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Fables of Yriarte, by Tomas de Iriarte
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Fables of Yriarte, by Tomas de Iriarte YRIARTE. (Tomás de Iriarte y Oropesa) TRANSLATED FROM THE SPANISH, BY GEO. H. DEVEREUX. BOSTON: TICKNOR AND FIELDS. MDCCCLV. TO THE CLASS OF 1829 I DEDICATE THIS UNPRETENDING RESULT OF SOME LEISURE HOURS.
I do not flatter myself that it will make any conspicuous addition to the worthy achievements that have already graced our roll with names that rank high in the lists of Science, Philosophy and Literature. But it is pleasant to me to connect this translation of a college text-book--used by us all, long ago, within the walls of old Harvard--with the memory of youthful pursuits that have never lost their charm for the mind, and early associations that retain, with all their original freshness and geniality, their hold upon the heart. PREFACE. The Fable has always been a popular mode of conveying certain kinds of instruction. The brief and simple illustrations it affords give additional weight and point to moral apothegms or sententious criticisms. Like the feather on the shaft, they serve to increase the force and direct the aim more certainly to the mark. A pertinent fact or an apt fiction breathes, even into a dry and curt axiom, a living and practical interest which opens to it hearts and heads that would otherwise pass it by with indifference, or revolt from it with impatience. Many of these unpretending allegories have been familiar to us all, in childhood, in a great variety of dresses, and have long formed a standard part of our literature--congenial alike to nursery days and to mature age. The fables contained in the little collection here translated are not, with one or two exceptions, found among the widely popular and familiar fables to which we have alluded. They were written in a foreign tongue, less generally understood, among us, than some other of the European languages; and they are designed for a special and somewhat abstruse purpose. Both these circumstances tend to narrow their sphere of circulation; and we presume that they form a book little known to most English readers. If we do not err in our estimate of them, the Literary Fables of Don Thomas De Yriarte are well worthy of perusal. They are aptly and ingeniously adapted to the truths they seek to inculcate; and they are remarkable for a terse simplicity of form and style, well suited to the objects and character of such productions. The maxims and criticisms they enforce must approve themselves to the mind, both of the professed scholar and the general reader.
Fables of Yriarte, by Tomas de Iriarte
The author was born in Teneriffe, A.D. 1750, but was educated and resided at Madrid, where he died in 1791, at the early age, of course, of forty-one years. His uncle, Don Juan De Yriarte, was the chief superintendent of the royal library; and the nephew was educated under his auspices. In his eighteenth year, he commenced his literary career by the writing of dramas, and the translation of plays from the French for the Spanish stage. He spent his life in the duties of sundry offices under the government; yet he very soon assumed and maintained a high consideration as a scholar and writer. His works, however, were of a character to command but little interest from posterity, with the exception of the fables translated in this little volume. Of them, Professor Ticknor, from whose learned work on Spanish literature we have collected these details, speaks as follows:-"Here, he, in some degree, struck out a new path; for he not only invented all his fictions, which no other fabulist, in modern times, had done, but restricted them all, in their moral purpose, to the correction of the faults and follies of men of learning--an application which had not before been thought of. They are written with great care, in no less than forty different measures, and show an extraordinary degree of ingenuity in adapting the attributes and instincts of animals to the instruction, not of mankind at large, as had always been done before, but to that of a separate and small class, between whom and the inferior creation the resemblance is rarely obvious. The task was certainly a difficult one. Perhaps, on this account, they are too narrative in their structure, and fail somewhat in the genial spirit which distinguishes Esop and La Fontaine, the greatest masters of Apologue and Fable. But their influence was so needed in the age of bad writing when they appeared, and they are, besides, so graceful in their versification, that they were not only received with great favor at first, but have never lost it since."--Ticknor's Hist, of Span. Literature, vol. iii., p. 279. We have endeavored to discharge with fidelity the duty of translation; attempting to preserve the form and spirit of the author, as far as was consistent with giving the work an English dress. With this view, we have aimed to produce a literal and characteristic reflection of the original rather than an expanded and highly-wrought paraphrase. Where we could do so, we have sought to preserve the metre, or a nearly analogous one, in order, if possible, to give a clear idea of the Spanish work to the English reader. But this is not practicable in all cases. The peculiar construction of Spanish rhymes, together with the obstinacy with which some words and sentences refuse the stern yoke of our English rules, render the task, always hard, sometimes impossible. The terminal inflections of the Spanish language and its accentuation are widely different from those of the Anglo-Saxon; and so axe the arbitrary arrangements of the rhythm, which are, in the latter, far more exacting and precise. The professed scholar will recognize and make due allowance for such obstacles. To the public at large we shall hope our little book may convey some instruction and amusement, in a palatable shape. If so, it may give, to a novel class of subjects, somewhat of the well-known interest inspired by the graceful and popular fictions of Esop, Gay and La Fontaine. G.H.D. Salem, October 25th, 1854. CONTENTS THE ELEPHANT AND OTHER ANIMALS THE SILKWORM AND SPIDER THE BEAR, THE MONKEY AND THE HOG THE DRONES AND THE BEE THE TWO PARROTS AND THE MAGPIE THE SHOWMAN'S MONKEY AND HIS MASTER THE CATHEDRAL BELL AND THE LITTLE BELL THE ASS AND THE FLUTE THE ANT AND THE FLEA THE WALL-FLOWER AND THE THYME THE RABBITS AND THE DOGS THE EGGS THE DUCK AND THE SNAKE THE MUFF, THE FAN, AND THE UMBRELLA THE FROG AND THE TADPOLE THE BUSTARD THE LINNET AND THE SWAN THE HACK MULE THE GOAT AND THE HORSE THE BEE AND THE CUCKOO THE BAT AND THE CAT THE OWL AND LAMP, AND THE DOGS AND THE RAGMAN THE THRUSH, PARROT AND MAGPIE THE WOLF AND THE SHEPHERD THE LION, EAGLE AND BAT THE MONKEY THE ASS
The wriggling Caterpillar crept His sneaking way along.The sagacious Elephant observed Among these creatures many a failing." ***** Whoever may my fables read. And the simple Butterfly. Ever faithful to her love. This truth important let him heed: That to all nations--not to any one-. The trusty Setter. Ostentatious insolence. The stately Elephant looked down Upon the vexed turmoil: "To each and all and yet to none. His vile abuse. THE SILKWORM AND SPIDER. to say In language all could understand-. In careful phrase. all around.And to all times. Long years ago. Not they--no. The arrogance of ignorance.Fables of Yriarte. The mischievous Balm-cricket leapt From the tumultuous throng. But. The guileless Lamb and thrifty Ant. with due reverence. the whispering tone Of Wasp and Hornet. procrastination. The world has shown alike The faults at which they strike In each revolving week. . of the audience. The Monkey. Opening their lank jaws' bloody gulf. THE DROMEDARY. Then--since the warning finger Points at no destined head-. The Bee.Spake his calm voice above the broil. The Tiger and rapacious Wolf. too. not at all. The venomous Serpent hissed aloud. FABLE II. the Linnet shy. He called them all. THE LIZARD. frugal and provident. a part not small Declared that their offended pride Such language plain could not abide. What he thought and felt. A murmuring echo gave. working sore vexation. Envy. A thousand vicious actions quoted. Idleness. with grimaces rude. hear quietly. Mocked. they speak. The obedient Horse. 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. Who not. among the crowd. And gross abuses. 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. in far-off land. FABLE I. from far and near.-. Let him who winces put them on. 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. When every brute beast had a way. He then discharged the censor's part-. His strictures on their ways to hear. Fly and Drone. sauciest of the pack. His sound and noble counsel stirs The hearts of many listeners. prevailing. Accepting. While. AND THE CRICKET THE CONCERT OF THE BEASTS THE SWORD AND THE SPIT THE UNFORTUNATES THE COCKS THE MONKEY AND THE MAGPIE THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE SPARROW THE GARDENER AND HIS MASTER THE TWO THRUSHES THE LACE-MAKERS THE HUNTER AND HIS FERRET THE PIG. Against the adviser rave. The Locust spread his clanging wing."These censures I apply. His greedy conscience felt the sting. The Weasel arched his spiteful back. well learned by heart.Who feels the censure linger Must sup on his own bread."-. Which strenuous reform deserved. The Fox kept silence shrewd.A thousand silly foibles noted. and the Dove. With reverence the most profound His long proboscis swept the ground.
