainer chanced to be A great proficient in astronomy. I doubt not. forsooth. Some mischief.The first authority that comes to hand. At table sat--a loitering guest. who gross blunders make. we are worthy great consideration-. This fourteen more. noble brothers. Hare and Eat. Their paltry trash in serious way To note--your pains will never pay." "But"--said the loiterer--"what needs argue more? I trust my Watch. his Chronometer by observation Carefully set. at half. no wonder. The Mole. One made it six and thirty minutes past. The guests all round next eagerly began To pull their Watches out to test the fact.For all men like to prove their words exact.-. in us. your Watch is slow.I think I will try. The Monkey agreed. attributes so rare Are worth such pains in writing down.
To him it now fell: And who was there fitted To act it so well? 31 But. How this great staff bothers and wearies me. THE OIL-MERCHANT'S ASS. my comrades. prithee. Why should you wish my motions so to fetter? I lack not strength. can't do it better.--you'll find out This is not the last tumble you will catch. in the day's broad face. pray?" He's flat upon his back in half a minute! "At your best friend you grumble--silly wretch." ***** If a creature purblind Thus pretends he can see. THE OWL AND THE TOAD. like me?" Alas! how few of us authors live By the good advice the Owl doth give! All the nonsense we write."-."-.-. to get up a sham-.--"What are we doing? You've not blinded my eyes. it be dry as the dust. up there." "I have never set up for an elegant beau. is good--let us learn it It often would be much better to burn it."Poke out your head. my good sir. with accent merry.--it is all one thing. get printed we must. . "And for you. there's not one whit of trouble in it.-. Said he.--"Good master.Don't you think it would far better be. nor yet activity. THE ROPE-DANCER."What's coming now? What are you doing. Than modest owls in our own hollow tree. His Moleship was caught.-. For instance. As an unpractised urchin lessons took In dancing. I cannot see.Without much ado. Although. master. without the pole. The lesson.Answered the Owl to the Toad below. Handsome or ugly. But conspicuous toads we rather would be. "Holloa. Will hardly do for me--well I know. Look." As he says this.The youngster said. look. On slack or tight rope. Where he chanced to catch the curious eye Of a great Toad that was hopping by. Which you call balance-pole or counterpoise! In rope-dancing.-. what use one can devise For such a clumsy load. To be blind-man. he throws the pole away-.As well may be thought." FABLE LXI. whether you be. now--this step and posture--see If I. A red Owl was sitting quietly Up in his hole.--displaying your grace So jauntily now. by Tomas de Iriarte At the very first trial.With affected surprise.The master said.Spoke out the Toad.--"and if you choose to scout The aid of art and method.Fables of Yriarte. and let us see. Will the blockhead confess himself Stupid--think ye? FABLE LX. of a veteran of the ring. FABLE LXII. of course. to the world. "To attempt by daylight to make a great show.-. in a hollow tree. Sir Solitary!"-. If you hid in another hole.
"your clamor rude Disturbs our quiet neighborhood. talked and sipped again. from time to time. As days gone by--so generous.Bearing upon his back A huge skin filled with oil. Their notion termed exaggeration.-. Fare as ill. by my troth."Better than I. The occasion was. Enough--to settle the dispute-.--letting slip an oath. And never vex myself to ask. Worth no jot more this hour. Who glosing tales for cheatery use. but turning sour.A famous connoisseur and knowing. From Malaga unto Peralta. Their opponents' theory they abuse. so mellow and so fragrant.-. Occasionally. in times long past. In nothing changed. By age will mellow and refine. is it not a shame. No one is fitted. distinguish and to judge. With obstinacy. FABLE LXIV." ***** Many a learned bore Keeps up a constant bother. FABLE LXIII. my way Into my own stable cannot find.Poor Donkey did exclaim. by Tomas de Iriarte 32 Once on a time. A quarrel rose.Fables of Yriarte. But when 'tis good.And deserve no more. "Begone!" said he. If it be old or new. dear sir. I beg?"-. For want of one poor lamp?" ***** Much I fear. The bad.Mere trashy. refuse. By no such foolish question vexed."By jolly Bacchus.-. both long and loud.-. A well-stocked wine-cellar within. let them heed this story. The later wines were deemed the best. In any vintage. It will be washy still and crude.Though some despise for being new."That I. What's all this shocking fuss about.