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