But Bruin thoughtful stood. anxious to excel. THE MONKEY AND THE HOG. "How do I dance. The Drones in grave council assembled one day. with laugh malicious. In the eyes of all animals better to stand-. Know that 'tis quality." Said Bruin. They began to be doubtful if they should succeed Very well in attaining the object in view. Bruin. 5 A Piedmontese a Bear had taught Upon two legs the art of dancing.Fables of Yriarte. who with all her might was spinning Hard by. the master sought. Before the Monkey showed his skill. Just see how fine and beautiful it is." "Ill. in sad and humble mood. "with a jealous eye. their hand.Than to try. A Spider. And shouted. What bad applaud. And soberly the grunter eyed. The workmen. At last. Now. And know the step. indeed. FABLE IV. not bulk. THE DRONES AND THE BEE. can you deny?" A jolly Pig was standing by. And now. sure am I. good Master Silkworm? This very morning I began it." "I am afraid you look on me. too!" Coolly replied the precious fabric's workman: "'T is true--your labor tells us its own story. It must be miserable. No other expedient well could they see. that's precious.--"Bravo! nobly done! A better dancer. And various measures each idler suggested. indeed. To earn their bread. friend? Prithee tell. To his loud praise he thus replied: "When Monkey did my dancing slight I did not much the censure heed. By a sense of their bad reputation molested. "very ill. But the labor proved very distasteful." ***** Authors. Now. To wash of their sloth the sad stigma away.Though lazy and stupid as well they could be-. Mark well the moral of my verse! That's bad which worthy judges blame. What costs small labor is of smaller value. . FABLE III. By showing off his awkward prancing. Was never seen beneath the sun. In silly exultation tasks comparing: "What think you of my web. that I move quite gracefully. who seek a noble fame." He spoke. by Tomas de Iriarte At his cocoon a busy Silkworm labored. inexperienced crew. is worse. early. THE BEAR. mid-day will see the job completed. thus bespoke him. by your delight." ***** Let those who boast their numerous vapid volumes. But now I see. at the making of honey." said the Monkey. a rude.
then. The story ran: That it was a Monkey skilful In thousand tricks. everywhere. As with argument conclusive. The French Parrot from the Spaniard Took a contribution small. The Parrots talked amain.-.Fables of Yriarte. like Harlequin. For the whitest of wax and honey so bland. But a Bee said in scorn. About the Unicorn astounding marvels. or ninth. Now this island is half Gallic.Exulting that he thus can vary The range of his vocabulary. First he played dead man. While the Spanish bird changed nigh each word For the idiom of Gaul. in sooth. To ask some beasts--his own especial cronies-. On hands and feet alternate spun in circles." quoth Magpie. brilliant and grand."--? "Thanks for the compliment. Who exercised his warm imagination. Danced on the rope with somerset and shuffle. Thus. who served a puppet showman: That thought one day. By interring in state an old Bee that had died-. He eagerly begged after The scrapings of the pot. A dame from St. Their mistress parts the babblers-. Last. Till the gallery where their cages hung Discordant was as Babylon. Half owns the flag of Spain. not one single drop Would I give for the fuss of your beggarly crew. 6 This done. there are. With hearty roar of laughter. In funeral obsequies. no soul could tell If it were one or 't other. From balcony across the way.Relates the story of a famous Monkey. who their emptiness mask. In mongrel French. The Parrot answered pertly. by Tomas de Iriarte To get rid of their trouble they fain would contrive.--which I've forgotten. curtly. Of all her companions the model and pride." ***** How many there are.In his veracious Natural History. "Is this all you can do? Of the honey I make. each beast minutely painting. Soon the French and the Castilian They mixed up in such a bother That. . in absence of his master. in the end. Father Valdecebro. exhibited the sword-dance. THE TWO PARROTS AND THE MAGPIE. THE SHOWMAN'S MONKEY AND HIS MASTER. in style so fanciful and turgid.To witness all his entertaining juggles. ***** Many men. Domingo Brought with her Parrots twain.-. did they ever. That authentic author. with much self-satisfaction they stop. A Magpie shouted out At the folly of the lout. I ask. Like the Parrots. Made desperate leaps.-. And told.-."You are nothing but a Purist. one day. FABLE VI. Of taste foolishly exclusive. Produce any such from their own shallow head? FABLE V.And the Frenchman kept not long The phrases he had borrowed From less fashionable tongue.A notable Bee of a neighboring hive. With pomp and with honor they lauded her name.In his eighth book. With their own language not content. By quoting wise words from the lips of the dead! But with all their pretence. in two different languages. By spots and marks. The other still refuses His jargon to give over. And to the fabulous Phoenix gave full credence. Would a mongrel tongue invent. Panegyrics immortal they buzzed to her fame. But new merit rather chooses In this hotchpotch to discover-.
. By chance. Its echoes majestic. Asses may not be known if they never should bray.--as is showman's custom. Your brains are dark as the unlighted lanthorn.--since the evening Had now set in. Of a few wretched rustics. For the poor little neighborhood did all the ringing.Behind the lanthorn being duly stationed. said to Monkey. There a little cracked cow-bell. By grave airs and long faces. And think that their wisdom is surely inferred From their seldom vouchsafing to utter a word. But the spectators strained their eyes attentive In vain. most of all. with a belfry so small. the while. Who boast to be beyond our comprehensions. That only on solemn occasions was rung.Half laughing and half angry. that loomed up o'er the town. for none could see the brilliant wonders Which Monkey was so volubly announcing. nor yet the audience wearied.-. ***** Of true merit and excellence.An exhibition with the magic lanthorn He now would give. ye deep and subtile writers. entering unexpected. This little lay To me occurred to-day. When. The chamber was all darkened. Its tinkle soon passed for a bell of great size. then we know he's an ass. and soon arose suspicion That these proceedings were but empty humbug. a hamlet there lay. THE CATHEDRAL BELL AND THE LITTLE BELL. But. Be it good or bad. You fool.-. Each scene loquaciously. All were perplexed. From side to side he shoved the painted glasses. Throughout the whole parish. In the district the city held under its sway. By chance. in grave cadence. were heard--never more. THE ASS AND THE FLUTE. explaining. If one opens his mouth. gun on shoulder. Now and then.-. better yet than any.--what was going on at once perceiving. by Tomas de Iriarte did the Prussian manual. many men try. in a general way.The said little bell should be rung--it was voted. the place to supply. as he had seen his master. "What is the use of all your endless gabble. For this stately reserve and its wonderful weight. as is usual. With these and other tricks he long amused them. it is true. That you hardly would call it a belfry at all. in their rustical eyes. FABLE VII. if you forget to light your lanthorn?" ***** Pardon my hint. its glory was great. FABLE VIII. The Monkey. And. by preliminary explanation. was disconcerted. By this cunning device.Fables of Yriarte. that in it was swinging. by strokes three or four. And a poor little church. And for a wise animal safely may pass. Now that this little belfry might ape in renown The cathedral's huge tower. When Master Pedro. 7 In a certain cathedral a huge bell there hung. That briefly and seldom--on festivals noted-. Indeed. He fixed attention. Through a field in our village A wandering ass One day did pass.
How builds the ant-hills. ***** There are donkeys plenty. May. There a flute he found.A Thyme-plant growing in a neighboring bed. FABLE X. However new or excellent it be. "Oho!" said the wise beast. In the flower language. a sample. her support she gains. To go with me.Fables of Yriarte. for their foolish pertness. I think so. I understand. too. to show them up in rhyme. Sure as I live. well play a part.I've an engagement now. Into the flute his breath Happened to find its way. And since.--as I have somewhere read. A curious affectation some put on Of knowing everything they chance upon. Without a wall to climb by. Unto the Flea she answered. By chance.--"Now." With impudence unmoved. That cannot rise. Whatever matter they may hear or see. replied the Flea: "Pooh. THE ANT AND THE FLEA. Give us yourself." "Dear friend. if you try." With such evasions. By chance. Scarce a hand's breadth above the ground you've grown. yes. condescend. And the flute began to play. by way of good example. 8 The Ant was once relating to the Flea The wholesome lesson of her industry. patience growing thin. There's better and there worse. Of small account and easy always deem it. But without help I grow. 'tis true."--and lightly leaped away.This donkey grave-. By chance. Forgotten on the ground. A Wall-flower spoke." ***** . Ready almost to jump out of her skin. certainly. by her labor. If 't were not every day before our eyes. with what care and pains She gathers up the scattered grains for food. Another day We'll think of it. I shall try. As he stopped to smell it-. without one jot of art. myself. Thyme! 'Tis really distressing! Though the most fragrant of all plants. by Tomas de Iriarte Left by a careless swain. my friend. Of your own great abilities. That might with many pass for idle lies. THE WALL-FLOWER AND THE THYME. FABLE IX. I pity you. you assume All this so mighty easy to be done. undoubtedly. This sort of folks I cannot let go by. I grant it. that I'm of humble height.A snort he gave. By chance.-. Who. if they chose to try? But. stay. scornfully addressing: "Heaven help you.Yet could not contradict a single word-. I own. in such grand fashion. To all her statements still the Flea demurred. so I see! 'T is plain. If I should waste on them a whole day's time. But.-. How. All right. And never worthy of their praise esteem it. "How well I can play! Who will say me nay? By chance. Of course.".With talk like this: "Ah. for once. nonsense! Think you thus to puzzle me? Who couldn't.-. I beg you. even a hand's breadth high. And how all labor for the common good. With other instances of enterprise. O.
by Tomas de Iriarte For writers.-. whose name I do not know. in preserves." And the whole island thought the mode so good. carried some poultry there.Because the stranger taught no other way. But that a stranger. In sherbet.-. "I have it now." "Stupid! they 're naught But mongrel cur. if so You understand that there they had no hens. what's the matter?" "The matter? Zounds! I'm fairly blown. perchance a note. Fast they increased as any one could wish. Toy with trifles. But that's of little consequence.With nice tomatoes all my eggs are stewed.-. to have them baked devised. arrogate an author's fame. ***** Ye who. But they 're not hounds." While they dispute The dogs arrive.-." "Curs. FABLE XI. now.Fables of Yriarte. Till. O! what boundless honors."Friend. But how shall I be able to rehearse All of the new. These countless prodigies of gastric skill-. His fruitful and inventive fancy gains! Another. wandering out that way.Sagacious man!--of having his eggs fried. an artiste shouts."-."They're hounds. hard and dropped. by a happy chance. addressed The epicures: "Boast. And showed them eggs cooked à la Huguenot.But blessings on the man who brought the hens!" ***** . if you will. After a while. And both of them Eat up alive."-. That they would so have cooked them to this day. I say. Take our warning. Successive cooks thus proved their skill diverse. for his pains. Or a short preface. At the clatter.--ye 're all a pack of louts!-. Until fresh eggs became the common dish. At last the experiment by one was tried-. by clinging to the name Of others. important Matters scorning. from time to time. at last they tickle Their palates fanciful with eggs in pickle. ninnies. THE RABBITS AND THE DOGS. who. FABLE XII. a traveller. spiced.--they say. A comrade sprung. THE EGGS. good sir. "what an ingenious feat!" But scarce a year went by. one day.--this response I quote. and now with sugar sweet. some one gave his friends an omelette: "Ah!" all exclaimed. And now boiled up with milk."They're curs. Into the copse In terror flew. whom Two Dogs pursue." "I see them yonder Through the furze. And. delicious condiments That luxury. Another dish the gaping natives taught. All had their day--the last was still the best.Most happy thought!--and still another."What then?"--"They're curs. But a grave senior thus. But all the natives ate them boiled. Out of his burrow.By adding to a work. By villain hounds I'm hunted down."-. Who ever thought eggs were so delicate! Next. hey! Then so Is my grandmother! You do not know The one from t' other. 9 Beyond the sunny Philippines An island lies. invents? Soft. A Rabbit. the eggs they eat.
