Aesop’s – The Crow and the Pitcher

The Crow and the Pitcher

A Crow, half-dead with thirst, came upon a Pitcher which had once been full of water; but when the Crow put its beak into the mouth of the Pitcher he found that only very little water was left in it, and that he could not reach far enough down to get at it. He tried, and he tried, but at last had to give up in despair. Then a thought came to him, and he took a pebble and dropped it into the Pitcher. Then he took another pebble and dropped it into the Pitcher. Then he took another pebble and dropped that into the Pitcher. Then he took another pebble and dropped that into the Pitcher. Then he took another pebble and dropped that into the Pitcher. Then he took another pebble and dropped that into the Pitcher. At last, at last, he saw the water mount up near him, and after casting in a few more pebbles he was able to quench his thirst and save his life.

Little by little does the trick.

THE HEDGEHOG AND THE RABBITS by Florian

by Florian, translated by Gen. J.W. Phelps

Some characters are ne’er at ease,
And always must be making war :
They like to sting, and to displease,
And highly gifted at it are.
To me they are a perfect pest.
Though they be wise as Solomon,
And have e’en royal garments on,

Yet their rude manners I detest.
The robes of virtue’s self should be
Politeness and civility.
A hedgehog once of evil fame,
Forc’d from his home by some disgrace,
Unto a rabbit-warren came,
Burning with hate against his race.
He told the gentle inmates there,
All that he’d suffer’d every where;
Against his foes exhal’d his bile.
And ask’d asylum for a while.
” With pleasure, sir,” the leader said,
” You’ll here find shelter, board, and bed.
Be one of us ; make free and bold ;
We all things here in common hold.
We simple, frugal people are.
And have no great affairs on hand ;
To crop the clover our chief care,
Or nibble o’er the dewy land.
At the first streak of early dawn,
We’re out betimes upon the lawn.
The dangers from our homes to ward.
Each takes his turn in standing guard.
And when the sentry gives alarm.
We’re off at once to hide from harm.
Thus with our little ones and wives,
We pass our happy, cheerful lives.
These lives, ’tis true, are oft cut short,
And made of dogs and boys the sport.
But this good reason serves to give

Why we make merry while we live.
We study friendship, love, and peace,
And our enjoyments thus increase.
Life we embellish all we may,
By kind attentions all the day.
If you’re content with us to be,
Then come and Join our colony.
If not, why then at least you’ll stay,
And take your dinner here to-day.
You’d please us with your company.”
The hedgehog to these words replied—
” It would, indeed, give me great pride,
With such good people to reside.”
Then every rabbit forward press’d,
And civilly their joy express’d.
With offer’d welcome to their guest.
All things went well till night had come,
When discord rent the happy home.
For when at supper they began
For morrow’s work to fix the plan,
The hedgehog, bent to have his will.
At a young rabbit shot a quill.
” Excuse me, friend,” the father says ;
” I’m not accustom’d to such ways.”
This rais’d the bristling hedgehog’s ire,
And caus’d him right and left to fire
His angry darts.
First one and then another smarts,
Until no longer they can stand
The stings he gives on ev’ry hand.

They gather round him and complain.
” Messieurs,” said he, ” your talk is vain ;
It is my nature so to do,
And I can’t change it to please you.”
The leader then exclaim’d—” My friend,
If such bad manners you can’t mend ;
If you cannot your quills suppress,
At least draw over them some dress ;
Or, failing this, then let me say,
From decent people stay away.”

THE MONKEY WITH A MAGIC LANTERN by Florian

All gentlemeu who verses write,
In style magnificent and grand,
But who can ne’er a line indite,
Which common folks may understand.
Please listen to the tale I tell,

And on its meaning ponder well.
A man wose business ’twas to show
A magic lantern round,
Had a fine monkey, Light Jacqueau,
The nicest trickster ever found.
He could dance, and leap, and spring ;
Was great at tight-rope balancing ;
A thousand tricks this Jacqueau knew,
Which custom to his master drew.
One day his master went away.
To celebrate some holiday,
And left him at the inn to stay.
There entered then this monkey’s head,
The strangest fancy ever bred :
For what does he but straightway go.
To cats and dogs,
To hens and hogs,
To geese and ducks,
And turkey-cocks,
To come and see the mastic show.
” Walk in. Messieurs ; I nothing ask ;
Believe me, ’tis a pleasing task !”
They take their seats ; the lantern’s brought ;
He makes a speech most highly wrought.
Which—as we say in modern lore—
Was welcom’d with a perfect roar.
Encouraged by the warm applause.
The window shutters then he draws,
Into the lantern puts a screen

