Fables of Yriarte, by Tomas de Iriarte


Fables of Yriarte, by Tomas de Iriarte
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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

Spake his calm voice above the broil. the whispering tone Of Wasp and Hornet. The mischievous Balm-cricket leapt From the tumultuous throng. With reverence the most profound His long proboscis swept the ground. The wriggling Caterpillar crept His sneaking way along. all around. The Fox kept silence shrewd. working sore vexation. and the Dove. in far-off land. The obedient Horse. The Monkey. While. Mocked. Opening their lank jaws' bloody gulf. What he thought and felt. . His vile abuse. A thousand vicious actions quoted. This truth important let him heed: That to all nations--not to any one-. The Bee. A murmuring echo gave.Who feels the censure linger Must sup on his own bread. Ever faithful to her love. Long years ago. not at all.-. among the crowd. well learned by heart. THE SILKWORM AND SPIDER. 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. But. Idleness. Who not. FABLE I. The Locust spread his clanging wing. to say In language all could understand-. He then discharged the censor's part-. too. FABLE II.The sagacious Elephant observed Among these creatures many a failing. Accepting. Let him who winces put them on. with grimaces rude. The Weasel arched his spiteful back. The world has shown alike The faults at which they strike In each revolving week. Which strenuous reform deserved. of the audience.Fables of Yriarte. with due reverence. His greedy conscience felt the sting. In careful phrase. 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. The dictates of his generous sense. 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. His strictures on their ways to hear. sauciest of the pack. He called them all. Fly and Drone.A thousand silly foibles noted. from far and near."These censures I apply. frugal and provident."-. The guileless Lamb and thrifty Ant. The stately Elephant looked down Upon the vexed turmoil: "To each and all and yet to none. THE LIZARD. When every brute beast had a way. His sound and noble counsel stirs The hearts of many listeners. And gross abuses. The venomous Serpent hissed aloud. a part not small Declared that their offended pride Such language plain could not abide. they speak." ***** Whoever may my fables read. procrastination. The arrogance of ignorance. the Linnet shy. Envy. prevailing. THE DROMEDARY. Not they--no. And the simple Butterfly. Ostentatious insolence.And to all times. The Tiger and rapacious Wolf. Then--since the warning finger Points at no destined head-. 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. hear quietly. The trusty Setter. Against the adviser rave.

Mark well the moral of my verse! That's bad which worthy judges blame.Though lazy and stupid as well they could be-. By a sense of their bad reputation molested. No other expedient well could they see. their hand.--"Bravo! nobly done! A better dancer. early. sure am I. is worse. inexperienced crew. To wash of their sloth the sad stigma away. . indeed. Now. FABLE III. It must be miserable." He spoke." said the Monkey. anxious to excel. The workmen. can you deny?" A jolly Pig was standing by. What costs small labor is of smaller value. by Tomas de Iriarte At his cocoon a busy Silkworm labored." Said Bruin. not bulk.Than to try. THE DRONES AND THE BEE. But Bruin thoughtful stood." ***** Let those who boast their numerous vapid volumes. Was never seen beneath the sun." "Ill. But the labor proved very distasteful. What bad applaud. friend? Prithee tell. They began to be doubtful if they should succeed Very well in attaining the object in view. indeed. "How do I dance. mid-day will see the job completed. a rude. And shouted. By showing off his awkward prancing. who seek a noble fame. And various measures each idler suggested. 5 A Piedmontese a Bear had taught Upon two legs the art of dancing. by your delight. Just see how fine and beautiful it is. the master sought. Before the Monkey showed his skill. "with a jealous eye. And soberly the grunter eyed.Fables of Yriarte. In silly exultation tasks comparing: "What think you of my web. Now. And now. THE BEAR. with laugh malicious. To his loud praise he thus replied: "When Monkey did my dancing slight I did not much the censure heed. But now I see. too!" Coolly replied the precious fabric's workman: "'T is true--your labor tells us its own story. thus bespoke him. good Master Silkworm? This very morning I began it." ***** Authors. who with all her might was spinning Hard by. In the eyes of all animals better to stand-. The Drones in grave council assembled one day. And know the step. THE MONKEY AND THE HOG." "I am afraid you look on me. A Spider. "very ill. Know that 'tis quality. at the making of honey. At last. that I move quite gracefully. that's precious. in sad and humble mood. Bruin. To earn their bread. FABLE IV.

with much self-satisfaction they stop. THE TWO PARROTS AND THE MAGPIE. The story ran: That it was a Monkey skilful In thousand tricks. That authentic author. On hands and feet alternate spun in circles. "Is this all you can do? Of the honey I make. By spots and marks. With hearty roar of laughter. Father Valdecebro.-. each beast minutely painting.-. one day. FABLE VI. A Magpie shouted out At the folly of the lout. But a Bee said in scorn. A dame from St. Domingo Brought with her Parrots twain. Till the gallery where their cages hung Discordant was as Babylon. But new merit rather chooses In this hotchpotch to discover-." quoth Magpie. there are.Exulting that he thus can vary The range of his vocabulary." ***** How many there are.In his eighth book. I ask. exhibited the sword-dance.A notable Bee of a neighboring hive. THE SHOWMAN'S MONKEY AND HIS MASTER. not one single drop Would I give for the fuss of your beggarly crew. With their own language not content. in style so fanciful and turgid. With pomp and with honor they lauded her name. In mongrel French. everywhere. in the end. Made desperate leaps. First he played dead man. who their emptiness mask. or ninth.And the Frenchman kept not long The phrases he had borrowed From less fashionable tongue. Half owns the flag of Spain. Now this island is half Gallic.Relates the story of a famous Monkey. Last. in absence of his master. in two different languages. no soul could tell If it were one or 't other. Thus. did they ever. Panegyrics immortal they buzzed to her fame. Of all her companions the model and pride."You are nothing but a Purist. From balcony across the way. Danced on the rope with somerset and shuffle. The Parrot answered pertly. By interring in state an old Bee that had died-. Like the Parrots. then. like Harlequin. The other still refuses His jargon to give over. 6 This done. . By quoting wise words from the lips of the dead! But with all their pretence.-. The Parrots talked amain. While the Spanish bird changed nigh each word For the idiom of Gaul. in sooth. by Tomas de Iriarte To get rid of their trouble they fain would contrive. Would a mongrel tongue invent. As with argument conclusive. curtly. About the Unicorn astounding marvels."--? "Thanks for the compliment. For the whitest of wax and honey so bland. brilliant and grand. Their mistress parts the babblers-. He eagerly begged after The scrapings of the pot. Soon the French and the Castilian They mixed up in such a bother That.-.In his veracious Natural History. Produce any such from their own shallow head? FABLE V. Of taste foolishly exclusive.--which I've forgotten.To witness all his entertaining juggles. And told. In funeral obsequies. Who exercised his warm imagination. To ask some beasts--his own especial cronies-. The French Parrot from the Spaniard Took a contribution small.Fables of Yriarte. ***** Many men. who served a puppet showman: That thought one day. And to the fabulous Phoenix gave full credence.

Throughout the whole parish. by strokes three or four. THE ASS AND THE FLUTE. And for a wise animal safely may pass. "What is the use of all your endless gabble. Your brains are dark as the unlighted lanthorn. ye deep and subtile writers.--since the evening Had now set in. And. better yet than any.The said little bell should be rung--it was voted. in a general way. then we know he's an ass. for none could see the brilliant wonders Which Monkey was so volubly announcing.--what was going on at once perceiving. 7 In a certain cathedral a huge bell there hung. From side to side he shoved the painted glasses. and soon arose suspicion That these proceedings were but empty humbug. With these and other tricks he long amused them. By chance. And a poor little church. that in it was swinging. That you hardly would call it a belfry at all. There a little cracked cow-bell. That only on solemn occasions was rung. FABLE VIII. ***** Of true merit and excellence. nor yet the audience wearied.-. most of all. were heard--never more. said to Monkey. the place to supply. Indeed.Fables of Yriarte. The chamber was all darkened.--as is showman's custom. Be it good or bad. For this stately reserve and its wonderful weight. In the district the city held under its sway. If one opens his mouth. By this cunning device. This little lay To me occurred to-day. entering unexpected. in grave cadence. By grave airs and long faces. Who boast to be beyond our comprehensions. that loomed up o'er the town. He fixed attention. And think that their wisdom is surely inferred From their seldom vouchsafing to utter a word. gun on shoulder. For the poor little neighborhood did all the ringing.-. Now and then. Its tinkle soon passed for a bell of great size. When. By chance. by preliminary explanation. as is usual. You fool. That briefly and seldom--on festivals noted-. But the spectators strained their eyes attentive In vain. Its echoes majestic. it is true. Each scene loquaciously. in their rustical eyes. . if you forget to light your lanthorn?" ***** Pardon my hint. Now that this little belfry might ape in renown The cathedral's huge tower. many men try.Behind the lanthorn being duly stationed. Asses may not be known if they never should bray. When Master Pedro. The Monkey. with a belfry so small. as he had seen his master.Half laughing and half angry. All were perplexed. But. explaining. the while. Through a field in our village A wandering ass One day did pass. by Tomas de Iriarte did the Prussian manual. its glory was great.-. FABLE VII. a hamlet there lay. was disconcerted. Of a few wretched rustics. THE CATHEDRAL BELL AND THE LITTLE BELL.An exhibition with the magic lanthorn He now would give.

