Fables of La Fontaine — a New Edition, with NotesLa Fontaine, Jean de
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Fables of La Fontaine — a New Edition, with Notes
La Fontaine, Jean de
Fables, French -- Translations into English
With you must be by marriage rights?
Return you to your father's cot.
If I recall you in my life,
Or even wish for such a wife,
Let Heaven, in my hereafter, send
Two such, to tease me without end!'
[5] The badinage of La Fontaine having been misunderstood, the
translator has altered the introduction to this fable. The intention
of the fable is to recommend prudence and good nature, not celibacy.
So the peerless Granville understands it, for his pencil tells us
that the hero of the fable did finally recall his wife,
notwithstanding his fearful imprecation. It seems that even she was
better than none.--Translator; (in his sixth edition).
III.--THE RAT RETIRED FROM THE WORLD.
The sage Levantines have a tale
About a rat that weary grew
Of all the cares which life assail,
And to a Holland cheese withdrew.
His solitude was there profound,
Extending through his world so round.
Our hermit lived on that within;
And soon his industry had been
With claws and teeth so good,
That in his novel hermitage,
He had in store, for wants of age,
Both house and livelihood.
What more could any rat desire?
He grew fair, fat, and round.
'God's blessings thus redound
To those who in His vows retire.'[6]
One day this personage devout,
Whose kindness none might doubt,
Was ask'd, by certain delegates
That came from Rat-United-States,
For some small aid, for they
To foreign parts were on their way,
For succour in the great cat-war.
Ratopolis beleaguer'd sore,
Their whole republic drain'd and poor,
No morsel in their scrips they bore.
Slight boon they craved, of succour sure
In days at utmost three or four.
'My friends,' the hermit said,
'To worldly things I'm dead.
How can a poor recluse
To such a mission be of use?
What can he do but pray
That God will aid it on its way?
And so, my friends, it is my prayer
That God will have you in his care.'
His well-fed saintship said no more,
But in their faces shut the door.
What think you, reader, is the service
For which I use this niggard rat?
To paint a monk? No, but a dervise.
A monk, I think, however fat,
Must be more bountiful than that.
[6] _God's blessing, &c_.--So the rat himself professed to consider the
matter.--Translator.
IV.--THE HERON.[7]
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