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