But. That might with many pass for idle lies. I shall try. yes. By chance. Of small account and easy always deem it. A Wall-flower spoke. a sample. O. And since.--"Now. I grant it. To all her statements still the Flea demurred.Fables of Yriarte.-.-. Without a wall to climb by. By chance.-. I pity you. There a flute he found. A curious affectation some put on Of knowing everything they chance upon. THE ANT AND THE FLEA. All right. Ready almost to jump out of her skin.A Thyme-plant growing in a neighboring bed. by her labor. As he stopped to smell it-. in such grand fashion." ***** . too. Who. But without help I grow. Give us yourself. 8 The Ant was once relating to the Flea The wholesome lesson of her industry.This donkey grave-. to show them up in rhyme.Yet could not contradict a single word-. replied the Flea: "Pooh. However new or excellent it be. With other instances of enterprise. by Tomas de Iriarte Left by a careless swain. for once. with what care and pains She gathers up the scattered grains for food. my friend. FABLE IX. By chance. And the flute began to play. How builds the ant-hills. if they chose to try? But. if you try. To go with me. By chance. nonsense! Think you thus to puzzle me? Who couldn't. If 't were not every day before our eyes. May. by way of good example. Sure as I live.". condescend. Forgotten on the ground. "How well I can play! Who will say me nay? By chance. There's better and there worse." "Dear friend. Whatever matter they may hear or see. In the flower language."--and lightly leaped away." With such evasions. I think so. Into the flute his breath Happened to find its way. so I see! 'T is plain. I understand. I own. How. you assume All this so mighty easy to be done. for their foolish pertness. "Oho!" said the wise beast. myself. Of course. If I should waste on them a whole day's time. And never worthy of their praise esteem it. FABLE X.With talk like this: "Ah. Scarce a hand's breadth above the ground you've grown. Unto the Flea she answered. And how all labor for the common good. her support she gains. even a hand's breadth high.I've an engagement now.--as I have somewhere read. certainly. This sort of folks I cannot let go by.A snort he gave. scornfully addressing: "Heaven help you. I beg you. stay. Of your own great abilities. Another day We'll think of it. well play a part. without one jot of art. undoubtedly. 'tis true. THE WALL-FLOWER AND THE THYME. Thyme! 'Tis really distressing! Though the most fragrant of all plants. ***** There are donkeys plenty." With impudence unmoved. That cannot rise. patience growing thin. that I'm of humble height.

arrogate an author's fame. for his pains.--this response I quote.-. by clinging to the name Of others.Most happy thought!--and still another. ***** Ye who. delicious condiments That luxury.By adding to a work.Because the stranger taught no other way. FABLE XII. and now with sugar sweet. All had their day--the last was still the best. I say. Out of his burrow. Or a short preface. Into the copse In terror flew. an artiste shouts. And now boiled up with milk. THE EGGS. But how shall I be able to rehearse All of the new. Till. from time to time. A comrade sprung. But a grave senior thus. By villain hounds I'm hunted down.-."They're curs. Toy with trifles.-." "I see them yonder Through the furze. A Rabbit. if so You understand that there they had no hens. But that's of little consequence. And showed them eggs cooked à la Huguenot. These countless prodigies of gastric skill-. hey! Then so Is my grandmother! You do not know The one from t' other."-. But they 're not hounds. invents? Soft. "I have it now. FABLE XI. now."What then?"--"They're curs. at last they tickle Their palates fanciful with eggs in pickle." "Curs."They're hounds. if you will.--they say. perchance a note. O! what boundless honors. hard and dropped.--ye 're all a pack of louts!-. And.Sagacious man!--of having his eggs fried. whose name I do not know. what's the matter?" "The matter? Zounds! I'm fairly blown. After a while. one day. a traveller. spiced. the eggs they eat. Fast they increased as any one could wish. good sir. Who ever thought eggs were so delicate! Next.Fables of Yriarte. carried some poultry there. "what an ingenious feat!" But scarce a year went by. Successive cooks thus proved their skill diverse.-. And both of them Eat up alive. Take our warning. in preserves." And the whole island thought the mode so good. important Matters scorning. But that a stranger. Another dish the gaping natives taught. to have them baked devised. addressed The epicures: "Boast." "Stupid! they 're naught But mongrel cur. whom Two Dogs pursue.But blessings on the man who brought the hens!" ***** . who. ninnies. THE RABBITS AND THE DOGS. Until fresh eggs became the common dish. wandering out that way. At the clatter."-. That they would so have cooked them to this day. In sherbet. by Tomas de Iriarte For writers. 9 Beyond the sunny Philippines An island lies." While they dispute The dogs arrive."Friend.With nice tomatoes all my eggs are stewed. His fruitful and inventive fancy gains! Another. by a happy chance. some one gave his friends an omelette: "Ah!" all exclaimed. But all the natives ate them boiled."-. At last the experiment by one was tried-.

FABLE XIV. I. it hath no bound Water. when spring comes about. luxuriant and smooth-. my child. serve the turn. all pith and emptiness. in turn.Fables of Yriarte. On the borders of a pond Stood a Duck. earth or air within. too. Upon a table. THE MUFF." now said the thoughtful mother. The Pot unto the Kettle spoke. together lay A Muff. look.But in something to excel. once. When heat declines in summer's glowing urn. For my life. And the rough winds the canebrake rent asunder-. And hissing said. And to his two companions thus began: "Now pretty articles are not ye both! You. a broader part to play. in idle sloth In a dark corner must forgotten dwell. Long with its mother chatted of the leaves.Within." FABLE XV. The Umbrella silence broke. and a Fan. and verdure so amazing. On Tagus' banks. the Trout Will beat you out and out: You with neither can compare. "Without. AND THE UMBRELLA. forsooth!" ***** If our good Frog some poets' works had read. . Fan. Can you make good your brag: In the water." A cunning Snake stood by. A little Tadpole. "Come. Muff. Learn now. THE FAN. discoursing thus: "Nature to me is generous All creatures else beyond. Again. as Umbrella. I can fly or I can swim. in a former day. in artless wonder. To serve but for a single use May also be without excuse. And heard the vaunting strain. THE DUCK AND THE SNAKE. Umbrella. Of the huge stalks. When a-weary of the ground. But now the air with the fierce tempest heaves. Perchance. That it is not wisdom's end In all things to pretend. so strong.A broken cane into the stream fell over. And cold winds take your office quite away. THE FROG AND THE TADPOLE. In dialect such as.-.In seeking everything to know. You. 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. To shield the head from rains of wintry skies." ***** The wise man knoweth well. from me. FABLE XIII. of them she might the same have said. on a canebrake gazing. "How vain To hold yourself so high! Not on land with the fleet Stag. an useless thing become. If some absurd presumption show-. like praise I earn When summer's ardent rays the Parasol defies. in winter serve your purpose well. Or swift Falcon in the air. But.

"Keep silence. THE LINNET AND THE SWAN. And many a kind. What. With hand and foot We'll try you yet.Here sprawling flat. But each away with his own offspring flew. at her request. Long while and patiently she sat upon them. THE BUSTARD.-. But the false jade Now slacks her pace. Upon her belly Down she flounders. or skill or genius. "What insolence is this!" continued he. noisy little one.Bring out your fledglings. that empty reputation.All other voice by silent wonder shackled-. Though some proved addled. Which boasts far greater fame than mine." The Linnet still maintained her joyous trill. Compares with mine in melody. "It almost tempts myself to sing. And bites and squeals. Pigeon and the Kite. in her foolish pate. THE HACK MULE. of course. our feathered tribes among. "This. That her rider Scarcely was able With rein to guide her. You devil's pet. Without. was found among them. we'll soon discover. Should. A Hack Mule pushed With speed so frantic Forth from her stable. In vain bestowed. cheat the expectation! FABLE XVIII. Ye. ***** Not strange. Full fed and antic. at foundation. What a curvette! She jumps and reels. the rest With a fine brood of nurslings filled the nest. you know." "Would you might sing!" replied the little bird. To admire her progeny. "See how this tiny warbler taunteth me! Naught but my great consideration Prevents your well-deserved humiliation. Vexed with her young ones' awkward flight. no? Then taps Of this light rod Or harder raps From pointed goad. yet.Fables of Yriarte. as yet. hath ever heard. in time. By the display of my superior skill. And left poor Bustard with an empty nest. Let us see them fly! Then. I find. And sundry birds of easy flight.-. 11 For this end many an egg she stole From Partridge. although No voice. so rare and new. A murrain foul Seize on your soul! Amen to that! . by Tomas de Iriarte FABLE XVI. What trouble now? Go on! Perhaps The spur will do." Unto a Linnet said the Swan. FABLE XVII.Should listen to that harmony divine." resounds the cry How much belongs to you. A host of birds collects." Kashly the Swan essayed--but only cackled. Though none of us. How! out of wind! With ready heels She kicks behind. Purposed to raise a brood more light. upon trial. Even though 't were illegitimate. "With boundless curiosity we all-. Both are. Half our journey Not long will bide her In such a race. And in her nest mixed up the whole. and this is mine. who the ideas of other men brood over. The sluggish Bustard.