as Umbrella.But in something to excel. That it is not wisdom's end In all things to pretend. To serve but for a single use May also be without excuse. all pith and emptiness. Fan. And the rough winds the canebrake rent asunder-. When a-weary of the ground. Of the huge stalks. in turn. You. For my life. On the borders of a pond Stood a Duck. When heat declines in summer's glowing urn. in winter serve your purpose well." now said the thoughtful mother. THE FAN. I can fly or I can swim. And to his two companions thus began: "Now pretty articles are not ye both! You. in artless wonder. in idle sloth In a dark corner must forgotten dwell. FABLE XIV. To shield the head from rains of wintry skies." ***** The wise man knoweth well. The Umbrella silence broke. Or swift Falcon in the air. "How vain To hold yourself so high! Not on land with the fleet Stag." A cunning Snake stood by. AND THE UMBRELLA. luxuriant and smooth-. Long with its mother chatted of the leaves. On Tagus' banks. Can you make good your brag: In the water. in a former day. earth or air within. FABLE XIII. forsooth!" ***** If our good Frog some poets' works had read. Muff. once. Upon a table." FABLE XV. "Without.A broken cane into the stream fell over. an useless thing become. If some absurd presumption show-. Umbrella. my child. And cold winds take your office quite away. from me. and a Fan. But now the air with the fierce tempest heaves. A little Tadpole. THE MUFF. of them she might the same have said. Learn now. together lay A Muff. And hissing said. like praise I earn When summer's ardent rays the Parasol defies. . a broader part to play.In seeking everything to know. it hath no bound Water. when spring comes about. And heard the vaunting strain. by Tomas de Iriarte 10 Beyond the sunny Philippines Our crowd of modern authors need not go New-fangled modes of cooking eggs to show. serve the turn. The Pot unto the Kettle spoke. THE DUCK AND THE SNAKE. THE FROG AND THE TADPOLE.Within. Again. In dialect such as. too. look. and verdure so amazing. Perchance.-.Fables of Yriarte. on a canebrake gazing. I. so strong. discoursing thus: "Nature to me is generous All creatures else beyond. But. the Trout Will beat you out and out: You with neither can compare. "Come.
Though some proved addled. In vain bestowed. Both are.Should listen to that harmony divine. That her rider Scarcely was able With rein to guide her. And many a kind. Ye.-." resounds the cry How much belongs to you. THE HACK MULE. Even though 't were illegitimate. THE BUSTARD. no? Then taps Of this light rod Or harder raps From pointed goad. But the false jade Now slacks her pace. in time. And left poor Bustard with an empty nest. Pigeon and the Kite. Half our journey Not long will bide her In such a race. the rest With a fine brood of nurslings filled the nest. But each away with his own offspring flew. Though none of us. What trouble now? Go on! Perhaps The spur will do. Let us see them fly! Then. "What insolence is this!" continued he. was found among them. What. And in her nest mixed up the whole.Here sprawling flat. at her request. upon trial." "Would you might sing!" replied the little bird." Unto a Linnet said the Swan. you know. By the display of my superior skill. noisy little one. And bites and squeals. Without. Compares with mine in melody. How! out of wind! With ready heels She kicks behind. THE LINNET AND THE SWAN. Vexed with her young ones' awkward flight.-. at foundation. The sluggish Bustard. "With boundless curiosity we all-. and this is mine. cheat the expectation! FABLE XVIII." Kashly the Swan essayed--but only cackled. To admire her progeny. hath ever heard. A murrain foul Seize on your soul! Amen to that! . Purposed to raise a brood more light. in her foolish pate. "See how this tiny warbler taunteth me! Naught but my great consideration Prevents your well-deserved humiliation. so rare and new. A host of birds collects. Should." The Linnet still maintained her joyous trill. by Tomas de Iriarte FABLE XVI. A Hack Mule pushed With speed so frantic Forth from her stable. that empty reputation. our feathered tribes among. Which boasts far greater fame than mine. ***** Not strange. You devil's pet. I find. although No voice. "This. With hand and foot We'll try you yet. "Keep silence. or skill or genius. of course. "It almost tempts myself to sing. Long while and patiently she sat upon them. who the ideas of other men brood over. Full fed and antic. 11 For this end many an egg she stole From Partridge. as yet. FABLE XVII. Upon her belly Down she flounders.Bring out your fledglings. What a curvette! She jumps and reels.Fables of Yriarte. we'll soon discover.All other voice by silent wonder shackled-. yet. And sundry birds of easy flight.
***** Just so. To better judgment of posterity He leaves his work. "With my labor interferes That unpleasant voice of thine. in song. across the strings concordant. So monotonous as thou. And. Throughout his life.-." FABLE XXI. through my own aid.Fables of Yriarte. Except.At once. forgot his food. and answered thus: "Never are heard these sounds harmonious. Always ringing in my ears. Is not the mule for me. of these strings you hear the harmony. It is cuckoo all day long. THE BEE AND THE CUCKOO. My fright is over and the pain is gone. Who pastured.When shall you taste it? Not while you're alive. "So. Nothing new by you is done. . If. whene'er I see That any author vapors Too much of his intent. I trust some future time-.Blest thought!--such sonorous strains may rise from mine. in mute delight. in the self-same way. sweep The hairs that from my tail were drawn." This was the Bee's reply: "A work of usefulness May lack variety. You make a hundred as each one. as reward." FABLE XIX. And. For you. long stood listening. FABLE XX. one shape alone. But in a work designed To gratify the taste. my monotone?" The Cuckoo straight rejoined. thus consoled. in vain a wretched writer tries. A Goat. His feet. in sympathetic measure. with me. in times past. And. the while. "Beware! Good friend. "Stop. in like mood Absorbed. to gain celebrity. If we no invention find. the honors paid To the sweet instrument. In thy waxen cells. THE GOAT AND THE HORSE. Cuckoo. to an honest Nag. he dies. that work begins With such capers. There is no bird. by Tomas de Iriarte ***** The Mule. I find. I now the pleasure reap Of seeing. These words he spoke: 12 "Now. Aught else is tedious waste.-. too. Danced all unconsciously for pleasure." said the Bee. If I nothing new can say. And nothing but cuckoo!" "Wearies you. I say. And be valued none the less. Harmonious. and. who. THE RAT AND THE CAT. To the sweet echoes of a violin. Know that they are the entrails of a Goat. who hope like pleasure to derive. pray have a care Of this mule's predicament." The good Hack turned himself. for myself. And. for myself.
With vagabondish man. "No distinction more lovely and noble is found Than fidelity." said a Rat. THE OWL AND LAMP. a way of his own." Ah! but look. Turning reluctant back.--XXIII. one day. For living men.All safe and quiet in their graves. Now. It is perfectly done. AND THE DOGS AND THE RAGMAN. . Vile critics. By coward critics. that I here expose-. For. that will wait to make attack On authors till their victims are--alack!-. my good sir. "It is plain. they know. Their portrait they shall see In yet another fable ere I close. from this noddle of mine It all came. on my soul. hey? I don't like it at all. Recounting how a wandering Owl. and I ween you'll not fail.-. Just poking his nose out.Because I dare their meanness to disclose. when it lights on an enemy's brow. without doubt. then. Thus spoke she out her mind: "Ah. by Tomas de Iriarte 13 At telling of rabies old Esop was grand. And a story of his. in these things. indeed! Then the fable is thine?" Yes it is. With his subtile invention. Your friend Esop wrote never a line-. But that my eyes you blind! But if I cannot now. FABLE XXII.Fables of Yriarte. two Dogs.I'm wrong--by day it could not be. Into a convent chanced to make her way. ***** Beating an old dust pan. to attack it with tooth and with nail. once a little lay My old grandmother sang to me." ***** The honor which many would freely allow. his wisdom so great. Since you are such a blaze of dazzling light.-. as she flew along. the evening's sun had set Below the horizon long ago. I shall be ready quite To make a feast. when safe out of sight. Now what say you. he coolly did call: "You boast of it. at the mouth of his hole. A Ragman stood. in terrible fright He sprang to his hole." A Cat answered." ***** Denounced though I may be. in angry spite. as. There is a set of dastard knaves. Unlighted. on some other night. Lamp! with what unspeakable delight I'd suck the oil all out of you this night. hard by: "This quality fine I assure you is also a merit of mine. I vow. I love and respect the generous Hound."-. our Owl she met A Lamp or Lanthorn in the passage set-. Esop had. and. eying him curiously. barking furiously As Cerberus.If I should find you."Ah! what's that?" said the Rat.Of the whole. As is their wont--howled savagely. Being mine. my reader? "The fable is one Which delights and instructs. Therefore it is. They retract. when.--"Ah. To this same purpose.Which of the two I do not know. learned man. might answer back. as I have it at hand. Into our own language I now will translate.
