Fables of Yriarte, by Tomas de Iriarte

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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.

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I do not flatter myself that it will make any conspicuous addition to the worthy achievements that have already graced our roll with names that rank high in the lists of Science, Philosophy and Literature. But it is pleasant to me to connect this translation of a college text-book--used by us all, long ago, within the walls of old Harvard--with the memory of youthful pursuits that have never lost their charm for the mind, and early associations that retain, with all their original freshness and geniality, their hold upon the heart. PREFACE. The Fable has always been a popular mode of conveying certain kinds of instruction. The brief and simple illustrations it affords give additional weight and point to moral apothegms or sententious criticisms. Like the feather on the shaft, they serve to increase the force and direct the aim more certainly to the mark. A pertinent fact or an apt fiction breathes, even into a dry and curt axiom, a living and practical interest which opens to it hearts and heads that would otherwise pass it by with indifference, or revolt from it with impatience. Many of these unpretending allegories have been familiar to us all, in childhood, in a great variety of dresses, and have long formed a standard part of our literature--congenial alike to nursery days and to mature age. The fables contained in the little collection here translated are not, with one or two exceptions, found among the widely popular and familiar fables to which we have alluded. They were written in a foreign tongue, less generally understood, among us, than some other of the European languages; and they are designed for a special and somewhat abstruse purpose. Both these circumstances tend to narrow their sphere of circulation; and we presume that they form a book little known to most English readers. If we do not err in our estimate of them, the Literary Fables of Don Thomas De Yriarte are well worthy of perusal. They are aptly and ingeniously adapted to the truths they seek to inculcate; and they are remarkable for a terse simplicity of form and style, well suited to the objects and character of such productions. The maxims and criticisms they enforce must approve themselves to the mind, both of the professed scholar and the general reader.

Fables of Yriarte, by Tomas de Iriarte

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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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