In the extreme end of a village a Fox one day went to have a peep at a hen-roost. He had the bad luck to fall into a well, where he swam first to this side, and then to that side, but could not get out with all his pains. At last, as chance would have it, a poor Goat came to the same place to seek for some drink. "So ho! friend Fox," said he, "you quaff it off there at a great rate: I hope by this time you have quenched your thirst." "Thirst!" said the sly rogue; "what I have found here to drink is so clear, and so sweet, that I cannot take myfill of it; do, pray, come down, my dear, and have a taste of it." With that, in plumped the Goat as he bade him; but as soon as he was down, the Fox jumped on his horns, and leaped out of the well in a trice; and as he went off, "Good bye, my wise friend," said he; "if you had as much brains as you have beard, I should have been in the well still, and you might have stood on the brink of it to laugh at me, as I now do at you."
MORAL.
A rogue will give up the best friend he has to get out of a scrape; so that we ought to know what a man is, that we may judge how far we may trust to what he says.
An old Frog, being wonderfully struck with the size and majesty of an Ox that was grazing in the marshes, was seized with the desire to expand herself to the same portly magnitude. After puffing and swelling for some time, "What think you," said she, to her young ones, "will this do?" "Far from it," said they. "Will this?" "By nomeans." "But this surely will?" "Nothing like it," they replied. After many fruitless and ridiculous efforts to the same purpose, the foolish Frog burst her skin, and miserably expired upon the spot.
MORAL.
To attempt what is out of our power, and to rival those greater than ourselves, is sure to expose us to contempt and ruin.
AcertainMan had a Goose, which laid him a golden egg every day. But, not contented with this, which rather increased than abated his avarice, he was resolved to kill the Goose, and cut up her belly, so that he might come to the inexhaustible treasure which he fancied she had within her, without being obliged to wait for the slow production of a single egg daily. He did so, and, to his great sorrow and disappointment, found nothing within.
MORAL.
The man that hastes to become rich often finds that he has only brought on ruin.
The Bull, and several other beasts, were ambitious of the honour of hunting with the Lion. His savage Majesty graciously condescended to their desire; and it was agreed that they should have an equal share in whatever might be taken. They scour the forest, are unanimous in the pursuit, and, after a long chase, pull down a noble stag. It was divided with great dexterity by the Bull into four equal parts; but just as he was going to secure his share—"Hold!" says the Lion, "let no one presume to help himself till he hath heard our just and reasonable claims. I seize upon the first quarter by virtue of my prerogative; the second I claim as due to my superior conduct and courage; I cannot forego the third, on account of the necessities of my den; and if anyone is inclined to dispute my right to the fourth, let him speak." Awed by the majesty of his frown, and the terror of his paws, they silently withdrew, resolving never to hunt again but with their equals.
MORAL.
Be certain that those who have great power are honest before you place yourselves in their hands, or you will be deprived of your just rights.
The Ant, compelled by thirst, went to drink in a clear, purling rivulet; but the current, with its circling eddy, snatched her away, and carried her down the stream. A Dove, pitying her distressed condition, cropped a branch from a neighbouring tree and let it fall into the water, by means of which the Ant saved herself and got ashore. Not long after, a Fowler, having a design against the Dove, planted his nets in due order, without the bird's observing what he was about; which the Ant perceiving, just as he was going to put his design into execution, she bit his heel, and made him give so sudden a start, that the Dove took the alarm, and flew away.
MORAL.
Kindness to others seldom fails of its reward; and none is so weak that he may not be able in some fashion to repay it. Let us show kindness without looking for a return, but a blessing will surely follow.