"Beware! Good friend. who hope like pleasure to derive. ***** Just so. my monotone?" The Cuckoo straight rejoined. I now the pleasure reap Of seeing. through my own aid. THE BEE AND THE CUCKOO. Aught else is tedious waste. thus consoled. by Tomas de Iriarte ***** The Mule. And. A Goat. who.When shall you taste it? Not while you're alive.-. as reward. THE GOAT AND THE HORSE. And. My fright is over and the pain is gone. To the sweet echoes of a violin. Is not the mule for me. If. "So. So monotonous as thou. he dies. across the strings concordant. pray have a care Of this mule's predicament.Fables of Yriarte. I find. in sympathetic measure. in the self-same way. the while. Harmonious. Who pastured. Except. Always ringing in my ears. and answered thus: "Never are heard these sounds harmonious. THE RAT AND THE CAT. in mute delight. for myself. "With my labor interferes That unpleasant voice of thine. whene'er I see That any author vapors Too much of his intent. If we no invention find. But in a work designed To gratify the taste. . for myself. FABLE XX. And. You make a hundred as each one. and. For you." This was the Bee's reply: "A work of usefulness May lack variety. to gain celebrity. that work begins With such capers.Blest thought!--such sonorous strains may rise from mine. It is cuckoo all day long.At once. If I nothing new can say. These words he spoke: 12 "Now. forgot his food. And nothing but cuckoo!" "Wearies you. And. In thy waxen cells. one shape alone. of these strings you hear the harmony." said the Bee." FABLE XIX. with me. in song. Know that they are the entrails of a Goat. Throughout his life. And be valued none the less." FABLE XXI. His feet. too." The good Hack turned himself. in like mood Absorbed. Cuckoo. in vain a wretched writer tries. I trust some future time-.-. Nothing new by you is done. long stood listening. There is no bird. I say. sweep The hairs that from my tail were drawn. to an honest Nag. To better judgment of posterity He leaves his work. "Stop. the honors paid To the sweet instrument. in times past. Danced all unconsciously for pleasure.

Being mine. when safe out of sight. With his subtile invention."-. and I ween you'll not fail. learned man. I love and respect the generous Hound. For. as. to attack it with tooth and with nail. might answer back. in angry spite. Now what say you. eying him curiously. my good sir. For living men. that will wait to make attack On authors till their victims are--alack!-. my reader? "The fable is one Which delights and instructs. Esop had.--XXIII. when. the evening's sun had set Below the horizon long ago. as I have it at hand. a way of his own. Turning reluctant back. Recounting how a wandering Owl. once a little lay My old grandmother sang to me. They retract. our Owl she met A Lamp or Lanthorn in the passage set-.Because I dare their meanness to disclose.-.I'm wrong--by day it could not be. that I here expose-. By coward critics. Into a convent chanced to make her way. AND THE DOGS AND THE RAGMAN. "It is plain." said a Rat. on some other night. I vow. "No distinction more lovely and noble is found Than fidelity. Their portrait they shall see In yet another fable ere I close. barking furiously As Cerberus." ***** Denounced though I may be." Ah! but look. on my soul. Lamp! with what unspeakable delight I'd suck the oil all out of you this night." A Cat answered. Vile critics.If I should find you.-. I shall be ready quite To make a feast. hey? I don't like it at all.--"Ah. when it lights on an enemy's brow. hard by: "This quality fine I assure you is also a merit of mine. two Dogs. indeed! Then the fable is thine?" Yes it is. Into our own language I now will translate. Thus spoke she out her mind: "Ah.Fables of Yriarte. at the mouth of his hole. by Tomas de Iriarte 13 At telling of rabies old Esop was grand. A Ragman stood. he coolly did call: "You boast of it.Of the whole. one day. his wisdom so great. Just poking his nose out.All safe and quiet in their graves. Therefore it is. from this noddle of mine It all came. without doubt. THE OWL AND LAMP. FABLE XXII. As is their wont--howled savagely. and. To this same purpose. With vagabondish man.Which of the two I do not know."Ah! what's that?" said the Rat. But that my eyes you blind! But if I cannot now. Your friend Esop wrote never a line-. then. in these things. There is a set of dastard knaves. they know. Unlighted. It is perfectly done. ***** Beating an old dust pan. as she flew along." ***** The honor which many would freely allow. Now. Since you are such a blaze of dazzling light. And a story of his. in terrible fright He sprang to his hole. .

What a warm coat my skin in winter yields! It shelters many a man from cold and wetting. Desired himself the mystery to learn. as accomplished as. in darkness. From living dogs the conscious rogue will run. I'll be bound. My fat for hurts a sovereign remedy-. A plain quadruped I. now and then.-. She wanders alone. Faith. He the great art of speech began To the Magpie to teach. To her birdship she clings." said the Lion. some good you chance to do. in his turn. PARROT AND MAGPIE. my verse Allots the Wolf's foul character and curse. Moreover. And no beak. The Eagle and Lion Held solemn debate. "Let the wretch alone." Thenceforward. such line accent thought To have attained. I'm no subject of yours. I am not so. EAGLE AND BAT. who heard a Parrot talking-." The Shepherd answered: "Animal perverse! Upon thy head be Heaven's eternal curse! On endless mischief bent--no thanks to you If. "No more shall she come.--for he is one Who from dead dogs will strip the reeking skin To sell for bread."Let that be her doom. and turned his pupil out A scholar. THE WOLF AND THE SHEPHERD." "In my realm. THE LION. by Tomas de Iriarte To them a tall Greyhound Said." ***** To many books.Fables of Yriarte. in these our days. But says. No honor can you win On him--for." FABLE XXIV. Are those who will poor copies and translations scan For models--Blunder shocking! FABLE XXV. 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. No Bird and no Beast Such companion will own. when she chooses Our laws to defy. that. she slanders The Beasts of your reign. Showing her wings. . from sting of flea it shields. on my head? With my vassals. rather than of his instructor."Nor in mine.As proof irrefragable. And other insects vile your couch besetting.Of him. You think me a bad fellow. Against the withering blight of evil eye My claws will screen you--counter charm secure. THE THRUSH. too. I'm sure. man. And."-.The uses of my teeth you know." said the Eagle-. The Wolf a Shepherd blandly once addressed: "Friend--let me say I really do not know Why you will view me always as a pest. FABLE XXVI. When among you she wanders. in one lesson. Of the Birds will complain. Would you call me a Bird? A sad blunder you've made! For I wear a broad snout. no doubt. 14 A Thrush.

A Monkey tricked herself. Which I cannot call to mind. though he wear the student's Will still a blockhead be. Forest. She dragged her wearied train. So the leader new set forth With all her subject host. THE ASS AND HIS MASTER.-. indeed: Try it with generous fare--'t will scorn the other." With vile pretence. And never fails to praise.Replies: "Just what you choose to give.-. She through the window sprang Upon a roof that lay Below.--. They learned a lesson bitter-. Think you I nothing like but straw? Then make The experiment. Deserts. Seeing herself so gay. Through his life. then took her way Unto the far-off land of Tetuan. THE MONKEY. I take. rivers and morasses. That to her should be confided. in such excursion It should be his luck to join-. As ruler of the horde. Take care lest ye prove In both--but a dunce! FABLE XXVII. The scurrilous author thus his trash excused. And. And neither can I guess. she lost. . who seek To be two things at once. if not so fine. by Tomas de Iriarte Bats of authors. The Ass--his quiet mood by insult heated-. Wisdom and wit to match The splendors of her dress. For else. As to all. A Donkey's master said unto his beast. A poet shrewd.Which doth the truth unravel Whither she did travel. Here our fine lady found A jolly Monkey crew. While doling out to him his lock of straw. And each exhausted rover Decided--if again. 15 A Monkey.Fables of Yriarte." ***** Ye caterers for the public. From toil and from vexation. not alone her road. "Here. Bring corn. "On good and bad an equal value sets The stupid mob.That he would choose a captain More skilled. Which to discover must have cost a world of care But the author does not say. By general accord. or by the way Of the Isthmus of Suez: All that we know is. From me the worst it gets. If by ship. Will a Monkey still remain. Homage to pay they press. And so say I again. and ridge. To the brainless little wretch. Master unjust! but not because I choose it. Who. far this side of Tetuan. In dress of gaudy hues. So says an ancient proverb. Indignant. Over mountain. moor and valley. FABLE XXVIII.For the book is very rare.That fine clothing is not wisdom. I hardly see How Monkey could or cloth or tailor find find-. Not all things gold that glitter. When the day's work was over They could scarcely move a limb. take it--since such diet suits your taste. And much good may it do your vulgar maw!" Often the slighting speech the man repeated. And forthwith it was decided. hearing the lame defence. And readily allowed. thus exposed the argument abused. it clearly will appear.Yet so the story goes--but never mind. hence take heed How your defaults by false excuse you cover! Fed upon straw--straw it may eat. A meditated foray Far and wide about the land. Now the naked Monkeys crowd An admiring glance to snatch. The proverb don't say this. But there a history is.But naked every one: As no other style they knew In the land of Tetuan. clothed in silk.For Monkeys there abound. A stock of food to gather To feed the hungry band. We many a Monkey see. and see if I refuse it. that she certainly went there.-. Such as harlequin would choose. But her wits as well. and plain. Who listen to our fable here. But I rather think the elf From her master got her finery. ***** Now.