Desired himself the mystery to learn. From living dogs the conscious rogue will run."Let that be her doom."-. now and then.The uses of my teeth you know. To her birdship she clings.-. rather than of his instructor.Of him.--for he is one Who from dead dogs will strip the reeking skin To sell for bread. my verse Allots the Wolf's foul character and curse. And." The Shepherd answered: "Animal perverse! Upon thy head be Heaven's eternal curse! On endless mischief bent--no thanks to you If. in one lesson. and turned his pupil out A scholar." FABLE XXIV. who heard a Parrot talking-. No honor can you win On him--for. Against the withering blight of evil eye My claws will screen you--counter charm secure. in darkness. A plain quadruped I. I'll be bound. Would you call me a Bird? A sad blunder you've made! For I wear a broad snout."Nor in mine. No Bird and no Beast Such companion will own. EAGLE AND BAT. 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." "In my realm. Showing her wings. THE THRUSH. from sting of flea it shields." ***** To many books. When among you she wanders. as accomplished as." said the Lion. when she chooses Our laws to defy. Moreover. FABLE XXVI. "Let the wretch alone. What a warm coat my skin in winter yields! It shelters many a man from cold and wetting. THE LION. And other insects vile your couch besetting. I'm no subject of yours." said the Eagle-. You think me a bad fellow. some good you chance to do. on my head? With my vassals. too. My fat for hurts a sovereign remedy-. I am not so. And no beak. by Tomas de Iriarte To them a tall Greyhound Said. Are those who will poor copies and translations scan For models--Blunder shocking! FABLE XXV. in his turn. . she slanders The Beasts of your reign. no doubt.As proof irrefragable. man. She wanders alone. Of the Birds will complain. I'm sure. THE WOLF AND THE SHEPHERD. But says. 14 A Thrush. in these our days. He the great art of speech began To the Magpie to teach. "No more shall she come." Thenceforward. 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.Fables of Yriarte. such line accent thought To have attained. The Eagle and Lion Held solemn debate. Faith. that. PARROT AND MAGPIE.
But her wits as well. The proverb don't say this.Which doth the truth unravel Whither she did travel. and plain. I take. And. Forest. I hardly see How Monkey could or cloth or tailor find find-. then took her way Unto the far-off land of Tetuan. not alone her road.That fine clothing is not wisdom. Bring corn. That to her should be confided. 15 A Monkey. And neither can I guess. if not so fine. Through his life.-. But there a history is. she lost. Who listen to our fable here.That he would choose a captain More skilled. A meditated foray Far and wide about the land. Which I cannot call to mind.-. Take care lest ye prove In both--but a dunce! FABLE XXVII. While doling out to him his lock of straw. rivers and morasses. If by ship. THE MONKEY. Homage to pay they press. A poet shrewd.-. THE ASS AND HIS MASTER.Fables of Yriarte. Who. For else. Over mountain. A Monkey tricked herself. who seek To be two things at once." ***** Ye caterers for the public. Seeing herself so gay. She through the window sprang Upon a roof that lay Below." With vile pretence. We many a Monkey see. A stock of food to gather To feed the hungry band. Wisdom and wit to match The splendors of her dress. They learned a lesson bitter-. Here our fine lady found A jolly Monkey crew. moor and valley. Such as harlequin would choose. Indignant. hence take heed How your defaults by false excuse you cover! Fed upon straw--straw it may eat. Not all things gold that glitter. When the day's work was over They could scarcely move a limb. To the brainless little wretch. thus exposed the argument abused. In dress of gaudy hues. and see if I refuse it.But naked every one: As no other style they knew In the land of Tetuan. Now the naked Monkeys crowd An admiring glance to snatch. . in such excursion It should be his luck to join-. And readily allowed. or by the way Of the Isthmus of Suez: All that we know is. though he wear the student's Will still a blockhead be. And so say I again. far this side of Tetuan. But I rather think the elf From her master got her finery. And never fails to praise. The scurrilous author thus his trash excused. By general accord. and ridge. From toil and from vexation.--. From me the worst it gets.For Monkeys there abound. And each exhausted rover Decided--if again. So the leader new set forth With all her subject host. clothed in silk. Think you I nothing like but straw? Then make The experiment. She dragged her wearied train. "On good and bad an equal value sets The stupid mob. Master unjust! but not because I choose it. ***** Now.For the book is very rare. "Here. So says an ancient proverb. As ruler of the horde. by Tomas de Iriarte Bats of authors. And forthwith it was decided. A Donkey's master said unto his beast. FABLE XXVIII.Replies: "Just what you choose to give. Will a Monkey still remain. Which to discover must have cost a world of care But the author does not say. Deserts. it clearly will appear. As to all. And much good may it do your vulgar maw!" Often the slighting speech the man repeated. hearing the lame defence. take it--since such diet suits your taste. that she certainly went there. The Ass--his quiet mood by insult heated-.Yet so the story goes--but never mind. indeed: Try it with generous fare--'t will scorn the other.
made he Of printed page still more luxurious feast. As his eyes he on it set. With steps on outer rim. wearily on. 'T isn't turning the old spit. in a field. Thus expressed his discontent: "Hard work and paltry pay! Here I may climb and sweat. Nor any other bait or mixture. I shall better rations earn. Till he found. And more respect compel.-. In inn or convent kitchen." ***** Now hear the Mule sagacious! Wisely.-. Her paws she ne'er could put upon a whisker. no doubt. THE TURNSPIT AND THE MULE OF THE WELL. sage and mellow. In the house I will not stay. now. No arsenic hid in sweet confection.--"What have we here? By this it would appear Here. as the manuscripts the accursed beast Had eaten once before." The first chance of flight improving. And. Nor in the hated town. Of cunning traps no shrewd device. Day passes after day. nothing less." replied the Mule.While they eat all the meat. they're roasting meat.--a devil of a fellow. But with whole pages nightly he made way. but pump Water. Wearily. A Dog. What then? I will not shirk. is it? Something harder I must work.-. who every day. I'm light. He slily off did steal. A turnspit strength would lack For the task to which you aspire. For learned scrolls could cure his predilection." "No meat I roast."Let me. Turning the spit about. How idly doth an author yearn To undertake. They throw me out a bone."-. he counsels thus.-. A contrivance shrewd has seen. The reader oft. Ah! pretty heavy. He cried. ceaseless clambering. There dwelt a Rat. performed his stint. 16 A wheel of wood is it. FABLE XXX. sure. And. by Tomas de Iriarte FABLE XXIX.Here the laborer at the well Interrupted. What our poor Author furnished to the presses. Turns it beneath his feet.Fables of Yriarte. And one Horatius Flaccus This same matter does discuss. Where a Dog. THE AUTHOR AND THE RAT. . but up I'll jump. a wheel Of a well. Ever prepared for rats or mice. which a Mule kept moving. In such wheel.Who on naught else his hunger would assuage But prose and verse of many a learned page. where he must fail! The little Dog cannot avail The huge well-wheel to turn. moreover. The rascal gnawed. in his turn. In vain the Cat watched for him night and day. try a pull. too.His works of eloquence and poesy. "To the spit and kitchen fire I advise you to go back. when my task is done. In study of a scholar.
have a care Lest his malicious insult prove a snare. In my duty Faithful ever. No great merit All this deftness. lo! too faithful to his wasteful trade. Watching awhile his motions. "What beautiful silver. Turns and twists. and writes Something.--a noble sorrel. as follows. FABLE XXXI. Should write him in corrosive sublimate. I strain every nerve To be always prompt and clever. beneath invective froward. the pride of our day!" ***** Thus a volume of nonsense. A Fop of the most extravagant taste." Checking his pace a moment. My master to serve. THE FOX AND THE LADY.--for unjust abuse Severe retaliation will excuse. Into his ink he pours. "I've had enough of writing for these gnawers. by this frivolous whim. In pure white paper. Not so futile My endeavor. 'Tis eaten by the animal perverse. "Let him. I am never quiet found.Such I've often seen before. without stop or stint. As heretofore with manuscript and print.Docile to spur and rein. With equal spirit. what hard luck is mine!" the Author cried. Argues an author either dunce or coward. The good colt his gallop stayed. In order to show. of Parisian renown. So swift. . And quickly ends his sport. and even more. With a new suit each day to dazzle the town. A Steed. Heed who lists. Since all experiments in vain I've tried. critic. FABLE XXXII. Just such gambols I can do. yet regular. Silence to keep. but that fame courted him. At his wit's end. in copious dose." ***** Be moderate. Who silver and gold like water would waste." But.And nothing else. The world will devour. Blank paper now I'll keep within my drawers. THE SQUIRREL AND THE HORSE. This mischief must be stayed.Fables of Yriarte. From ground to tree. To the Squirrel answer made: "Comings and goings.-. by Tomas de Iriarte 17 "Ah. so brilliant and gay!" Said the lady. I am active. The Squirrel brisk bespeaks him As follows: "My dear sir. I know not whether verse or prose. And tree to ground. who gnaws too freely. And the impatient wight he seeks to bait. And thus the Squirrel's part they play. "Happy receipt which mischief sure requites!" Sarcastic said the Poet. thus relieved. The villanous vermin like destruction made. Before a little Squirrel Went dashing round a plain. A famous gallant. or. "Huzza for the taste and the rule Of the master of fashion. Some time and talents throw away. as last resort.On the festival day of his lady love placed On his shoes two paltry buckles of tin. established in fame. Always lightly Moving round. I am sprightly. if subscribed with the name Of a popular author." ***** On puerile trifles of the day. Idle freaks. And in grave tone. Grace and lightness-. Corrosive sublimate. That he courted not fame.-.-. All this no useful purpose speaks. I am a fool.