AFoxbeing caught in a steel trap by his tail, was glad to compound for his escape with the loss of it; but on coming abroad into the world, began to be so sensible of the disgrace such a defect would bring upon him, that he almost wished he had died rather than left it behind him. However, to make the best of a bad matter, he formed a project in his head to call an assembly of the rest of the Foxes, and propose it for their imitation as a fashion which would be very agreeable and becoming. He did so, and made a long harangue upon the unprofitableness of tails in general, and endeavoured chiefly to show the awkwardness and inconvenience of a Fox's tail in particular; adding that it would be both more graceful and more expeditious to be altogether without them, and that, for his part, what he had only imagined and conjectured before, he now found by experience; for that he never enjoyed himself so well, nor found himself so easy as he had done since he cut off his tail. He said no more, but looked about with a brisk air to see what proselytes he had gained; when a sly old Fox in the company, who understood trap, answered him, with a leer, "I believe you may have found a conveniency in parting with your tail; and when we are in the same circumstances, perhaps we may do so too."
THE FOX WITHOUT A TAIL.THE FOX WITHOUT A TAIL.
MORAL.
It is common for men to wish others reduced to their own level, and we ought to guard against such advice as may proceed from this principle.
As in the sunshine of the morn,A Butterfly, but newly born,Sat proudly perking on a rose,With pert conceit his bosom glows;His wings, all glorious to behold,Bedropt with azure, jet and gold,Wide he displays; the spangled dewReflects his eyes, and various hue.His now forgotten friend, a Snail,Beneath his house, with slimy trail,Crawls o'er the grass; whom, when he spies,In wrath he to the gardener cries:"What means yon peasant's daily toil,From choaking weeds to rid the soil?Why wake you to the morning's care?Why with new arts correct the year?Why glows the peach with crimson hue?And why the plum's inviting blue?Were they to feast his taste designed,That vermin, of voracious kind?Crush, then, the slow, the pilf'ring race;So purge thy garden from disgrace.""What arrogance!" the Snail replied;"How insolent is upstart pride!Hadst thou not thus, with insult vain,Provoked my patience to complain,I had concealed thy meaner birth,Nor traced thee to the scum of earth:For, scarce nine suns have wak'd the hours,To swell the fruit, and paint the flowers,Since I thy humbler life surveyed,In base, in sordid guise arrayed;A hideous insect, vile, unclean,You dragg'd a slow and noisome train;And from your spider-bowels drewFoul film, and spun the dirty clue.I own my humble life, good friend;Snail was I born, and Snail shall end.And what's a Butterfly? At best,He's but a Caterpillar, dress'd;And all thy race (a numerous seed)Shall prove of Caterpillar breed."
As in the sunshine of the morn,A Butterfly, but newly born,Sat proudly perking on a rose,With pert conceit his bosom glows;His wings, all glorious to behold,Bedropt with azure, jet and gold,Wide he displays; the spangled dewReflects his eyes, and various hue.
His now forgotten friend, a Snail,Beneath his house, with slimy trail,Crawls o'er the grass; whom, when he spies,In wrath he to the gardener cries:
"What means yon peasant's daily toil,From choaking weeds to rid the soil?Why wake you to the morning's care?Why with new arts correct the year?Why glows the peach with crimson hue?And why the plum's inviting blue?Were they to feast his taste designed,That vermin, of voracious kind?Crush, then, the slow, the pilf'ring race;So purge thy garden from disgrace."
"What arrogance!" the Snail replied;"How insolent is upstart pride!Hadst thou not thus, with insult vain,Provoked my patience to complain,I had concealed thy meaner birth,Nor traced thee to the scum of earth:For, scarce nine suns have wak'd the hours,To swell the fruit, and paint the flowers,Since I thy humbler life surveyed,In base, in sordid guise arrayed;A hideous insect, vile, unclean,You dragg'd a slow and noisome train;And from your spider-bowels drewFoul film, and spun the dirty clue.I own my humble life, good friend;Snail was I born, and Snail shall end.And what's a Butterfly? At best,He's but a Caterpillar, dress'd;And all thy race (a numerous seed)Shall prove of Caterpillar breed."
MORAL.
All upstarts, insolent in place,Remind us of their vulgar race.
All upstarts, insolent in place,Remind us of their vulgar race.
AWolf, after too greedily devouring his prey, happened to have a bone stick in his throat, which gave him so much pain that he went howling up and down, and importuning every creature he met to lend him a kind hand in order to his relief; nay, he even promised a reward to anyone who should undertake the operation with success. At last the Crane, tempted with the lucre of the reward, and having first made the Wolf confirm his promise with an oath, undertook the business, and ventured his long neck into the rapacious felon's throat.