They throw me out a bone. I shall better rations earn. nothing less. He cried." ***** Now hear the Mule sagacious! Wisely. A turnspit strength would lack For the task to which you aspire. With steps on outer rim. In vain the Cat watched for him night and day. he counsels thus. in his turn. "To the spit and kitchen fire I advise you to go back.Who on naught else his hunger would assuage But prose and verse of many a learned page. And. A contrivance shrewd has seen. 'T isn't turning the old spit. .--a devil of a fellow.--"What have we here? By this it would appear Here. Till he found.-. Turns it beneath his feet. but pump Water. they're roasting meat. but up I'll jump. But with whole pages nightly he made way. As his eyes he on it set.Here the laborer at the well Interrupted. Wearily. The rascal gnawed. as the manuscripts the accursed beast Had eaten once before. And. In inn or convent kitchen. in a field. How idly doth an author yearn To undertake. In study of a scholar. Ah! pretty heavy. And one Horatius Flaccus This same matter does discuss. by Tomas de Iriarte FABLE XXIX. FABLE XXX. Thus expressed his discontent: "Hard work and paltry pay! Here I may climb and sweat. Turning the spit about. which a Mule kept moving. The reader oft. Nor in the hated town. Where a Dog. Ever prepared for rats or mice. He slily off did steal. THE AUTHOR AND THE RAT. ceaseless clambering.His works of eloquence and poesy." The first chance of flight improving. sure." "No meat I roast. try a pull. now. when my task is done. too.While they eat all the meat. Of cunning traps no shrewd device. A Dog." replied the Mule. no doubt. where he must fail! The little Dog cannot avail The huge well-wheel to turn."Let me. Nor any other bait or mixture. Her paws she ne'er could put upon a whisker. For learned scrolls could cure his predilection.-. 16 A wheel of wood is it. THE TURNSPIT AND THE MULE OF THE WELL.Fables of Yriarte. a wheel Of a well."-. No arsenic hid in sweet confection. And more respect compel. sage and mellow. What then? I will not shirk. In the house I will not stay. In such wheel. Day passes after day. What our poor Author furnished to the presses. There dwelt a Rat.-. who every day. is it? Something harder I must work. performed his stint. wearily on.-. I'm light. moreover. made he Of printed page still more luxurious feast.

or. I am active. THE SQUIRREL AND THE HORSE. established in fame. beneath invective froward. Silence to keep. the pride of our day!" ***** Thus a volume of nonsense. yet regular. FABLE XXXII. thus relieved. what hard luck is mine!" the Author cried.Fables of Yriarte. who gnaws too freely. My master to serve.-. 'Tis eaten by the animal perverse. Blank paper now I'll keep within my drawers. "Happy receipt which mischief sure requites!" Sarcastic said the Poet. "Huzza for the taste and the rule Of the master of fashion. Grace and lightness-. A famous gallant. I am a fool. So swift.Docile to spur and rein. The world will devour." ***** On puerile trifles of the day. Corrosive sublimate. And in grave tone. At his wit's end. And quickly ends his sport. without stop or stint. Into his ink he pours. Should write him in corrosive sublimate. I am sprightly. . Watching awhile his motions. And thus the Squirrel's part they play. Who silver and gold like water would waste. All this no useful purpose speaks.Such I've often seen before." ***** Be moderate.--a noble sorrel. Turns and twists. This mischief must be stayed. Some time and talents throw away. by this frivolous whim. Before a little Squirrel Went dashing round a plain.-. Argues an author either dunce or coward. so brilliant and gay!" Said the lady. In pure white paper. Just such gambols I can do. In order to show. have a care Lest his malicious insult prove a snare. Always lightly Moving round. if subscribed with the name Of a popular author. "I've had enough of writing for these gnawers. and writes Something. As heretofore with manuscript and print. A Steed. and even more. but that fame courted him. To the Squirrel answer made: "Comings and goings. The good colt his gallop stayed. A Fop of the most extravagant taste." Checking his pace a moment. "What beautiful silver. I strain every nerve To be always prompt and clever. With a new suit each day to dazzle the town. From ground to tree. In my duty Faithful ever. The Squirrel brisk bespeaks him As follows: "My dear sir. And tree to ground. as follows. Heed who lists. critic. With equal spirit.--for unjust abuse Severe retaliation will excuse.And nothing else. THE FOX AND THE LADY. Not so futile My endeavor. of Parisian renown. "Let him. Since all experiments in vain I've tried. I know not whether verse or prose. lo! too faithful to his wasteful trade. Idle freaks.-. by Tomas de Iriarte 17 "Ah. That he courted not fame. The villanous vermin like destruction made. in copious dose.On the festival day of his lady love placed On his shoes two paltry buckles of tin. as last resort. And the impatient wight he seeks to bait. I am never quiet found." But. FABLE XXXI. No great merit All this deftness.

Who. some the Parrot loquacious. Were whiling the time in a sociable chat.No matter how the fact I know. While the other had surely no wisdom to spare? Of their mutual ugliness were they both jealous. "Look here. astounded.With a thousand discussions of this and of that. As his fellow-countryman. of the Hound so sagacious."You are a most unlucky bird. each brother. Of the different qualities. "True. as well as I." "All this is nothing to the case. like mankind. That each animal marked. was puzzled to guess Why these two should so strange an opinion profess." the loitering Turkey cries To Crow. now they conversed.-. Between a Turkey and a Crow. Sure you can tell."-. half vanished out of view." said Dromedary. praises the other. ask where he was bred. Foreboding naught but evils grim. by Tomas de Iriarte FABLE XXXIII. "Are you all at a loss? then so am not I.-. far off in air." ***** . While some praised the Bee. Without much grave consideration. "The only question now in place Is of our flight a trial fair. 18 A party of beasts assembled for pleasure. thus diversify leisure. AND THE FOX. THE CROW AND THE TURKEY. A bitter contest once did spring.-. I have always heard. Or that each could display a protuberance callous? Or can it be--"Pooh!" said Reynard the sly. Making your foul. disgusting beast! You fairly do my stomach turn.-.-. "but 'tis clear to me." said the Ostrich. Of writers in plenty the same may be said. If you have ever seen them fly. That no beast surpasses my friend Dromedary. "I must declare That I think we can none with the Ostrich compare. Begone from sight. Could it be that they both were bulky and strong. revolting feast On carrion corpse that dogs would spurn. THE DROMEDARY. THE OSTRICH. to test a man's genius.On their respective speed of wing. Or that both boasted necks so remarkably long? Or that Ostrich was known as a simpleton rare. Moreover." Answered the Crow. some among them rehearsed The deserts of the Ant." The assembly.--very.For beasts.Fables of Yriarte." "For my part. Which first would reach the appointed station. true. of the desert. From Barbary both.She shouts still louder after him." ***** Shrewdly our Fox the riddle has read. "The thought will to my mind arise That you are black and ugly too. FABLE XXXIV.