to test a man's genius. I have always heard." Answered the Crow.She shouts still louder after him. disgusting beast! You fairly do my stomach turn. half vanished out of view. If you have ever seen them fly.-. From Barbary both. thus diversify leisure.-. "True. revolting feast On carrion corpse that dogs would spurn. Sure you can tell.-. "Look here.With a thousand discussions of this and of that. "Are you all at a loss? then so am not I.-. by Tomas de Iriarte FABLE XXXIII. A bitter contest once did spring." said Dromedary. astounded. Could it be that they both were bulky and strong. THE CROW AND THE TURKEY. some the Parrot loquacious. Of the different qualities." said the Ostrich. some among them rehearsed The deserts of the Ant. While the other had surely no wisdom to spare? Of their mutual ugliness were they both jealous. Or that each could display a protuberance callous? Or can it be--"Pooh!" said Reynard the sly. Begone from sight." "All this is nothing to the case. Who.-. of the desert." ***** ." "For my part. Were whiling the time in a sociable chat. Without much grave consideration. FABLE XXXIV. as well as I. THE OSTRICH. Or that both boasted necks so remarkably long? Or that Ostrich was known as a simpleton rare.--very. "I must declare That I think we can none with the Ostrich compare. "The only question now in place Is of our flight a trial fair. far off in air. "The thought will to my mind arise That you are black and ugly too." The assembly. was puzzled to guess Why these two should so strange an opinion profess."-. Of writers in plenty the same may be said. of the Hound so sagacious." ***** Shrewdly our Fox the riddle has read. Making your foul. now they conversed. Between a Turkey and a Crow. each brother." the loitering Turkey cries To Crow.For beasts. Foreboding naught but evils grim. 18 A party of beasts assembled for pleasure. "but 'tis clear to me. Which first would reach the appointed station."You are a most unlucky bird. AND THE FOX.Fables of Yriarte. That no beast surpasses my friend Dromedary.No matter how the fact I know. true. like mankind. Moreover.On their respective speed of wing. While some praised the Bee. THE DROMEDARY. That each animal marked. As his fellow-countryman. praises the other. ask where he was bred.
Their wondrous cocoon was a pitiful trifle. With tassels yellow Or red as rose. Into a tumor Inveterate grown. artificer skilled In producing of works of such wonderful fashion. 'Tis easy enough the reason to show. and their wonder dispelled-. Concedes it to be a masterpiece proud. Bells tinkle light As on he paced."--says one. THE SILKWORM AND THE CATERPILLAR.-. And they said The Donkey Colt Had cost the dolt But a mere song. who his spite could not stifle." ***** Laborious Genius! when. Its admirers all ninnies. Besides the fellow Wore plumes and bows Of ribbons bright. Along the spine. In bitter humor. FABLE XXXVI." say they. .A gorgeous Ass. His cunning master. "that this creature forlorn. But an old Caterpillar. Buy books. by Tomas de Iriarte When envious detractors find In wise men's works. And an old hurt. The loss of your well-deserved laurels you fear. Muttered out of a corner. "This fuss was absurd.-.His pride to feast. so ugly. with care. The showy gear And harness line To strip he goes.In that same assembly arose a discussion Concerning the Silkworm. In haste along The exulting buyer Drove home the beast. this queer affair I often note. While friends admire His bargain rare. Like musket balls. at great price. In terms so unmeasured and extraordinary. What the rest of us all are uniting to praise. Clean to the bone. The beasts at each other looked round in amaze."If blood and bone." he coolly averred.The hapless owner said.-. even the Mole. But are not worth a groat. His mortified rancor he cannot control. stung by the sneer Of the envious wretch who would rob you of glory. Till the Fox told the reason. He makes cocoons too. each other bepraised. Good as his clothes. With carving nice. Beneath the saddle-. They satisfy their spiteful mind By base and personal assaults.At first go off-They find his withers With warts all rough. Yesterday through our street An Ass did pass. I have my money paid For trumpery vile. From cruel lashes." Whereon. The shears had traced On breast and flank. And many a prank And rare device." ***** Now faith. precious gull!"-. takes upon him to scorn?" Then up jumped sly Reynard and said.-. Your purchase shows. FABLE XXXV.A Gypsy jockey. And on his shoulders. Then take my advice and tell him this story. "Ah."Donkey more dull A thousand fold Than this brute cull. Six dreadful galls Appal beholders. THE PURCHASE OF THE ASS. we know. Saddle and halter too Were both bran new. And. He alone. 19 A silken cocoon some one brought them to see. The creature sold To a weak blockhead.-. "On my soul. when the gaunt Dromedary And Ostrich.Fables of Yriarte. Neighbor. In trappings most complete-. Nothing to say Of two great gashes. Who. that shine In bindings rich and rare. They examine--their plaudits are hearty and loud. no welcome faults. though they 're worthless. Through Gypsy wile. At the very same time. That the other brutes thought them both utterly crazed.As I was told. Well it applies To friends of mine. though as blind as could be. That hidden lay Under the girt. "Let me inquire. "How comes it. wretched worm.
He was kept by a printer in pay. For a word of advice on such stupid conclusion. And forgotten ones rake from oblivion's gloom. defacing our tongue With phrases outlandish. When unto him said our gay bird: "This matter amazes me quite. Hung his head. You never would perceive that this was crooked. Of our own times a Painter--who jealousy felt That some portraits antique. dirty work. That men give their money. Living words they despise as a vulgar intrusion. at his word. near the spot Where she hung in a balcony. But some fools have their notions of purity hung Upon obsolete terms superseding our own. In phrase like their own. in high estimate held. by Tomas de Iriarte FABLE XXXVII.Fables of Yriarte. you're making! Then the Ox answered.Determined to make some antiques of his own. Some petty blemish. So essaying.An animal ugly and squat. THE PORTRAIT. If every other furrow were not drawn straight. for gold. close by him." ***** A scribbler. our critics bemoan. THE OX AND THE GRASSHOPPER.-. take to himself our meaning. A spreading contagion. of a day long bygone From the connoisseurs won both lauding and gelt-. Stop. 'tis enough that you show Yourself to all comers. the useful Ox reproaching. . Came out of his box into sight. more likely than not. You may be. A wandering clown.--"Sure. to see Such a comical creature as you. He deemed that a dress of antiquity grim Would give to his limning the impress of eld.Vain Grasshopper. Clad in plumage of exquisite hue. FABLE XXXIX. reproaches so unjust and futile. In two dialects. But for me. THE MACAW AND THE MARMOT. friend. Which he lauded in high-sounding strain The creature. When they freely may look upon me. A Grasshopper. the portrait to limn Of a certain rich man. jostling in motley confusion. FABLE XXXVIII. from works of sterling merit. for aught that I know. for his low.A Savoyard. it was a Marmot. For well I serve my master. and he heeds not A single failure. The absurd little beast. in so much accomplished. 20 As in a field the sturdy Ox was ploughing. who heard the remark.To drag to light.-. Some creature of value untold. my little lady. saw-. A brilliantly-colored Macaw. shrilly sang out." ***** Now let the captious critic that presumeth. He was showing--a penny to gain-. "Ah! what a crooked furrow. then. we here must find room. one day. and went sneaking away Because.
and the price I'll lay down In good money.Though the face of the portrait showed dainty and braw. To a house that stretched Around its ample courts.-.--'tis true. comfort and good cheer within Its patron's trust requite. in trappings like these. the huge palace. to his gree--In a chest.Fables of Yriarte. by Tomas de Iriarte 21 For a second Velasquez he counted to stand-. Of the mansions twain. As you 've painted me. To give offence to neither Was their natural desire. whilom. and clean. Having deftly depicted--with grave collar and band. Each. But its rival. Two youthful travellers. I rather might say-. Apartments one doth hire. A quartered scutcheon shone Over the lofty gate. But which no living man but a beadle would wear. So." said the other. And my rapier.--"when victuals I needed. Not one.These medals. With its architecture bold. for that basket-hilt brand. so I have paid you. Its broad front palatial.Quoth our limner. as heir-loom from his ancestry prized. and deem it so droll. that was once brave and lordly. too. and paint round my throat A cravat. .--and purity's self Considers his style. If we laugh at the farcical notion Of this modern Painter. seeking rest. his form thus yclad with wonderment saw. I rede. "With these coin--or. for himself.-. I pray. Was narrow. In which he will remain. dark and dirty. Chambers. THE TWO INNS. Coming to a little town. could I chaffer my cheer to supply? "But sith. Sculptured deep in stone. And miserably cold. Paint me like myself. as stately and grand. If it only were good in the time of the Cid? FABLE XL. when he darkens his page With expressions forgotten and laid on the shelf.And believes that no term by pure taste is forbid. To his patron the work he carries with speed. Each guest chooseth.The Painter a guerdon to grant. Thinks oddity graceful. Of the first of the Charles' and fifth Ferdinand. its walls did screen. the host. to perfect content. How. Of two rival Inns. 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.-. as certes. He. Looked round them for an Inn. This antick his patron. Some old coins had been lying for centuries three."-. with a thousand offers. His ideas who drapes in antiquity's stole. he a costume besprent That had figured. By such odd gear full sorely astounded. All light. would guess at my phiz. to market if I chance for to his." ***** Hold. there is Who. now. The mountain's skirts within. to quip him. Of pleasant temperature. in the city's whole compass. instead of that collar and band--Yon satin slashed doublet exchange for my coat. Less grand the other Inn Appeared unto the sight. One traveller resorts. current in country or town. Did the wayfarers accost. and bright.Who shocks us with phrases all mouldy with age. in the house of either. Why may we not laugh at the Author's devotion. devised-. But. Take your picture again.When the traits of the sitter. And glittering gauds. "you've pranked me out there In a guise. with such.