In short, he plucked out the bone, and expected the promised gratuity; when the Wolf, turning his eyes disdainfullytowards him, said, "I did not think you had been so unreasonable! Have I not suffered you safely to draw your neck out of my jaws? And have you the conscience to demand a further reward?"
MORAL.
When we do good to bad men, we must not expect good from them.
Once on a time, a foolish Frog,Vain, proud, and stupid as a log,Tired with the marsh, her native home,Imprudently abroad would roam,And fix her habitation whereShe'd breathe at least a purer air.She was resolved to change, that's poz;Could she be worse than where she was?Away the silly creature leaps.A Rat, who saw her lab'ring steps,Cried out, "Where in this hurry, pray?You certainly will go astray!""Ne'er fear; I quit that filthy bog,Where I so long have croaked incog:People of talents, sure, should thrive,And not be buried thus alive.But, pray (for I'm extremely dry),Know you of any water nigh?""None," said the Rat, "you'll reach to-day,As you so slowly make your way.Believe a friend, and take my word,This jaunt of yours is quite absurd.Go to your froggery again;In your own element remain."No: on the journey she was bent,Her thirst increasing as she went;For want of drink she scarce can hop,And yet despairing of a drop:Too late she moans her folly past;She faints, she sinks, she breathes her last.
Once on a time, a foolish Frog,Vain, proud, and stupid as a log,Tired with the marsh, her native home,Imprudently abroad would roam,And fix her habitation whereShe'd breathe at least a purer air.She was resolved to change, that's poz;Could she be worse than where she was?
Away the silly creature leaps.A Rat, who saw her lab'ring steps,Cried out, "Where in this hurry, pray?You certainly will go astray!"
"Ne'er fear; I quit that filthy bog,Where I so long have croaked incog:People of talents, sure, should thrive,And not be buried thus alive.But, pray (for I'm extremely dry),Know you of any water nigh?"
"None," said the Rat, "you'll reach to-day,As you so slowly make your way.Believe a friend, and take my word,This jaunt of yours is quite absurd.Go to your froggery again;In your own element remain."No: on the journey she was bent,Her thirst increasing as she went;For want of drink she scarce can hop,And yet despairing of a drop:Too late she moans her folly past;She faints, she sinks, she breathes her last.
MORAL.
Vulgar minds will pay full dear,When once they move beyond their sphere.
Vulgar minds will pay full dear,When once they move beyond their sphere.
Two Cocks were fighting for the sovereignty of the dunghill, and one of them having got the better of the other, he that was vanquished crept into a hole, and hid himself for some time; but the victor flew up to an eminent place, clapt his wings, and crowed out victory. An Eagle, who was watching for his prey near the place, saw him, and, making a swoop, trussed him up in his talons, and carried him off. The Cock that had been beaten, perceiving this, soon quitted his hole, and, shaking off all remembrance of his late disgrace, gallanted the hens with all the intrepidity imaginable.
MORAL.
Before honour is humility. We must not be too much elevated by prosperity lest we meet a grievous fall.
THE FIGHTING COCK AND EAGLE.THE FIGHTING COCK AND EAGLE.
ADiamond, of great beauty and lustre, observing, not only many other gems of a lower class ranged together with himself in the same cabinet, but a Loadstone likewise placed not far from him, began to question the latter how he came there, and what pretensions he had to be ranked among the precious stones; he, who appeared to be no better than a mere flint, a sorry, coarse, rusty-looking pebble, without any the least shining quality to advance him to such an honour; and concluded with desiring him to keep his distance, and pay a proper respect to his superiors.