The creature sold To a weak blockhead.-. He makes cocoons too. And. "Let me inquire. Six dreadful galls Appal beholders. Neighbor.In that same assembly arose a discussion Concerning the Silkworm. From cruel lashes. by Tomas de Iriarte When envious detractors find In wise men's works. who his spite could not stifle. that shine In bindings rich and rare. and their wonder dispelled-. though as blind as could be." Whereon."--says one. But an old Caterpillar." ***** Laborious Genius! when. Their wondrous cocoon was a pitiful trifle." he coolly averred.-.-.-. And many a prank And rare device. Besides the fellow Wore plumes and bows Of ribbons bright.Fables of Yriarte. Into a tumor Inveterate grown.A Gypsy jockey. The beasts at each other looked round in amaze. Clean to the bone. Bells tinkle light As on he paced. each other bepraised. with care. takes upon him to scorn?" Then up jumped sly Reynard and said. though they 're worthless. Muttered out of a corner. "This fuss was absurd. Yesterday through our street An Ass did pass. With carving nice. "How comes it. And an old hurt. Beneath the saddle-. In terms so unmeasured and extraordinary. Saddle and halter too Were both bran new. Who. While friends admire His bargain rare. 19 A silken cocoon some one brought them to see. when the gaunt Dromedary And Ostrich. Buy books. even the Mole. They examine--their plaudits are hearty and loud. Well it applies To friends of mine.At first go off-They find his withers With warts all rough. "that this creature forlorn. at great price. "Ah. 'Tis easy enough the reason to show. "On my soul.-. precious gull!"-. Its admirers all ninnies. But are not worth a groat. And they said The Donkey Colt Had cost the dolt But a mere song. What the rest of us all are uniting to praise. The showy gear And harness line To strip he goes. FABLE XXXV. THE PURCHASE OF THE ASS. The loss of your well-deserved laurels you fear. In bitter humor.The hapless owner said. we know. Your purchase shows. wretched worm. no welcome faults. They satisfy their spiteful mind By base and personal assaults. Concedes it to be a masterpiece proud. Then take my advice and tell him this story.A gorgeous Ass."If blood and bone. And on his shoulders. His cunning master. Good as his clothes. The shears had traced On breast and flank. so ugly. this queer affair I often note. Till the Fox told the reason. In trappings most complete-. Like musket balls. THE SILKWORM AND THE CATERPILLAR. With tassels yellow Or red as rose. artificer skilled In producing of works of such wonderful fashion. FABLE XXXVI."Donkey more dull A thousand fold Than this brute cull. Nothing to say Of two great gashes. He alone. stung by the sneer Of the envious wretch who would rob you of glory. Through Gypsy wile." say they. In haste along The exulting buyer Drove home the beast. I have my money paid For trumpery vile. That hidden lay Under the girt. .His pride to feast. Along the spine. That the other brutes thought them both utterly crazed.As I was told. His mortified rancor he cannot control." ***** Now faith. At the very same time.

" ***** A scribbler. the useful Ox reproaching. saw-. from works of sterling merit. And forgotten ones rake from oblivion's gloom. THE OX AND THE GRASSHOPPER. For a word of advice on such stupid conclusion. more likely than not. . He deemed that a dress of antiquity grim Would give to his limning the impress of eld. Living words they despise as a vulgar intrusion. 'tis enough that you show Yourself to all comers. A wandering clown. at his word. near the spot Where she hung in a balcony. for aught that I know. So essaying. of a day long bygone From the connoisseurs won both lauding and gelt-. FABLE XXXIX. He was showing--a penny to gain-. Came out of his box into sight. then. take to himself our meaning. it was a Marmot. in so much accomplished. If every other furrow were not drawn straight. in high estimate held. Which he lauded in high-sounding strain The creature. by Tomas de Iriarte FABLE XXXVII.--"Sure. who heard the remark. For well I serve my master.An animal ugly and squat. You never would perceive that this was crooked. A Grasshopper. to see Such a comical creature as you. He was kept by a printer in pay. Some creature of value untold. But some fools have their notions of purity hung Upon obsolete terms superseding our own. Clad in plumage of exquisite hue. 20 As in a field the sturdy Ox was ploughing. for his low. we here must find room. Hung his head. for gold. A spreading contagion.-.Determined to make some antiques of his own. our critics bemoan.A Savoyard. and he heeds not A single failure. Some petty blemish.To drag to light. friend." ***** Now let the captious critic that presumeth. Of our own times a Painter--who jealousy felt That some portraits antique.-. THE MACAW AND THE MARMOT.Fables of Yriarte. one day. shrilly sang out. In phrase like their own. defacing our tongue With phrases outlandish. "Ah! what a crooked furrow. FABLE XXXVIII. When they freely may look upon me. That men give their money. When unto him said our gay bird: "This matter amazes me quite. jostling in motley confusion. The absurd little beast. A brilliantly-colored Macaw. You may be. reproaches so unjust and futile. dirty work. the portrait to limn Of a certain rich man. my little lady. Stop. you're making! Then the Ox answered. THE PORTRAIT.Vain Grasshopper. But for me. In two dialects. and went sneaking away Because. close by him.

To a house that stretched Around its ample courts. This antick his patron. would guess at my phiz." ***** Hold. One traveller resorts. And glittering gauds. to quip him.When the traits of the sitter. Coming to a little town.--and purity's self Considers his style. the huge palace. Two youthful travellers. "With these coin--or. to market if I chance for to his. whilom. If it only were good in the time of the Cid? FABLE XL. Of the first of the Charles' and fifth Ferdinand. Each guest chooseth. "you've pranked me out there In a guise. But which no living man but a beadle would wear.Quoth our limner. the host.-.-. as heir-loom from his ancestry prized. 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. Thinks oddity graceful. dark and dirty. with such. Looked round them for an Inn. current in country or town. All light. Of two rival Inns. seeking rest.The Painter a guerdon to grant.--'tis true. His ideas who drapes in antiquity's stole. He. Apartments one doth hire. By such odd gear full sorely astounded.Though the face of the portrait showed dainty and braw. The mountain's skirts within. Sculptured deep in stone. Each.-.Fables of Yriarte. I rede. for that basket-hilt brand. and the price I'll lay down In good money. In which he will remain."-. To give offence to neither Was their natural desire. he a costume besprent That had figured. in the house of either. as stately and grand. to perfect content. to his gree--In a chest. And my rapier. Not one. for himself. instead of that collar and band--Yon satin slashed doublet exchange for my coat. But.--"when victuals I needed. Some old coins had been lying for centuries three. by Tomas de Iriarte 21 For a second Velasquez he counted to stand-. Was narrow. A quartered scutcheon shone Over the lofty gate.These medals. And miserably cold. But its rival. could I chaffer my cheer to supply? "But sith. devised-. and deem it so droll. that was once brave and lordly. To his patron the work he carries with speed. Of the mansions twain. Why may we not laugh at the Author's devotion. there is Who. with a thousand offers. in trappings like these. in the city's whole compass. so I have paid you." said the other. Its broad front palatial. too. I rather might say-. How. THE TWO INNS. Paint me like myself. Did the wayfarers accost. Having deftly depicted--with grave collar and band. With its architecture bold. Less grand the other Inn Appeared unto the sight. I pray. . his form thus yclad with wonderment saw. its walls did screen. Of pleasant temperature.Who shocks us with phrases all mouldy with age. So. and bright. As you 've painted me. when he darkens his page With expressions forgotten and laid on the shelf. If we laugh at the farcical notion Of this modern Painter. as certes. now. Take your picture again. Chambers. comfort and good cheer within Its patron's trust requite. and paint round my throat A cravat. and clean.And believes that no term by pure taste is forbid.

Did a weary sojourn make. Honored the Cat with an eulogium glorious. And. not comparable to thee. "Friend. his sad mistake.That with big terms professional resounded.--"I'm bound. I am sure that I can Spaniards show. Yet never think or care to know What language Garcilaso wrote in. in general. Than if she spoke in tongue of Babylon. Narcotic. of what's clear and simple. mockery make. A worthless herb.-. A Cat.Their sound construction organic Preserving by their lore botanic."--said the latter. And bewailed unto his comrade. doth good service render. emetic."--quoth Tea. Next day. THE LIZARD.-. ***** . theoretic and empirical. of the comment. AND THE CRICKET. Swallow some essence of leaves heliotropical. may be made. to cure this turgidness hydropsical. In special cases sometimes proves a blunder. By use of vegetable specific-. you know. I to your home am sent. In Europe no good fortune waits on me. I know now what's your essence heliotropical!" A silly Cricket heard the dialogue. application fit.-.Within inclement garrets. THE TEA-PLANT AND SAGE." ***** This sarcasm some abatement may admit.-. They know all herbs medicinal--diuretic.Seeking for vegetables salutiferous. where for me they pay A generous price. But quite too common there--to shine. though he knew naught of this catalogue Of words so overwhelming and so curious. But the ridiculous charlatan. THE CAT. From China. too. His friend thus answer gives: "In like manner many a book Its reader's hopes deceives. while it slights its own. With Sunflower leaves was stuffing out her maw. There was. and you to mine."--said Sage.--"whither roaming?" "For Europe." "And I. purgative.--"Ah! what pangs mortiferous I must. Who will eternally be quoting Whole pages out of Tasso or Boileau. With tiled roof covered slightly. he saw. For what. For varying fancies are the soul of trade. at this bombastic speech astounded. of wondrous skill To rid themselves of every ill. FABLE XLII. Good luck attend you to my native shore! For never yet was any nation known. Now.--"learned Signora Dropsical. "Aha!"--said he. styptic and prolific. Where I am held in reverence profound For beverage or for medicine." Lizard. 22 Its inmate comfortless. magniloquent As any grave professor eloquent. But gold and praises will profusely pour On foreign products. Febrifuge.That talked in lofty style. Met with the Sage upon his way.--a pedant most rhetorical. once. Cephalic. And. Said to a Lizard.-. For some there are who pomp for merit take. and sudorific. Creatures there are. But. In literary borrowings.Fables of Yriarte." FABLE XLI.--"to China's market go. by Tomas de Iriarte A portal tall and sightly. the Tea-plant coming.Naught better knew what Puss did gabble on.