--but. In cask. I'll not grudge. that many tried Veterans their voices did combine. but that I've . stumbling. if they will Grow wiser. If mean it was. From Xeres' plains to Tudela. or earthen jar. When an old toper chanced to come-. That no such drinks our times supplied. who every day Carry tuns of oil. But. Once on a time. jug or skin. I drain the flask. To tell the right one from the wrong one. By certain vintages--yet may Tickle the palates of a future day. Of every kind. From Valdepeñas to Oporto. I use. too.-. The good. another. With foot o'er-worn by toil. you know. 'tis folly great To think that every cask of wine. From the Canary Isles to Malta. struck his nose The cruellest of blows Upon the door's projecting clamp. Hogshead or tub. So ripe. No such delicious.Among such worthies 'tis a strong one-."-. New wines. And ever do eschew.Modern alone. fine. One praising ancient lore-. good friends. the divine. To taste. Time cannot make the poor wine good. for choice of wine. Said he then. Which on its head bears ancient date. a noisy Frog Heard a Hen cackling near his bog. that those who glory In buying books they never read. your idle din. "Now. Where wine-bibbers--a goodly crowd-Tasted and argued."Nothing. I tell you now.-. in every shape.Which very safely may compare With any wines that ever grew. I take the jolly toper's text. there are.-. whate'er it is.-. Into his stable sought to pass. In the opinion of the rest. THE FROG AND THE HEN. THE CONNOISSEURS. More than if I were stone-blind. or bottle. Their wines I know--and many more. in its first hour. rude and flagrant. without a word. an Ass. So cease. Those you despise--although surpassed."-.An Oilman's hack. You see that I am from Navarre. Of either side the rabid hum The cellar filled to overflowing. luscious wine. And surely to lay down the law.Bad wine I hold in low repute. Than vinegar a century ago. idle declamation Picked up from interested Jews. I've tasted of the juice of grape.
they say."I must go out and look up some twelve thousand tomes. as rich. now.-. "It vexes me much. Whose fancy more cheerily chimes.--no matter for cost. To wind up the whole. that a house so complete. too.-. For this writing of fables demands That in verse our ideas should flow. As she always will be at odd times-. THE BEETLE. That. THE RICH MAN'S LIBRARY.For I want one paltry and low. by Tomas de Iriarte laid an egg.To this wealthy dolt.And the topic for somebody stands. he was too. as the flowers' beautiful queen With no coarse.To make it all perfect. That ten times as stupid. there was a rich man--and.-.He will ne'er eat the leaf of a rose. "how strange that the case To me never occurred. a single egg. Which would do very well. I say.Whose magnificent mansion made ample display Of furniture gorgeous and costly and new." "A single egg! and therefore such a rout?"-- 33 "Yes. Then." FABLE LXV.Fables of Yriarte. A Beetle contemptible. And so let him trick out his verse."--said the snob." said the other. neighbor Frog.-. said a neighbor one day.--an ornament great. by the way. though small. 'Pon my honor. as well as his talents allow. Just what he could have us to know. in the first place.So useful and elegant. Hold you your tongue! You do no good at all. some tasteless writers no keen Or delicate fancy can please. This astonishing taste he explains. filthy beetle agrees. By a sentence pithy and terse. Capacious. the owner he comes. and." The cases are done. Of said fable the hero I choose. Which not always are matched to our hands. we will busy ourselves. I'll supply the want soon. 'twill be a pretty good job.-. Are you so troubled. In Madrid. There is time enough yet. While." "To be sure. So. in buying some books. let him show. . Of this insect. With adornments according to taste."-. when I'm not put out To hear your croaking all the night and day? I boast that I have done some little good.--but for rhymes To-day my muse is too grave. I devote to the purpose the northern saloon. no time shall be lost. FABLE LXVI. For a fable a subject I have. Send a cabinet-maker to put up some shelves.-. well finished. But this moral conclusive rehearse. Inspects and approves: "And now."Should a Library lack. every one knows That--although from no filth he refrains-. Here the author should lavish his pains.
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