"I find," said the Loadstone, "you judge by external appearances, and condemn without due examination; but I will not act so ungenerously by you. I am willing to allow you your due praise: you are a pretty bauble; I am mightily delighted to see you glitter and sparkle; I look upon you with pleasure and surprise; but I must be convinced you are of some sort of use before I acknowledge that you have any real merit, or treat you with that respect which you seem to demand. With regard to myself, I confess my deficiency inoutward beauty; but I may venture to say, that I make amends by my intrinsic qualities. The great improvement of navigation is entirely owing to me. By me the distant parts of the world have been made known and are accessible to each other; the remotest nations are connected together, and all, as it were, united into one common society; by a mutual intercourse they relieve one another's wants, and all enjoy the several blessings peculiar to each. The world is indebted to me for its wealth, its splendour, and its power; and the arts and sciences are, in a great measure, obliged to me for their improvements, and their continual increase. All these blessings I am the origin of; for by my aid it is that man is enable to construct that valuable instrument, the Mariner's Compass."
MORAL.
Let dazzling stones in splendour glare;Utility's the gem for wear.
Let dazzling stones in splendour glare;Utility's the gem for wear.
ABearhappened to be stung by a Bee; and the pain was so acute, that in the madness of revenge he ran into the garden, and overturned the hive. This outrage provoked their anger to such a degree that it brought the fury of the whole swarm upon him. They attacked him with such violence that his life was in danger, and it was with the utmost difficulty that he made his escape, wounded from head to tail. In this desperate condition, lamenting his misfortunes, and licking his sores, he could not forbear reflecting how much more advisable it had been to have patiently borne one injury, than by an unprofitable resentment to have provoked a thousand.
MORAL.
It is more prudent to acquiesce under an injury from a single person, then by an act of vengeance to bring upon us the resentment of a whole community.
The Frogs, living an easy, free life everywhere among the lakes and ponds, assembled together one day, in a very tumultuous manner, and petitioned Jupiter to let them have a king, who might inspect their morals, and make them live a little honester. Jupiter, being at that time in pretty good humour, was pleased to laugh heartily at their ridiculous request, and, throwing a little log down into the pool, cried, "There is a king for you!" The sudden splash which this made by its fall into the water, at first terrified them so exceedingly that they were afraid to come near it. But, in a little time, seeing it lie still without moving, they ventured, by degrees, to approach it; and at last, finding there was no danger, they leaped upon it, and, in short, treated it as familiarly as they pleased. But, not contented with so insipid a king as this was, they sent their deputies to petition again for another sort of one; for this they neither did nor could like. Upon that he sent them a Stork, who, without any ceremony, fell devouring and eating them up, one after another, as fast as he could. Then they applied themselves privately to Mercury, and got him to speak to Jupiter in their behalf, that he would be so good as to bless them again with another king,or restore them to their former state. "No," says he; "since it was their own choice, let the obstinate wretches suffer the punishment due to their folly."
MORAL.
This fable teaches that it is better to be content with our present condition, however bad we may think it, than, by ambitious change, to risk making it worse.
The Boarstood whetting his tusks against an old tree. The Fox, who happened to come by at the same time, asked him why he made those martial preparations of whetting his teeth, since there was no enemy near, that he could perceive. "That may be, Master Reynard," says the Boar, "but we should scour up our arms, while we have leisure, you know; for, in time of danger, we shall have something else to do."
MORAL.
It is well to have preparations made for all emergencies, that when we are placed in any difficult position we may be calm and self-possessed. These preparations are best made in times of leisure.
A Goathaving taken shelter from the heat of the sun under the broad leaves of a shady-spreading vine, began to crop and eat them; by this means, the branches being put into a rustling motion, he drew the eyes of some hunters who were passing that way, and, seeing the vine stir, thought some wild beast had taken covert there; they shot their arrows at a venture, and killed the Goat, who, before he expired, uttered his dying words to this purpose: "Ah! I suffer justly for my ingratitude, who could not forbear doing an injury to the vine that had so kindly afforded me shelter."
MORAL.
Ingratitude is a great crime, and from which we should seek earnestly to be preserved. He that is capable of injuring his benefactor, what would he scruple to do towards another?
THE VINE AND THE GOAT.THE VINE AND THE GOAT.