Locust angrily replied. to him alone. at once. Exhausting all the dictionary's store Of giant-worded and bombastic lore. And sprang the choir from out. "No--'tis the treble. Before the time appointed To electrify all hearts. every one. And. The Hornets.--to grace the occasion gay.-. Each musician loudly vaunted How they would play their parts. . "'Tis plain that those confounded tenors. he fairly spoils the whole. Frog and locust took their place To do up the contra-alto. THE CONCERT OF THE BEASTS. that most Stopped up their ears.On your own shares. Their annoyance sought to hide." "That speech becomes you very ill! Mind what you say!"--in accents shrill. At the barbarous dissonance.-. worse than all. At length the choir the prelude Commenced within the hall.-.Two lusty Crickets treble sang. And pleasure to insure. Certain of the subject beasts Of the mighty Lion's court An entertainment musical. Hog and Donkey grunted base. If not--the blame he lays On his comrade's wretched writing." A squeaking Cricket cried. much less accomplished But more self-satisfied. to avoid presumptuous shame. 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.Upon your mouthing verbiage dogmatical Reflects this polysyllabic apologue enigmatical. The honor of the harmony Produced by your melodious crew. And turgid aphorisms diabolical. The day beware. When ye have heard my story.Adroit performers all-. While. Before the expectant multitude. Now the experiment is made. That understood their trade.-. That echoed far and wide.Fables of Yriarte. I say the Locust. Little wisdom was displayed. no!"--said Chucky. 23 Attention--noble auditory! While the rebeck I tune. As often it doth happen. by the wry faces. to make up the melody. Now get ye gone--and from my sight Forever banished be. FABLE XLIII. from deference to their host. Of the Blackbird not a word. Devised. But. Of Lark or Linnet no one thought. In choosing actors competent. In this outrageous pandemonium. That no bravo's cheering shout Or glad applause awaited them. They organized an orchestra To make success secure. Sure I need not here repeat." said he. two or three. by Tomas de Iriarte Lovers of phrases hyperbolical. Or the Canary-bird. were due. With what delicious cadence And accent delicate The orchestra resounded. Naught was said about the Nightingale. ye all are dumb. I'll only say. Each on his neighbor lays the blame. "No. As if. Their scanty wits uniting.--"on my soul. Heaven grant to be The issue of the fray." Donkey brayed. that e'er ye dare Again to sing to me!" ***** Such. "That mars the harmony. And your incompetence betrayed-.If the book should make its way Each arrogates the praise. When writers. Singers. Frog saw. Two Hornets brisk the tenor try. FABLE XLIV. Took upon themselves the charge The music to provide. Out of all time and tune doth squall. "The stupid Ass is out of tune Most shockingly. And challenged confident applause. And be prepared with plaudits soon.Though meaningless and inappropriate all." "The Hog.

then. by Tomas de Iriarte THE SWORD AND THE SPIT.-. By order of the innkeeper. They. if the hilt could but inspection stand. in like way. cheek by jowl. and polishes.A clown. THE UNFORTUNATES. seeks to sell his spits for trusty swords. until the maid. And brought them safe through dangers many. A certain stranger. for the time. The sword was but an idle ornament. Which. with their works. We see infesting all the world of Letters? One."A sword should ready be another day. "Friends. too. her master. he said his say.-. A Sword.What once had been a blade of proof and honor.--sure. His friend was in the dark. Who his right arm had lost. in wretched rivalry. one day. accost A passing comrade of them both.In such transactions miserably raw.For the good sword of Thomas d'Ayala.--"hither come? Why.Fables of Yriarte. service long had done. The whole matter understood.-. He cleans. The gestures of the mute He explained in language good. Then. it several masters truly served.-. that would a modish life begin.The innkeeper as great a blockhead. In turn. Degrading--shame upon her!-. he must have been. from his birth. Some trifle to arrange was set With a blind man. Though better fate it well deserved. from his mouth. To close this curious scene And conference singular. And the blind man. with bad versions. newly come to court. There--like an useless thing--upon a pin Hung up. ."-. for the case in hand.-. away. When. The shock of many a combat did withstand.A precious blockhead. An arrant knave. 24 Sheer. if you ask. But the schoolmaster will come And write it. May not we charge these vile translators Who. he can hardly stir." The cripple then the compact To paper did transfer. for friendly aid.To spit a hen.Into the kitchen took it. FABLE XLV. as gallows e'er did cure. "I must here give up the task. We must go to him at home." "How can a cripple lame.-. Another clothes vile works in sounding words. ***** With equal knavery and stupidity. tempered well. was dumb And deafer than a mole. A man who. And.-. And sells it to the unsuspecting clown. At auctions sold for paltry penny. The cutler saw that. Some luckless chance--who ever would have thought it?-.-. as good as from the skilful hand Of famous smith Toledan ever fell. The blind and maimed man dictate. A contract it behoved Of the bargain to prepare." The rogue. The blind man spoke by signs Which the mute did plainly mark. The mute was messenger. famous writers fits-. into an inn's dark corner brought it.Said the blind man. in his kitchen. While this was going on within the inn. and sharpens it."--said the one-armed man--.Did to a cutler for a sword resort.Thus turning noble swords to vulgar spits.At last. sharp and trusty. it ate itself away In useless rust.--sad disaster!-. takes an old and battered spit. No matter what the blade might be--so sent His booby customer. In this odd predicament.

And to Magpie answered she: "This is all an idle story. Or expand them. beneath them here. a buckle.And. Or chops. of such a hapless crew. with a loud. straggling waif. A Cock.-. In which the chick such fight did show. These I contract at pleasure. "Ah! in time he'll make a pretty bird. Then the seraglio's vanquished lord. But. And a little bit of candle." So their course forthwith they bend To see the Magpie's treasure. THE MONKEY AND THE MAGPIE. "What think you now. A scrap of gauze and half a comb.-. an old colored garter. Not that they all are worth a groat.Said.Of many fights. A little while ago. some one contrived the story. Whereon he muttered to the rest." No more he dared himself to match With the young hero.But what.His rival out of hearing of his tongue. exultant crow. if you will. But. when I please. To her friend. The battered tip of scabbard Worn out in ancient war. FABLE XLVII. He claimed the honors of the field to win.-. To hit off the plan devised By weak aspirants for glory. For." . dear gossip. my lady Magpie Proceeded to produce. lay by. I've some pretty things to show.Who hardly left him plume or crest. he is very young. And your wealth mere trumpery. That. sure you know. after furious din. Pay less attention to the age Than talents of his adversary. And racy sweetmeats--I. And the old one around so sharply rattle. foolish bird. You see. This very matter happened. Said a Magpie. Old rags and wretched rubbish You. and whatever else is good. That good for nothing were. In your faithful chest you bury Every petty. but again With an old Cock he had a scratch. if you prefer. Where I my hoard conceal In my chest. Then a hoop that ladies use.-.-.Meat.-. Of a knife a shabby handle.As a thousand gossips know.Fables of Yriarte. Sweet nuts and tender filberts. And there. a veteran.-. now.--and even more. Look at my jaws." A shrewd grimace the Monkey made. friend Monkey? Don't you envy me my pelf? Upon my word. that was well known As a champion brave and stout. the crafty Monkey. by Tomas de Iriarte 25 For this purpose any two Were enough. A blade of broken scissors. Who club their pens and brains Some wondrous work to try.-Two petty coins. I have two nice snug magazines. I've skill A thousand things to steal. there safely to remain Till I shall hungry be again. to serve as food.--"If you'll go With me unto my dwelling. It took no less than four.-.-. poor fellow. First.With an endless lot of knick-knacks. to me's unknown. Three pegs of a guitar.And the residue in these I stow. ***** Were it not that in Alcarria. And a Chicken but half grown Squabbled something about.It might have been surmised That. At last got up a very pretty battle.-. "The fine old fellow!--surely it would be Unfair to thrash so old a chap as he. FABLE XLVI. THE COCKS. no other bird Is so wealthy as myself. I eat at leisure. Which would each alone defy." Replied her friend: "I'll wait on you with pleasure. You shall see them. But because it keeps them safe. What I like. In time of need.-." ***** Let him that will in strife engage On any question literary. By their united pains.

And thus. FABLE XLIX." ***** Has the caprice some learned fancy crossed.Fables of Yriarte. And served to form a basin Where many fish were fed. "I marvel much. The indignant owner found His flowers. When by her cage a chattering Sparrow roaming Stopped--his surprise at her attempt to tell. will ever study most. Taste and profit to unite. For sure.-. by Tomas de Iriarte ***** 26 Shall the Monkey's lecture shrewd To the Magpie only go? The advice. To imitate my native bursts it sought. Nor yet deny--to save the fish-. instruction to derive.Lay by the author's quill. "Booby! you need not water waste. THE GARDENER AND HIS MASTER. And scolds the careless sinner. FABLE XLVIII. but also like My mess of fish for dinner. your models make. His Master soon the mischief saw.A single flower to grace the dish. . I wish my untutored strains to modify By the deep rules of science it has taught." The Gardener. That he lets the plants go thirsty.-. A Nightingale her voice one day was tuning In notes to match an organ's sonorous swell. So reads his Master's whim. And leave me not a fish to taste. good sir. That you. It owes to imitation of your song. Your imitators. grown crusty.Unless you have the skill. the notes the organ's pipes that swell. is good For those who make a show Of a medley incoherent. in turn. all dry and withered. A copious fountain played In a garden's flowery bed. thus. And you will see the good results ere long. That hours to study given are labor lost? Who wisest is. That carp and tench may swim.-. "The flowers I love. I think. FABLE L. And drained it dry." "Nevertheless." replies the Nightingale."Though it had learned of me. that such strange pains you take." ***** Though the maxim may be trite. till due supply For carp and tench was gone. THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE SPARROW. I would not fail From it. Upon the parching ground. Of the watering of his flowers The Gardener thought alone. Where no meaning is apparent. shortly after. who sing so sweetly and so well. In the garden. that by and by. you see. My natural talent will by education thrive.