may be made. A Cat.That with big terms professional resounded. For varying fancies are the soul of trade. Where I am held in reverence profound For beverage or for medicine. mockery make. he saw.Their sound construction organic Preserving by their lore botanic.-. at this bombastic speech astounded. For some there are who pomp for merit take. Cephalic. For what. not comparable to thee. Good luck attend you to my native shore! For never yet was any nation known. Met with the Sage upon his way. Honored the Cat with an eulogium glorious." FABLE XLI. once." Lizard. THE CAT. In special cases sometimes proves a blunder. Than if she spoke in tongue of Babylon. And.--a pedant most rhetorical.-. And. But gold and praises will profusely pour On foreign products. styptic and prolific. His friend thus answer gives: "In like manner many a book Its reader's hopes deceives. of what's clear and simple. by Tomas de Iriarte A portal tall and sightly. magniloquent As any grave professor eloquent.That talked in lofty style. ***** . "Aha!"--said he. where for me they pay A generous price. Next day. THE TEA-PLANT AND SAGE. 22 Its inmate comfortless.-.Within inclement garrets.--"learned Signora Dropsical. I know now what's your essence heliotropical!" A silly Cricket heard the dialogue.--"to China's market go.-. too. Creatures there are. Yet never think or care to know What language Garcilaso wrote in.--"I'm bound. They know all herbs medicinal--diuretic. while it slights its own. Did a weary sojourn make. With tiled roof covered slightly. From China. and sudorific. And bewailed unto his comrade. With Sunflower leaves was stuffing out her maw. in general. though he knew naught of this catalogue Of words so overwhelming and so curious. "Friend.-."--quoth Tea. of the comment. of wondrous skill To rid themselves of every ill.--"whither roaming?" "For Europe. and you to mine. Said to a Lizard. theoretic and empirical. Narcotic. AND THE CRICKET.Fables of Yriarte. But.Naught better knew what Puss did gabble on. Febrifuge.Seeking for vegetables salutiferous. Now."--said Sage. By use of vegetable specific-. Who will eternally be quoting Whole pages out of Tasso or Boileau. doth good service render. FABLE XLII. purgative. to cure this turgidness hydropsical.--"Ah! what pangs mortiferous I must. I to your home am sent." "And I. In literary borrowings. But the ridiculous charlatan. his sad mistake."--said the latter. you know. But quite too common there--to shine. THE LIZARD. emetic." ***** This sarcasm some abatement may admit. application fit. There was. In Europe no good fortune waits on me. I am sure that I can Spaniards show. Swallow some essence of leaves heliotropical. A worthless herb. the Tea-plant coming.
-. The Hornets. "No. When ye have heard my story. At length the choir the prelude Commenced within the hall. Certain of the subject beasts Of the mighty Lion's court An entertainment musical.--"on my soul. That no bravo's cheering shout Or glad applause awaited them. Frog saw. Naught was said about the Nightingale. While. Of the Blackbird not a word. ye all are dumb. 23 Attention--noble auditory! While the rebeck I tune. As often it doth happen. by Tomas de Iriarte Lovers of phrases hyperbolical. The day beware. at once. At the barbarous dissonance.-. When writers. "'Tis plain that those confounded tenors." Donkey brayed. "No--'tis the treble.-. Out of all time and tune doth squall. That understood their trade. "That mars the harmony. They organized an orchestra To make success secure. Sure I need not here repeat. Little wisdom was displayed.Two lusty Crickets treble sang. And turgid aphorisms diabolical. that e'er ye dare Again to sing to me!" ***** Such.-. Heaven grant to be The issue of the fray. And pleasure to insure. are the real sinners!" The Lion silenced the dispute: "Before the concert was begun Each puffed-up and conceited brute Was bragging loud--yea." "The Hog. And. two or three. Each on his neighbor lays the blame. he fairly spoils the whole. Of Lark or Linnet no one thought. were due." said he. With what delicious cadence And accent delicate The orchestra resounded. THE CONCERT OF THE BEASTS. As if. FABLE XLIV.Fables of Yriarte. Exhausting all the dictionary's store Of giant-worded and bombastic lore. Before the expectant multitude. But. to him alone. I'll only say. that most Stopped up their ears. And your incompetence betrayed-. "The stupid Ass is out of tune Most shockingly.If the book should make its way Each arrogates the praise. no!"--said Chucky. Their scanty wits uniting. Now the experiment is made. In this outrageous pandemonium." A squeaking Cricket cried. worse than all. Or the Canary-bird. And challenged confident applause. to avoid presumptuous shame. from deference to their host. Their annoyance sought to hide. Devised. Each musician loudly vaunted How they would play their parts. every one." "That speech becomes you very ill! Mind what you say!"--in accents shrill. The honor of the harmony Produced by your melodious crew. And be prepared with plaudits soon. FABLE XLIII. Hog and Donkey grunted base. That echoed far and wide.Adroit performers all-.On your own shares. To make his Royal Highness sport Upon his birth-day festival.Upon your mouthing verbiage dogmatical Reflects this polysyllabic apologue enigmatical.--to grace the occasion gay.Though meaningless and inappropriate all. Two Hornets brisk the tenor try. Took upon themselves the charge The music to provide. . If not--the blame he lays On his comrade's wretched writing. Singers. much less accomplished But more self-satisfied. by the wry faces. Frog and locust took their place To do up the contra-alto. to make up the melody. Locust angrily replied. I say the Locust. Now get ye gone--and from my sight Forever banished be. And sprang the choir from out. Before the time appointed To electrify all hearts. In choosing actors competent.
in like way. as gallows e'er did cure. A contract it behoved Of the bargain to prepare.-. No matter what the blade might be--so sent His booby customer. He cleans. In this odd predicament. We see infesting all the world of Letters? One. Who his right arm had lost.-." "How can a cripple lame. away. that would a modish life begin. FABLE XLV. The shock of many a combat did withstand. if the hilt could but inspection stand.-. His friend was in the dark. and polishes. sharp and trusty. ***** With equal knavery and stupidity. 24 Sheer.Fables of Yriarte. until the maid. While this was going on within the inn.What once had been a blade of proof and honor. tempered well. They.--sure. And. Some luckless chance--who ever would have thought it?-. The whole matter understood. for friendly aid. Degrading--shame upon her!-.-. The sword was but an idle ornament. newly come to court.A clown. A certain stranger." The rogue. . An arrant knave. A Sword."-.--sad disaster!-. The blind man spoke by signs Which the mute did plainly mark.-. In turn. as good as from the skilful hand Of famous smith Toledan ever fell.Said the blind man.The innkeeper as great a blockhead. May not we charge these vile translators Who. too. he said his say. her master. The cutler saw that.To spit a hen." The cripple then the compact To paper did transfer. We must go to him at home. The mute was messenger. it several masters truly served. THE UNFORTUNATES. And sells it to the unsuspecting clown. The gestures of the mute He explained in language good. When.-. A man who.Into the kitchen took it. in wretched rivalry. cheek by jowl. Then.For the good sword of Thomas d'Ayala. by Tomas de Iriarte THE SWORD AND THE SPIT. famous writers fits-. for the time. he can hardly stir. into an inn's dark corner brought it. The blind and maimed man dictate. from his mouth. in his kitchen. "Friends. Though better fate it well deserved. one day. with their works."--said the one-armed man--. it ate itself away In useless rust. By order of the innkeeper. "I must here give up the task. accost A passing comrade of them both. seeks to sell his spits for trusty swords. from his birth. if you ask.-. To close this curious scene And conference singular. Which.Thus turning noble swords to vulgar spits. And brought them safe through dangers many."A sword should ready be another day. service long had done. was dumb And deafer than a mole.A precious blockhead.-.Did to a cutler for a sword resort.In such transactions miserably raw. and sharpens it. And the blind man. Another clothes vile works in sounding words. for the case in hand. with bad versions. then. At auctions sold for paltry penny. he must have been.At last.--"hither come? Why. takes an old and battered spit. Some trifle to arrange was set With a blind man. There--like an useless thing--upon a pin Hung up. But the schoolmaster will come And write it.
by Tomas de Iriarte 25 For this purpose any two Were enough.-. He claimed the honors of the field to win.-. beneath them here. Or expand them. ***** Were it not that in Alcarria. Which would each alone defy.-. And a little bit of candle.-Two petty coins. when I please. But. a buckle. sure you know.But what. These I contract at pleasure. my lady Magpie Proceeded to produce. some one contrived the story. This very matter happened.--and even more. In time of need. FABLE XLVI. now. FABLE XLVII." So their course forthwith they bend To see the Magpie's treasure.-. lay by. In your faithful chest you bury Every petty. a veteran. "What think you now. the crafty Monkey. To her friend. A Cock." No more he dared himself to match With the young hero. that was well known As a champion brave and stout. Then a hoop that ladies use. but again With an old Cock he had a scratch. And there. after furious din. The battered tip of scabbard Worn out in ancient war.And. he is very young. poor fellow. What I like. I've skill A thousand things to steal. "Ah! in time he'll make a pretty bird.-.-. if you prefer. Of a knife a shabby handle. Said a Magpie. of such a hapless crew." . exultant crow. Look at my jaws. Or chops. A blade of broken scissors.With an endless lot of knick-knacks. And your wealth mere trumpery.-. That good for nothing were. and whatever else is good. I have two nice snug magazines. "The fine old fellow!--surely it would be Unfair to thrash so old a chap as he. A scrap of gauze and half a comb. to me's unknown. Then the seraglio's vanquished lord.-. In which the chick such fight did show. And racy sweetmeats--I. At last got up a very pretty battle. And the old one around so sharply rattle.Said. Who club their pens and brains Some wondrous work to try. no other bird Is so wealthy as myself. foolish bird. I eat at leisure." Replied her friend: "I'll wait on you with pleasure. dear gossip. Old rags and wretched rubbish You. THE MONKEY AND THE MAGPIE. To hit off the plan devised By weak aspirants for glory.-.It might have been surmised That. For. And a Chicken but half grown Squabbled something about. straggling waif. Where I my hoard conceal In my chest. THE COCKS.And the residue in these I stow. And to Magpie answered she: "This is all an idle story. But because it keeps them safe. A little while ago." A shrewd grimace the Monkey made.As a thousand gossips know. It took no less than four. You shall see them. Pay less attention to the age Than talents of his adversary. That.-. Whereon he muttered to the rest. to serve as food. with a loud. Three pegs of a guitar. You see. Sweet nuts and tender filberts. By their united pains. friend Monkey? Don't you envy me my pelf? Upon my word. First.-. Not that they all are worth a groat. if you will.His rival out of hearing of his tongue." ***** Let him that will in strife engage On any question literary.Fables of Yriarte.Meat.--"If you'll go With me unto my dwelling. I've some pretty things to show.Of many fights. there safely to remain Till I shall hungry be again. an old colored garter. But.Who hardly left him plume or crest.