AsJupiteronce was receiving petitionsFrom birds and from beasts of all ranks and conditions;With an eye full of fire, and mane quite erect,Which, I'm sorry to say, shewed but little respect,The Horse went as near as he dared to the throne,And thus made his donkey-like sentiments known:"For beauty of symmetry, fleetness, and force,It is said that all animals yield to the Horse;While my spirit I feel, and my figure I viewIn the brook, I'm inclined to believe it is true;But still, mighty Jupiter, still, by your aid,In my form might some further improvements be made.To run is my duty, and swifter and strongerI surely should go, were my legs to be longer:And as man always places a seat on my back,I should have been made with a saddle or sack;It had savedhimmuch trouble, on journies departing,AndIhad been constantly ready for starting."Great Jupiter smiled (for he laughed at the brute,As he saw more of folly than vice in his suit),And striking the earth with omnipotent force,A Camel rose up near the terrified Horse:He trembled—he started—his mane shook with fright,And he staggered half round, as preparing for flight."Behold!" exclaimed Jove, "there an animal standsWith both your improvements at once to your hands:His legs are much longer; the hump on his backWell answers the purpose of saddle or sack:Of your shapes, tell me, which is more finished and trim?Speak out, silly Horse, would you wish to be him?"The Horse looked abashed, and had nothing to sayAnd Jove, with reproaches, thus sent him away:"Begone, till you gratefully feel and expressYour thanks for the blessings and gifts you possess.The Camel, though plain, is mild, useful, and good;You are handsome, but proud, discontented and rude."
AsJupiteronce was receiving petitionsFrom birds and from beasts of all ranks and conditions;With an eye full of fire, and mane quite erect,Which, I'm sorry to say, shewed but little respect,The Horse went as near as he dared to the throne,And thus made his donkey-like sentiments known:
"For beauty of symmetry, fleetness, and force,It is said that all animals yield to the Horse;While my spirit I feel, and my figure I viewIn the brook, I'm inclined to believe it is true;But still, mighty Jupiter, still, by your aid,In my form might some further improvements be made.To run is my duty, and swifter and strongerI surely should go, were my legs to be longer:And as man always places a seat on my back,I should have been made with a saddle or sack;It had savedhimmuch trouble, on journies departing,AndIhad been constantly ready for starting."
Great Jupiter smiled (for he laughed at the brute,As he saw more of folly than vice in his suit),And striking the earth with omnipotent force,A Camel rose up near the terrified Horse:He trembled—he started—his mane shook with fright,And he staggered half round, as preparing for flight.
"Behold!" exclaimed Jove, "there an animal standsWith both your improvements at once to your hands:His legs are much longer; the hump on his backWell answers the purpose of saddle or sack:Of your shapes, tell me, which is more finished and trim?Speak out, silly Horse, would you wish to be him?"
The Horse looked abashed, and had nothing to sayAnd Jove, with reproaches, thus sent him away:"Begone, till you gratefully feel and expressYour thanks for the blessings and gifts you possess.The Camel, though plain, is mild, useful, and good;You are handsome, but proud, discontented and rude."
Arumouronce prevailed that a neighbouring mountain was in labour; it was affirmed that she had been heard to utter prodigious groans; and a general expectation had been raised that some extraordinary birth was at hand.
Multitudes flocked in much eagerness to be witnesses of the wonderful event, one expecting her to be delivered of a giant, another of some enormous monster, and all were in earnest expectation of something grand and astonishing; when, after waiting with great impatience a considerable time, behold, out crept a Mouse.
MORAL.
To raise uncommon expectations renders an ordinary event ridiculous.
The Fox, though in general more inclined to roguery than wit, had once a strong inclination to play the wag with his neighbour the Stork. He accordingly invited her to dinner in due form. But when she came to the table, theStork found it consisted entirely of different soups, served in broad, shallow dishes, so that she could only dip the end of her bill in them, but could not possibly satisfy her hunger. The Fox lapped them up very readily, and every now and then addressing himself to his guest, desired to know how she liked her entertainment, hoped that everything was to her liking, and protested he was very sorry to see her eat so sparingly.
The Stork, perceiving she was jested with, took no notice, but pretended to like every dish extremely; and, at parting, pressed the Fox so earnestly to return her visit that he could not, in civility, refuse.