All day did I trudge. in a garden near." said he. though wrought in heavy gold!" "That my articles exceed In value. 'tis great of course. be bought. THE HUNTER AND HIS FERRET." Said the grandsire. indeed. I should say. so very much your own.He recounted the labor And spoils of the day. I'll swear. .How big and nice! I call That fruit. Hot enough. Learn how to live." When they reach the garden wall. FABLE LII."Is this the fruit you puff? Who would think you were so raw? What puny.But fair business I've done. "Now. although. Note that--as here A simple thread doth precious gold transcend-. and exhausted With the heat of the sun. by men reputed wise. FABLE LI." As he spoke the words. Well tired. 27 "Where may this vineyard be?"-.So elegance and finish give That form to thought. But we'll make a trial fair. Is stranger.Fables of Yriarte. Books should. You work in gold.On its luscious fruit to prey. And valued for their size. at style who sneer. by Tomas de Iriarte THE TWO THRUSHES. "A long tramp.-. Neighbor. For skill is known to all To be of greater worth than raw material.An unpractised youth and bold. withered stuff! Pooh! It isn't worth a straw. Since the break of the day I 've been out in the sun. But loaded with rabbits. Is not strange." Reader. But the luck is not bad.-.-. Their morning flight to hold.The youngling answered coy. and I in thread alone. His grandson asked one day. with years grown gray." ***** Let those. is it not? If a good work. lived A man who made silver and gold galloons. sir.-. Where a well-stocked vineyard lay-. If I am the judge. A single grape. Now. even for more doubloons. bigger fruit enough. by which great works shall live."And what fruit is there?"--"We'll see. And. the more there is the worse. The pert young pilferer saw. But that. it was a yellow calabash.With him to go straightway. Three yards of your light lace are sold Than ten of mine.-. for bulk. he shew Where thick the clusters grew. to regard the matter only. The fledgling shouts--"Look there-. who would have believed. Will prove better than it all. Near a lace-weaver. my boy. Near by--to a neighbor He met in the way-. "Come with me. And wise as well as old. "that. indeed--no trash. ***** It may not much surprise That young birds by chaff are caught. A Hunter turned home. If bad. THE LACE-MAKERS. And a banquet rich enjoy. And better far than any here I know of. condescend. A Thrush.--my old lad.

That you never can make Some slight mention of me?" ***** That this cogent remark The master might sting. or maxim clever." The Ferret's quick ear. happy destiny. To chip out the brilliant sparks." ***** . Who caught them but I? So little desert. a little Lamb there lived. As to snore merrily the time away. ***** So among authors. Yet breathe not their name. Let the world wag. too. or frosty winter day.-.To borrow from others. in a convenient sty. Excepting such as they have hit upon. and stretch yourself at leisure.--"and yet. The Steel the Flint abused Most bitterly one day."--the thrifty Pig. In the same yard. I say. by each laid down. "Good-by! Unless with me you 're used. To the meek Lamb. In fact unnerves the mind and body both. In which his sides he bruised.Fables of Yriarte. In hot July. Of little worth you'll be!" "Not much. the Flint without. In my toils do you see.-That I did the work. For such in farmers' yards we often see. For the unfeeling way. Where a brisk Cock around at pleasure ran. That. And the Steel cries out. with your leave. The livelong day to slumber! Is it not? Upon the honor of a Pig. said he. by Tomas de Iriarte Without too much bragging. "Now. Behind the court. there's no such pleasure. the Cock the Lamb addressed. Just what yourself are worth. Soon after Piggy did his dissertation end." But. Or rules as good for others' guidance own. In his box as he hung.That the fine rule. Lay a stout Pig--fat as an alderman. beyond a doubt. With the bright stars to watch. Who play the mean game-. His master did hear-. THE COCK. After some sharp remarks They parted company. And good companions." The Lamb hears both.No hunter in bagging The conies can beat it. "To be with health and active vigor blest.-. "Now surely you joked. THE FLINT AND THE STEEL. were all the three. Sleep numbs our senses with a stupid sloth. Can you truly deny? These rabbits of yours. in this wretched world. and knows not which to trust. One must sleep sparingly. AND THE LAMB. is the true way. is just That others ought to do what suits himself.--some there are who never Think any doctrine sound.--"what a delightful lot! And what a peaceful. THE PIG. 28 He was cool as some writers. my little friend.His own praise while he sung. He never guesses--simple little elf-. FABLE LIV. in his turn. His sharp nose he poked Through its lattice of wire. I say and repeat it. FABLE LIII. In a court-yard a poultry-house did lie.I should like to inquire." said Flint. But it did no such thing. As may be very easily believed. A body might think.

Just as of cash. by Tomas de Iriarte This little tale of ours. exhausted with his labors. FABLE LV.He answered: "Sir. 29 A villain was by hands of justice caught.Fables of Yriarte. make such a stir. A luckless wayfarer to rob. without a fear. THE HOUSEMAID AND THE BROOM. Two Lizards in his garden catches.On the highways I rob. to my mind. A Housemaid once was sweeping out a room With a worn-out and very dirty Broom. "Now. 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. One wonders--questions one proposes-. In his old haunts. for scrutiny. trunks and cloaks." ***** Do we the bandit's wretched plea allow? Yet writers give no worthier excuse. you 're making. In the flint. I houses sacked. Who deep study has not joined To native powers. To fresh dissection then himself betakes. . he sought The Judge upbraids him with his crime-." ***** The botchers who. devoid of skill. he stated The matters we have just related. practised in petty theft. Then. At the sharp point of murderous knife. the scientific man Gave o'er.While others yet turn up their noses. Some curious friends. THE LIZARDS. and tail. I stole from other folks. and skin. With microscope he then inspected Intestines."For.A little writes and recapitulates-. He pulls apart.Nor of the matter make a charge so sore! I've done such things these forty years. FABLE LVII. and even of his life. More dirt than you clean up upon your path. by argument of use. and more. watches. To them. cruel as a Turk. THE JUDGE AND THE ROBBER. hang you for a Broom!"--said she in wrath-. The plumpest now he has dissected. FABLE LVI. And coolly sets himself at work To anatomize the little wretches. neck and eye: Then takes his pen--again he looks-. then. And torn the reptile limb from limb. The other Lizard jumped and ran. Let each writer bear in mind. And swords. no fire we find Without the help of steel. paws. This done. to join his neighbors. The loin and belly. by chance. But leave them ten times fuller than before. Errors of speech or of expression low-. Who justify. in friendly chat.Urging the long-lived blunders of the past Against the verdict by sound critics cast. Now--no compunction left-. fairly launched upon my wild career. with the filth and shreds you leave behind Where'er you go. That I should rob and slay a traveller-. Let not your worship.The memoranda enters in his books. When buckles. Nor does Genius aught avail Without the aid of Art. pretend The faults of others' writings to amend. from earliest time I've been a rogue. They both are sure to fail. A Naturalist. Long as they work apart. dropped in to see The subject of his shrewd anatomy.