To imitate my native bursts it sought. grown crusty.-.Lay by the author's quill. in turn.Fables of Yriarte. I would not fail From it. That carp and tench may swim. And served to form a basin Where many fish were fed. FABLE XLIX. Of the watering of his flowers The Gardener thought alone. And scolds the careless sinner." The Gardener." "Nevertheless. A copious fountain played In a garden's flowery bed. So reads his Master's whim. good sir. Taste and profit to unite. "Booby! you need not water waste. That you. And you will see the good results ere long. And leave me not a fish to taste. It owes to imitation of your song. who sing so sweetly and so well. That he lets the plants go thirsty. My natural talent will by education thrive. And drained it dry. For sure." replies the Nightingale. THE GARDENER AND HIS MASTER. A Nightingale her voice one day was tuning In notes to match an organ's sonorous swell. by Tomas de Iriarte ***** 26 Shall the Monkey's lecture shrewd To the Magpie only go? The advice. In the garden. Where no meaning is apparent.Unless you have the skill.-. THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE SPARROW.-. will ever study most. FABLE XLVIII. "I marvel much. Nor yet deny--to save the fish-. Upon the parching ground. the notes the organ's pipes that swell. FABLE L. but also like My mess of fish for dinner. . And thus. your models make. till due supply For carp and tench was gone. that by and by. "The flowers I love." ***** Has the caprice some learned fancy crossed. I wish my untutored strains to modify By the deep rules of science it has taught. When by her cage a chattering Sparrow roaming Stopped--his surprise at her attempt to tell." ***** Though the maxim may be trite."Though it had learned of me. instruction to derive. is good For those who make a show Of a medley incoherent. Your imitators. shortly after. all dry and withered. I think. That hours to study given are labor lost? Who wisest is. The indignant owner found His flowers. that such strange pains you take. you see. thus. His Master soon the mischief saw.A single flower to grace the dish.
who would have believed. Hot enough. Near by--to a neighbor He met in the way-. Learn how to live. Since the break of the day I 've been out in the sun. Their morning flight to hold. A Thrush.-. All day did I trudge. Three yards of your light lace are sold Than ten of mine. His grandson asked one day. to regard the matter only." Said the grandsire. And wise as well as old. it was a yellow calabash." Reader. If I am the judge. But that. For skill is known to all To be of greater worth than raw material. in a garden near. You work in gold." ***** Let those. so very much your own. Where a well-stocked vineyard lay-.--my old lad. Well tired.The youngling answered coy. for bulk. at style who sneer. by Tomas de Iriarte THE TWO THRUSHES. The fledgling shouts--"Look there-. though wrought in heavy gold!" "That my articles exceed In value. And better far than any here I know of."Is this the fruit you puff? Who would think you were so raw? What puny. And.-.But fair business I've done. 'tis great of course. by men reputed wise. even for more doubloons. "Come with me.-. Now. If bad. he shew Where thick the clusters grew. sir. FABLE LII. THE LACE-MAKERS. "Now. "that. withered stuff! Pooh! It isn't worth a straw." As he spoke the words. I should say. But we'll make a trial fair.So elegance and finish give That form to thought. Neighbor." said he. bigger fruit enough. lived A man who made silver and gold galloons. and exhausted With the heat of the sun. Note that--as here A simple thread doth precious gold transcend-.An unpractised youth and bold.How big and nice! I call That fruit. And valued for their size. with years grown gray. The pert young pilferer saw.-. although. is it not? If a good work. ***** It may not much surprise That young birds by chaff are caught.On its luscious fruit to prey. Is stranger. be bought. condescend.He recounted the labor And spoils of the day. Will prove better than it all. A Hunter turned home. the more there is the worse. and I in thread alone.-. And a banquet rich enjoy. by which great works shall live. indeed--no trash. "A long tramp."And what fruit is there?"--"We'll see. THE HUNTER AND HIS FERRET." When they reach the garden wall.With him to go straightway. A single grape. . Books should. Is not strange. FABLE LI. 27 "Where may this vineyard be?"-. Near a lace-weaver. I'll swear. But loaded with rabbits. But the luck is not bad. my boy.Fables of Yriarte. indeed.
happy destiny. Lay a stout Pig--fat as an alderman. Sleep numbs our senses with a stupid sloth. In his box as he hung. Excepting such as they have hit upon. and stretch yourself at leisure. He never guesses--simple little elf-.-. my little friend. And the Steel cries out. by Tomas de Iriarte Without too much bragging. I say and repeat it. The Steel the Flint abused Most bitterly one day. the Cock the Lamb addressed. With the bright stars to watch." But. Yet breathe not their name. too.--some there are who never Think any doctrine sound.-. or frosty winter day. In the same yard. That you never can make Some slight mention of me?" ***** That this cogent remark The master might sting. in a convenient sty. And good companions." The Lamb hears both. beyond a doubt. in his turn. In which his sides he bruised." ***** . is just That others ought to do what suits himself. or maxim clever. A body might think. the Flint without.That the fine rule. "Good-by! Unless with me you 're used. "Now. Just what yourself are worth. In my toils do you see.--"what a delightful lot! And what a peaceful. The livelong day to slumber! Is it not? Upon the honor of a Pig. As may be very easily believed. THE FLINT AND THE STEEL." The Ferret's quick ear. THE COCK. with your leave. In fact unnerves the mind and body both. I say. 28 He was cool as some writers. To the meek Lamb.-That I did the work. After some sharp remarks They parted company. For such in farmers' yards we often see. Can you truly deny? These rabbits of yours. FABLE LIII. Let the world wag. Where a brisk Cock around at pleasure ran. Who caught them but I? So little desert. His sharp nose he poked Through its lattice of wire.To borrow from others. But it did no such thing. said he. To chip out the brilliant sparks. Who play the mean game-. In a court-yard a poultry-house did lie. Or rules as good for others' guidance own. Of little worth you'll be!" "Not much."--the thrifty Pig.No hunter in bagging The conies can beat it. His master did hear-. For the unfeeling way. Behind the court. In hot July. in this wretched world. As to snore merrily the time away. by each laid down. Soon after Piggy did his dissertation end. FABLE LIV. That." said Flint. a little Lamb there lived.I should like to inquire. AND THE LAMB.Fables of Yriarte.--"and yet. THE PIG. One must sleep sparingly. there's no such pleasure. and knows not which to trust. "Now surely you joked. "To be with health and active vigor blest. ***** So among authors.His own praise while he sung. is the true way. were all the three.
The loin and belly." ***** The botchers who. I stole from other folks. Just as of cash. to join his neighbors. He pulls apart. cruel as a Turk.He answered: "Sir. A luckless wayfarer to rob. with the filth and shreds you leave behind Where'er you go.Nor of the matter make a charge so sore! I've done such things these forty years. In the flint. by Tomas de Iriarte This little tale of ours. practised in petty theft. he stated The matters we have just related. you 're making. FABLE LVI. With microscope he then inspected Intestines. THE LIZARDS. watches. by chance. Let not your worship. This done. and tail. then. by argument of use. Let each writer bear in mind.The memoranda enters in his books. A Naturalist.Urging the long-lived blunders of the past Against the verdict by sound critics cast. trunks and cloaks. One wonders--questions one proposes-. "Now."For. But leave them ten times fuller than before.On the highways I rob. At the sharp point of murderous knife. fairly launched upon my wild career. for scrutiny. devoid of skill. FABLE LVII. neck and eye: Then takes his pen--again he looks-. Errors of speech or of expression low-.While others yet turn up their noses. Who deep study has not joined To native powers. Then. The plumpest now he has dissected. And torn the reptile limb from limb.Fables of Yriarte. no fire we find Without the help of steel. he sought The Judge upbraids him with his crime-. exhausted with his labors." ***** Do we the bandit's wretched plea allow? Yet writers give no worthier excuse. FABLE LV. pretend The faults of others' writings to amend. from earliest time I've been a rogue. 29 A villain was by hands of justice caught. That I should rob and slay a traveller-. hang you for a Broom!"--said she in wrath-. More dirt than you clean up upon your path. Now--no compunction left-. A Housemaid once was sweeping out a room With a worn-out and very dirty Broom. and even of his life. THE JUDGE AND THE ROBBER. 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. When buckles. THE HOUSEMAID AND THE BROOM.A little writes and recapitulates-. and skin. And swords. And coolly sets himself at work To anatomize the little wretches. without a fear. in friendly chat. and more. the scientific man Gave o'er. Nor does Genius aught avail Without the aid of Art. Some curious friends. dropped in to see The subject of his shrewd anatomy. paws. In his old haunts. The other Lizard jumped and ran. They both are sure to fail. make such a stir. Who justify. To them. Two Lizards in his garden catches. . Long as they work apart. To fresh dissection then himself betakes. I houses sacked. to my mind.