The day arrived, and he repaired to his appointment. But, to his great dismay, he found the dinner was composed of minced meat, served up in long, narrow-necked bottles; so that he was only tantalized with the sight of what it was impossible for him to taste. The Stork thrust in her long bill, and helped herself very plentifully; then, turning to Reynard, who was eagerly licking the outside of a jar where some sauce had been spilled, "I am very glad," said she, smiling, "that you appear to have so good an appetite. I hope you will make as hearty a dinner at my table as I did the other day at yours." The Fox hung down his head, and looked very much displeased. "Nay, nay!" said the Stork; "don't pretend to be out of humour about the matter; they that cannot take a jest should never make one."
The Stag, with his sharp horns, got the better of the Horse, and drove him clear out of the pasture where they used to feed together. So the latter craved the assistance of man, and, in order to receive the benefit of it, suffered him to put a bridle into his mouth, and a saddle upon his back. By this means he entirely defeated his enemy, but was mightily disappointed when, upon returning thanks, and desiring to be dismissed, he received this answer: "No; I never knew before how useful a drudge you were; now I have found out what you are good for, you may depend upon it, I will keep you to it."
MORAL.
Help yourself, if you can do so; but at any rate, before you seek the assistance of a powerful man, be sure that the help he gives you will be disinterested, or you may find that in helping you he may put you under obligations fatal to liberty.
AMan, who was very skilful with his bow, went up into the forest to hunt. At his approach, there was a great consternation and rout among the wild beasts, the Lion alone showing any determination to fight. "Stop," said the Archer to him, "and await my messenger, who has somewhat to say to you." With that, he sent an arrow after the Lion, and wounded him in the side. The Lion, smarting with anguish, fled into the depths of the forest; but a Fox, seeing him run, bade him take courage, and face his enemy. "No," said the Lion, "you will not persuade me to that; for if the messenger he sends is so sharp, what must be the power of him who sends it?"
MORAL.
It is better to yield to a superior force than foolishly brave its power.
THE LION WOUNDED.THE LION WOUNDED.
An Ass, finding a Lion's skin, disguised himself with it, and ranged about the forest, putting all the beasts that saw him into bodily fear. After he had diverted himself thus for some time, he met a Fox, and, being desirous to frighten him too, as well as the rest, he leapt at him with some fierceness, and endeavoured to imitate the roaring of the Lion.
"Your humble servant," says the Fox, "if you had held your tongue, I might have taken you for a Lion, as others did; but now you bray I know who you are."
MORAL.
A silent man may pass for a wise man, but when we hear him speak we are able to form an estimate of his value.
'Tis said, that Jove had once a farm to let,And sent down Mercury, his common crier,To make the most that he could get;Or sell it to the highest buyer.To view the premises the people flocked:And, as 'tis usual in such case,Began to run them down apace;The soil was poor, the farm ill stocked:In short, a barren, miserable place,Scarce worth th' expense to draw a lease.One bolder, tho' not wiser than the rest,Offered to pay in so much rent,Provided he had Jove's consentTo guide the weather just as he thought best;Or wet, or dry; or cold, or hot;Whate'er he asked should be his lot;To all which Jove gave a consenting nod.The seasons now obsequious stand,Quick to obey their lord's command,And now the Farmer undertakes the god;Now calls for sunshine, now for rains,Dispels the clouds, the wind restrains;But still confined within his farm alone,He makes a climate all his own;For when he sheds, or when he pours,Refreshing dews, or soaking showers,His neighbours never share a drop;So much the better for their crop;Each glebe a plenteous harvest yields;Whilst our director spoils his fields.Next year, he tries a different way;New moulds the seasons, and directs again;But all in vain:His neighbour's grounds still thrive while his decay.What does he do in this sad plight?For once he acted right:He to the god his fate bemoaned,Asked pardon, and his folly owned.Jove, like a tender master, fond to save,His weakness pityed, and his fault forgave.
'Tis said, that Jove had once a farm to let,And sent down Mercury, his common crier,To make the most that he could get;Or sell it to the highest buyer.