who gross blunders make. Hare and Eat.Fables of Yriarte. all was doubt and question and vexation. forsooth.-.The first authority that comes to hand. his Chronometer by observation Carefully set. At the game of the blind man Together to play.With a Fox. consulted--and the hour Was three o'clock and just two minutes more. as I have said before. another. Because of his hands He had better control. not I. by his comrades for a reason pressed. The livelong day this man did spend Over the body of our friend. Who came long after all the rest. in us. attributes so rare Are worth such pains in writing down. that ten less than the last. . For all can surely see. The Monkey agreed. And said." ***** It is not worth the while to natter The pride of writers we despise.--"Surely I For this fun am just fitted-. noble brothers. One made it six and thirty minutes past. we are worthy great consideration-. at each step. At table sat--a loitering guest. He had in his head. THE MOLE AND OTHER ANIMALS. friends. 'Tis honoring too much the matter. Their paltry trash in serious way To note--your pains will never pay. Thus he concluded all the disputation: "To quote opinion and authority Against the truth. and. if any one can see The use--no point needs unsupported be. Some four-footed creatures Assembled one day. invited to a feast. The Mole. To condescend to criticize. Now. It was." He asks to come in. Many opinions there may be--but only one is truth!" FABLE LIX. he blinded The eyes of the whole."--said he." FABLE LVIII.One at the quarter stood.-. "Friend. Then quote--in order to make good their stand-. By luck."Whatever spiteful folks may say. A Mole heard their frolic. With his skin-covered eyes. Sought for his tardiness to make excuse: And. their entertainer chanced to be A great proficient in astronomy." "But"--said the loiterer--"what needs argue more? I trust my Watch. Replied--"'Tis you are out of time. Gives them occasion to surmise Their claims to be of some amount. holding it on high. Of Lizards to make great account. your Watch is slow. If.I think I will try. Drew out his Watch.-. no wonder. And a Squirrel--made six.Whatever spiteful folks may say. The guests all round next eagerly began To pull their Watches out to test the fact. Then. by Tomas de Iriarte 30 "You need not doubt it.For all men like to prove their words exact. Brimful of his tricks-. I doubt not. our high station Let us with dignity maintain."For everything myself did see. at half. Sure. The Monkey. The rest of us came near an hour ago. Some mischief. I pray. THE WATCHES. But with our story we will now go on. 'Tis two precisely--wherefore this abuse?" "Absurd!" they answered. Would stumble and blunder. This fourteen more. A knot of friends. To call us vermin who shall dare? 'Tis gross abuse--as all must own. No single Watch agreed with any other. In the impartial public's eyes-. He. A Dog and a Monkey." Now let each wiser man this reference take To foolish authors. and must admit. clearly.

without the pole.--displaying your grace So jauntily now. of a veteran of the ring. To be blind-man." FABLE LXI." As he says this. of course. Will hardly do for me--well I know.-. Sir Solitary!"-. nor yet activity.The master said. As an unpractised urchin lessons took In dancing."-. like me?" Alas! how few of us authors live By the good advice the Owl doth give! All the nonsense we write.Spoke out the Toad. pray?" He's flat upon his back in half a minute! "At your best friend you grumble--silly wretch."What's coming now? What are you doing. up there. what use one can devise For such a clumsy load. in a hollow tree. THE ROPE-DANCER. A red Owl was sitting quietly Up in his hole.-. can't do it better. with accent merry. Handsome or ugly. THE OIL-MERCHANT'S ASS. THE OWL AND THE TOAD.As well may be thought.-." ***** If a creature purblind Thus pretends he can see.Don't you think it would far better be.--"and if you choose to scout The aid of art and method. On slack or tight rope. he throws the pole away-. To him it now fell: And who was there fitted To act it so well? 31 But. there's not one whit of trouble in it.Answered the Owl to the Toad below. FABLE LXII. If you hid in another hole. "And for you. by Tomas de Iriarte At the very first trial. His Moleship was caught. Said he. But conspicuous toads we rather would be. Although.Without much ado. and let us see. to get up a sham-. prithee.The youngster said.With affected surprise. is good--let us learn it It often would be much better to burn it. Which you call balance-pole or counterpoise! In rope-dancing. Than modest owls in our own hollow tree. my comrades. to the world. look.--it is all one thing. in the day's broad face. "Holloa. Will the blockhead confess himself Stupid--think ye? FABLE LX. whether you be."-.Fables of Yriarte.--"What are we doing? You've not blinded my eyes." "I have never set up for an elegant beau. "To attempt by daylight to make a great show. now--this step and posture--see If I. Where he chanced to catch the curious eye Of a great Toad that was hopping by. master.--you'll find out This is not the last tumble you will catch. How this great staff bothers and wearies me. I cannot see. Look.--"Good master. it be dry as the dust. . The lesson. get printed we must.-."Poke out your head. my good sir. Why should you wish my motions so to fetter? I lack not strength.-. For instance.

If mean it was. that many tried Veterans their voices did combine.-. So ripe. Which on its head bears ancient date. That no such drinks our times supplied. by Tomas de Iriarte 32 Once on a time. In any vintage. One praising ancient lore-.-. luscious wine. I've tasted of the juice of grape. Time cannot make the poor wine good.-. the divine.A famous connoisseur and knowing. in its first hour. idle declamation Picked up from interested Jews. too. By age will mellow and refine. Into his stable sought to pass.-. It will be washy still and crude. Where wine-bibbers--a goodly crowd-Tasted and argued. But. And ever do eschew. But when 'tis good. So cease. Worth no jot more this hour."-. or bottle. And surely to lay down the law. jug or skin. The later wines were deemed the best. I drain the flask.And deserve no more. "Now. who every day Carry tuns of oil. Who glosing tales for cheatery use. distinguish and to judge. whate'er it is.--but. Enough--to settle the dispute-. talked and sipped again.--letting slip an oath. "Begone!" said he. FABLE LXIV. I take the jolly toper's text."That I. For want of one poor lamp?" ***** Much I fear. dear sir.Among such worthies 'tis a strong one-. FABLE LXIII. No one is fitted. I tell you now. rude and flagrant. but that I've . stumbling. Their wines I know--and many more.Modern alone. New wines. a noisy Frog Heard a Hen cackling near his bog.Bad wine I hold in low repute. Once on a time. You see that I am from Navarre. is it not a shame. Of every kind. What's all this shocking fuss about. Those you despise--although surpassed.-. so mellow and so fragrant.-. Than vinegar a century ago. THE FROG AND THE HEN. If it be old or new."Nothing. 'tis folly great To think that every cask of wine. from time to time. With obstinacy. Hogshead or tub. your idle din. by my troth. an Ass. there are. From Xeres' plains to Tudela. THE CONNOISSEURS. in every shape. Said he then. refuse."Better than I. for choice of wine. A quarrel rose. struck his nose The cruellest of blows Upon the door's projecting clamp. In nothing changed. From Valdepeñas to Oporto. if they will Grow wiser. Their notion termed exaggeration. With foot o'er-worn by toil. From the Canary Isles to Malta.Fables of Yriarte. Their opponents' theory they abuse. From Malaga unto Peralta. And never vex myself to ask." ***** Many a learned bore Keeps up a constant bother. Occasionally. No such delicious."-."By jolly Bacchus. both long and loud.-. I'll not grudge. Of either side the rabid hum The cellar filled to overflowing. To taste. without a word. or earthen jar. another. fine. I use.An Oilman's hack. The bad.Which very safely may compare With any wines that ever grew. good friends. in times long past. let them heed this story. To tell the right one from the wrong one.Bearing upon his back A huge skin filled with oil. that those who glory In buying books they never read.-.Poor Donkey did exclaim. By certain vintages--yet may Tickle the palates of a future day.Though some despise for being new. When an old toper chanced to come-. you know. The occasion was. Fare as ill. As days gone by--so generous. I beg?"-. The good. In the opinion of the rest. but turning sour.Mere trashy. In cask. More than if I were stone-blind. By no such foolish question vexed. A well-stocked wine-cellar within. my way Into my own stable cannot find. "your clamor rude Disturbs our quiet neighborhood.

he was too. That.--no matter for cost. This astonishing taste he explains.-.-."--said the snob. 'twill be a pretty good job. too.--an ornament great. Hold you your tongue! You do no good at all. Just what he could have us to know.-.--but for rhymes To-day my muse is too grave. a single egg. There is time enough yet. So.To make it all perfect.-. A Beetle contemptible. "how strange that the case To me never occurred. they say. By a sentence pithy and terse. Then. let him show. Which not always are matched to our hands. that a house so complete. "It vexes me much.Whose magnificent mansion made ample display Of furniture gorgeous and costly and new. THE RICH MAN'S LIBRARY. . Inspects and approves: "And now. Are you so troubled. To wind up the whole. I say. Capacious. Send a cabinet-maker to put up some shelves. I devote to the purpose the northern saloon. and. In Madrid.And the topic for somebody stands."-. As she always will be at odd times-. well finished." "To be sure."Should a Library lack. I'll supply the want soon. we will busy ourselves. by Tomas de Iriarte laid an egg." FABLE LXV. in the first place. filthy beetle agrees.-.-. While.So useful and elegant. by the way. And so let him trick out his verse. in buying some books. now. neighbor Frog. Of said fable the hero I choose. said a neighbor one day. the owner he comes. Here the author should lavish his pains. That ten times as stupid.For I want one paltry and low. as the flowers' beautiful queen With no coarse. no time shall be lost.Fables of Yriarte. some tasteless writers no keen Or delicate fancy can please. when I'm not put out To hear your croaking all the night and day? I boast that I have done some little good. Which would do very well. Whose fancy more cheerily chimes. FABLE LXVI. every one knows That--although from no filth he refrains-. For this writing of fables demands That in verse our ideas should flow." "A single egg! and therefore such a rout?"-- 33 "Yes. there was a rich man--and." said the other. though small.He will ne'er eat the leaf of a rose. THE BEETLE."I must go out and look up some twelve thousand tomes. For a fable a subject I have. 'Pon my honor. With adornments according to taste. as well as his talents allow. as rich. Of this insect." The cases are done. But this moral conclusive rehearse.To this wealthy dolt.

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