Because of his hands He had better control. He had in his head. no wonder. The Monkey. . invited to a feast.-. Hare and Eat. The Mole. Now. Sure. by Tomas de Iriarte 30 "You need not doubt it."--said he. who gross blunders make. 'Tis honoring too much the matter. if any one can see The use--no point needs unsupported be.Whatever spiteful folks may say." ***** It is not worth the while to natter The pride of writers we despise. Gives them occasion to surmise Their claims to be of some amount. A knot of friends. Drew out his Watch. another. At the game of the blind man Together to play. In the impartial public's eyes-. and.With a Fox. Thus he concluded all the disputation: "To quote opinion and authority Against the truth. He. our high station Let us with dignity maintain. And said. forsooth. I doubt not. we are worthy great consideration-. But with our story we will now go on.The first authority that comes to hand. and must admit.--"Surely I For this fun am just fitted-." He asks to come in. THE MOLE AND OTHER ANIMALS. For all can surely see." FABLE LVIII. in us. noble brothers.-. No single Watch agreed with any other. THE WATCHES. by his comrades for a reason pressed. that ten less than the last. A Mole heard their frolic. clearly. Their paltry trash in serious way To note--your pains will never pay. he blinded The eyes of the whole. At table sat--a loitering guest." "But"--said the loiterer--"what needs argue more? I trust my Watch. your Watch is slow. Some four-footed creatures Assembled one day. Sought for his tardiness to make excuse: And. Brimful of his tricks-. The livelong day this man did spend Over the body of our friend. "Friend. If. It was. The rest of us came near an hour ago."For everything myself did see. holding it on high. consulted--and the hour Was three o'clock and just two minutes more. Then. as I have said before. at half. Of Lizards to make great account. 'Tis two precisely--wherefore this abuse?" "Absurd!" they answered. And a Squirrel--made six. With his skin-covered eyes. The guests all round next eagerly began To pull their Watches out to test the fact.One at the quarter stood. This fourteen more. By luck. I pray. To call us vermin who shall dare? 'Tis gross abuse--as all must own. Some mischief. his Chronometer by observation Carefully set."Whatever spiteful folks may say. The Monkey agreed. Many opinions there may be--but only one is truth!" FABLE LIX. not I. all was doubt and question and vexation. at each step. Then quote--in order to make good their stand-. To condescend to criticize. A Dog and a Monkey. friends. attributes so rare Are worth such pains in writing down. Who came long after all the rest." Now let each wiser man this reference take To foolish authors.I think I will try. One made it six and thirty minutes past. Would stumble and blunder.Fables of Yriarte.-. Replied--"'Tis you are out of time. their entertainer chanced to be A great proficient in astronomy.For all men like to prove their words exact.
is good--let us learn it It often would be much better to burn it. A red Owl was sitting quietly Up in his hole. Although."-.The youngster said.-. master. now--this step and posture--see If I. in the day's broad face. To be blind-man." As he says this. Than modest owls in our own hollow tree. my comrades. to the world. my good sir. Said he. of course. FABLE LXII. THE OWL AND THE TOAD. to get up a sham-. His Moleship was caught. get printed we must. by Tomas de Iriarte At the very first trial.--you'll find out This is not the last tumble you will catch. and let us see. Why should you wish my motions so to fetter? I lack not strength. look.--"What are we doing? You've not blinded my eyes.--it is all one thing. "To attempt by daylight to make a great show."What's coming now? What are you doing. I cannot see." FABLE LXI." ***** If a creature purblind Thus pretends he can see. like me?" Alas! how few of us authors live By the good advice the Owl doth give! All the nonsense we write. in a hollow tree. . what use one can devise For such a clumsy load. Will hardly do for me--well I know.As well may be thought. he throws the pole away-.-.Fables of Yriarte.Answered the Owl to the Toad below.-.Don't you think it would far better be. with accent merry. "And for you.-. Where he chanced to catch the curious eye Of a great Toad that was hopping by. Which you call balance-pole or counterpoise! In rope-dancing.The master said. THE OIL-MERCHANT'S ASS. Will the blockhead confess himself Stupid--think ye? FABLE LX. Look. If you hid in another hole. prithee. For instance.--"Good master."-.With affected surprise.Spoke out the Toad. Sir Solitary!"-. As an unpractised urchin lessons took In dancing. How this great staff bothers and wearies me. up there. But conspicuous toads we rather would be. Handsome or ugly. whether you be." "I have never set up for an elegant beau.-. "Holloa. pray?" He's flat upon his back in half a minute! "At your best friend you grumble--silly wretch. nor yet activity. To him it now fell: And who was there fitted To act it so well? 31 But.--displaying your grace So jauntily now. without the pole. On slack or tight rope. of a veteran of the ring. THE ROPE-DANCER. it be dry as the dust. there's not one whit of trouble in it. can't do it better.--"and if you choose to scout The aid of art and method."Poke out your head.Without much ado. The lesson.
if they will Grow wiser."-. By no such foolish question vexed. It will be washy still and crude. let them heed this story."Nothing.-.-.Poor Donkey did exclaim. One praising ancient lore-. Who glosing tales for cheatery use. Their opponents' theory they abuse. Where wine-bibbers--a goodly crowd-Tasted and argued.-.-. there are. I tell you now. a noisy Frog Heard a Hen cackling near his bog. So cease. New wines."-. "Begone!" said he. fine. With foot o'er-worn by toil. I drain the flask. In any vintage. I've tasted of the juice of grape. Of either side the rabid hum The cellar filled to overflowing.An Oilman's hack. Those you despise--although surpassed. in its first hour.-. I take the jolly toper's text. Time cannot make the poor wine good. The occasion was. As days gone by--so generous. for choice of wine. If mean it was. my way Into my own stable cannot find. In nothing changed. good friends."By jolly Bacchus. From Malaga unto Peralta. By age will mellow and refine. Which on its head bears ancient date. another. From Valdepeñas to Oporto. or bottle. With obstinacy. whate'er it is. Than vinegar a century ago. But when 'tis good. THE CONNOISSEURS. In the opinion of the rest. Of every kind. Enough--to settle the dispute-. too. so mellow and so fragrant. from time to time. who every day Carry tuns of oil. In cask. Hogshead or tub. More than if I were stone-blind. From the Canary Isles to Malta.-. By certain vintages--yet may Tickle the palates of a future day. that many tried Veterans their voices did combine.And deserve no more.Though some despise for being new. What's all this shocking fuss about. No one is fitted. But. in times long past. dear sir. talked and sipped again. without a word. distinguish and to judge. To tell the right one from the wrong one. I use. that those who glory In buying books they never read. Their wines I know--and many more." ***** Many a learned bore Keeps up a constant bother. A quarrel rose. I beg?"-. by Tomas de Iriarte 32 Once on a time. And ever do eschew. the divine. Once on a time."That I. That no such drinks our times supplied. THE FROG AND THE HEN. From Xeres' plains to Tudela. in every shape. The good. Fare as ill. by my troth. You see that I am from Navarre. The later wines were deemed the best. idle declamation Picked up from interested Jews. stumbling.Modern alone. Worth no jot more this hour. When an old toper chanced to come-. an Ass.-. FABLE LXIV. And never vex myself to ask. For want of one poor lamp?" ***** Much I fear. but turning sour. 'tis folly great To think that every cask of wine. To taste. "your clamor rude Disturbs our quiet neighborhood. "Now. struck his nose The cruellest of blows Upon the door's projecting clamp. or earthen jar. A well-stocked wine-cellar within. jug or skin. And surely to lay down the law. both long and loud.Fables of Yriarte.Among such worthies 'tis a strong one-.-.Bearing upon his back A huge skin filled with oil.--letting slip an oath. is it not a shame.Bad wine I hold in low repute. If it be old or new. refuse. Into his stable sought to pass.Mere trashy. FABLE LXIII."Better than I. Their notion termed exaggeration. luscious wine.Which very safely may compare With any wines that ever grew. No such delicious.--but. I'll not grudge. Said he then.A famous connoisseur and knowing. your idle din. The bad. but that I've . So ripe. rude and flagrant. Occasionally. you know.
"--said the snob. There is time enough yet.And the topic for somebody stands. in buying some books.--no matter for cost. they say. For a fable a subject I have. A Beetle contemptible. And so let him trick out his verse. Of said fable the hero I choose. That ten times as stupid. Hold you your tongue! You do no good at all. In Madrid. he was too.To this wealthy dolt.He will ne'er eat the leaf of a rose.-.-. Whose fancy more cheerily chimes. Which not always are matched to our hands. though small. 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. "It vexes me much." said the other. To wind up the whole. too. as the flowers' beautiful queen With no coarse. THE BEETLE.-. 'twill be a pretty good job." "A single egg! and therefore such a rout?"-- 33 "Yes. by Tomas de Iriarte laid an egg.-. "how strange that the case To me never occurred. By a sentence pithy and terse. let him show. I'll supply the want soon. every one knows That--although from no filth he refrains-.--an ornament great.So useful and elegant. 'Pon my honor. THE RICH MAN'S LIBRARY. While. well finished. Just what he could have us to know. Send a cabinet-maker to put up some shelves. As she always will be at odd times-.For I want one paltry and low. filthy beetle agrees. we will busy ourselves. FABLE LXVI. Of this insect.Fables of Yriarte. Capacious. That. some tasteless writers no keen Or delicate fancy can please.-. a single egg.Whose magnificent mansion made ample display Of furniture gorgeous and costly and new. But this moral conclusive rehearse. With adornments according to taste. This astonishing taste he explains. I say. Are you so troubled. that a house so complete. Inspects and approves: "And now. So."I must go out and look up some twelve thousand tomes.--but for rhymes To-day my muse is too grave. Then.To make it all perfect."-."Should a Library lack. as rich. there was a rich man--and." The cases are done." FABLE LXV. For this writing of fables demands That in verse our ideas should flow. and. the owner he comes. as well as his talents allow. ." "To be sure. neighbor Frog. by the way. no time shall be lost. said a neighbor one day.-. Here the author should lavish his pains. now. in the first place. I devote to the purpose the northern saloon.
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