To view the premises the people flocked:And, as 'tis usual in such case,Began to run them down apace;The soil was poor, the farm ill stocked:In short, a barren, miserable place,Scarce worth th' expense to draw a lease.
One bolder, tho' not wiser than the rest,Offered to pay in so much rent,Provided he had Jove's consentTo guide the weather just as he thought best;Or wet, or dry; or cold, or hot;Whate'er he asked should be his lot;
To all which Jove gave a consenting nod.The seasons now obsequious stand,Quick to obey their lord's command,And now the Farmer undertakes the god;Now calls for sunshine, now for rains,Dispels the clouds, the wind restrains;
But still confined within his farm alone,He makes a climate all his own;For when he sheds, or when he pours,Refreshing dews, or soaking showers,
His neighbours never share a drop;So much the better for their crop;Each glebe a plenteous harvest yields;Whilst our director spoils his fields.
Next year, he tries a different way;New moulds the seasons, and directs again;But all in vain:His neighbour's grounds still thrive while his decay.
What does he do in this sad plight?For once he acted right:He to the god his fate bemoaned,Asked pardon, and his folly owned.Jove, like a tender master, fond to save,His weakness pityed, and his fault forgave.
MORAL.
He, who presumes the ways of heaven to scan,Is not a wise, nor yet a happy man:In this firm truth securely we may rest,—Whatever Providence ordains is best;Had man the power, he'd work his own undoing;To grant his will would be to cause his ruin.
He, who presumes the ways of heaven to scan,Is not a wise, nor yet a happy man:In this firm truth securely we may rest,—Whatever Providence ordains is best;Had man the power, he'd work his own undoing;To grant his will would be to cause his ruin.
AcertainJackdaw was so proud and ambitious that, not contented to live within his own sphere, he picked up the feathers which fell from the Peacocks, stuck them among his own, and very confidently introduced himself into an assembly of those beautiful birds. They soon found him out, stripped him of his borrowed plumes, and falling upon him with their sharp bills, punished him as his presumption deserved.
Upon this, full of grief and affliction, he returned to his old companions, and would have flocked with them again; but they, knowing his late life and conversation, industriously avoided him, and refused to admit him into their company; and one of them, at the same time, gave him this serious reproof: "If, friend, you could have been contented with your station, and had not disdained the rank in which nature had placed you, you had not been used so scurvily by those amongst whom you introduced yourself, nor suffered the notorious slight which we now think ourselves obliged to put upon you."
MORAL.
Great evils arise from vanity; for when we try to place ourselves in a position for which we are not fit, we are liable to be laughed at, and, when we would return to our former state, we find we have lost the esteem of our former friends.
AViper, crawling into a smith's shop to seek for something to eat, cast her eyes upon a File, and darting upon it in a moment, "Now I have you," said she, "and so you may help yourself how you can; but you may take my word for it that I shall make a fine meal of you before I think of parting with you." "Silly wretch!" said the File, as gruff as could be, "you had much better be quiet, and let me alone; for, if you gnaw for ever, you will get nothing but your trouble for your pains. Make a meal of me, indeed! why, I myself can bite the hardest iron in the shop; and if you go on with your foolish nibbling I shall tear all the teeth out of your spiteful head before you know where you are."
MORAL.
Take care that you never strive with those who are too strong for you, nor do spiteful things, lest you suffer for it.
One hot, sultry day, a Wolf and a Lamb happened to come just at the same time to quench their thirst in the stream of a clear, silver brook, that ran tumbling down the side of a rocky mountain. The Wolf stood upon the higher ground, and the Lamb at some distance from him down the current. However, the Wolf, having a mind to pick a quarrel with him, asked him what he meant by disturbing the water, and making it so muddy that he could not drink, and at the same time demanded satisfaction. The Lamb, frightened at this threatening charge, told him, in a tone as mild as possible, that, with humble submission, he could not conceive how that could be, since the water which he drank ran down from the Wolf to him, and therefore it could not be disturbed so far up the stream. "Be that as it will," replies the Wolf, "you are a rascal; and I have been told that you treated me with ill-language behind my back about half a year ago." "Upon my word," says the Lamb, "the time you mention was before I was born." The Wolf finding it to no purpose to argue any longer against truth, fell into a great passion, snarling and foaming at the mouth, as if he had been mad; and, drawing nearer to the Lamb, "Sirrah," said he, "if it was not you, it was your father, and that's all one." So he seized the poor innocent, helpless thing, tore it to pieces, and made a meal of it.
MORAL.
Bad men, who wish to quarrel, will always find a pretence; if they can find no true grounds, they will resort to those which are false.
THE WOLF AND THE LAMB.THE WOLF AND THE LAMB.
It chanced, that, on a winter's day,But warm and bright, and calm as May,The birds, conceiving a designTo forestall sweet St. Valentine,In many an orchard, copse, and grove,Assembled on affairs of love;And with much twitter and much chatter,Began to agitate the matter.At length, a Bullfinch, who could boastMore years and wisdom than the most,Entreated, opening wide his beak,A moment's liberty to speak;And, silence publicly enjoined,Delivered briefly thus his mind:"My friends, be cautious how ye treatThe subject upon which we meet;I fear we shall have winter yet."A Finch, whose tongue knew no control,With golden wing, and satin poll,A last year's bird, who ne'er had triedWhat marriage means, thus pert replied:"Methinks, the gentleman," quoth she,"Opposite, in the apple-tree,By his good will, would keep us single,'Till yonder heaven and earth shall mingle;Or (which is likelier to befall)'Till death exterminate us all.I marry without more ado;My dear Dick Redcap, what say you?"Dick heard; and tweedling, ogling, bridling,Turning short round, strutting, and sidling,Attested glad his approbationOf an immediate conjugation.Their sentiments so well express'd,Influenced mightily the rest;All pair'd, and each pair built a nest.But though the birds were thus in haste,The leaves came on not quite so fast;And destiny, that sometimes bearsAn aspect stern on man's affairs,Not altogether smil'd on theirs.The wind, that late breath'd gently forth,Now shifted east, and east by north;Bare trees and shrubs but ill, you know,Could shelter them from rain or snow;Stepping into their nests, they paddled,Themselves were chill'd, their eggs were addled;Soon every father bird, and mother,Grew quarrelsome, and peck'd each other;Parted without the least regret,Except that they had ever met;And learn'd in future to be wiserThan to neglect a good adviser.
It chanced, that, on a winter's day,But warm and bright, and calm as May,The birds, conceiving a designTo forestall sweet St. Valentine,In many an orchard, copse, and grove,Assembled on affairs of love;And with much twitter and much chatter,Began to agitate the matter.
At length, a Bullfinch, who could boastMore years and wisdom than the most,Entreated, opening wide his beak,A moment's liberty to speak;And, silence publicly enjoined,Delivered briefly thus his mind:
"My friends, be cautious how ye treatThe subject upon which we meet;I fear we shall have winter yet."
A Finch, whose tongue knew no control,With golden wing, and satin poll,A last year's bird, who ne'er had triedWhat marriage means, thus pert replied:
"Methinks, the gentleman," quoth she,"Opposite, in the apple-tree,By his good will, would keep us single,'Till yonder heaven and earth shall mingle;Or (which is likelier to befall)'Till death exterminate us all.I marry without more ado;My dear Dick Redcap, what say you?"
Dick heard; and tweedling, ogling, bridling,Turning short round, strutting, and sidling,Attested glad his approbationOf an immediate conjugation.Their sentiments so well express'd,Influenced mightily the rest;All pair'd, and each pair built a nest.
But though the birds were thus in haste,The leaves came on not quite so fast;And destiny, that sometimes bearsAn aspect stern on man's affairs,Not altogether smil'd on theirs.
The wind, that late breath'd gently forth,Now shifted east, and east by north;Bare trees and shrubs but ill, you know,Could shelter them from rain or snow;Stepping into their nests, they paddled,Themselves were chill'd, their eggs were addled;Soon every father bird, and mother,Grew quarrelsome, and peck'd each other;Parted without the least regret,Except that they had ever met;And learn'd in future to be wiserThan to neglect a good adviser.
MORAL.