As he had oft his master seen

” Here you may see,” said he, ” the sun,
His pristine glory just begun ;
And presently the moon you’ll see,
And the first pair’s felicity,
Adam and Eve, and all our race

Behold what beauty ! and what grace !
Was ever anything so fine ?
And here you’ll see a sight divine.”
But how could they behold the sight,
Where all was close and dark as night ?
However much their eyes they strain,
And strive to see, they strive in vain.
” My faith ! ” th’ impatient cat exclaim’d,
” Of all the wonders he has nam’d

Of all the sights he’s dwelt upon,
I have not seen a single one.”
” Neither have I,” the dog replied ;
” I’ve not a single thing descried.”
The turkey something saw, he thought,
But could not tell exactly what.
Yet little this concern’d Jacqueau,
Who rattled on like Cicero.
His style was good and masterly ;
His language choice, and diction free ;
But one thing he’d forgotten quite

Although he work’d his lantern right,
He had not put therein a light !

THREE FORTUNE-SEEKERS by Florian

The original story of the ermine, beaver, and young boar

THREE FORTUNE-SEEKERS.
the ermine, beaver, and young boar,
who had no fortune ‘neath the sun.
But who had hopes of getting one,
Set out the country to explore.
At last, their many trials o’er,
They reach’d a most delightful laud.

Where beauties shone on ev’ry hand,
In wealth of meadows, orchards, woods,
And all the treasures of the floods.
Our pilgrims seeing scenes so fair,
Were in a perfect ecstasy,
As AEneas and his Trojans were,
With their first view of Italy.
But all this happy land, alas !
Lay circled by a black morass.
Where frightful lizards, snakes, and toads
Were wont to make their foul abodes.
Brought to a stop, they take a view,
And ponder what they’re next to do.
The ermine trying with her paw.
Decides at once that she’ll withdraw.
” My friends,” said she, ” take my advice,
This land is not so very nice.
To reach it we must cross the slough.
And that my coat would ruin so.
That I should die.
Some other country let us try.”
*’ Have patience, dear,” the beaver said ;
” These things require a little head.
We need not always get a stain.
In coming at the point we’d gain.
As I’m a mason, I can throw,
In fifteen davs o’er this foul slouch
A bridge b}’ which we can pass o’er.
And harmless reach the farther shore.”
” In fifteen days ! ” exclaim’d the boar ;

“The tiling much sooner can be done;
I’ll show you how in less than one.”
Then in he leaps into the slime,
Amidst the lizards, toads, and snakes ;
Most lustily his way he makes.
And flounders over in short time.
Arriv’d upon the other side.
He shook the mud off from his hide,
And then with pompous, proud display.
Back to his friends this scorn he hurl’d :

” If you would prosper in this world,
You must, as I’ve done, push your way.”

Aesop’s – “The Wind and the Sun”

Sorry for the delay. It’s been so hot, I lost track of what day it is. But I really shouldn’t complain after the winter we’ve had.

Aesop’s: The Wind and the Sun

The Wind and the Sun were disputing which was the stronger. Suddenly they saw a traveller coming down the road, and the Sun said: “I see a way to decide our dispute. Whichever of us can cause that traveller to take off his cloak shall be regarded as the stronger. You begin.” So the Sun retired behind a cloud, and the Wind began to blow as hard as it could upon the traveller. But the harder he blew the more closely did the traveller wrap his cloak round him, till at last the Wind had to give up in despair. Then the Sun came out and shone in all his glory upon the traveller, who soon found it too hot to walk with his cloak on.

Kindness effects more than severity.

 

Changes and Inspiration

2014 is still new. I think whenever New Year comes; people do a lot more reviewing and planning. As we all know reviewing and planning is the easy part. It’s taking the steps to actually do the plans that trips most of us. I think one of the best things to do when starting something new or making changes is to write down the main reason for it. So when you are having a tough time, you can look back for a reminder. Also, let yourself take as many steps as you need until you get use to it. We are truly only fighting ourselves.

Here is a great fable from Aesop that best fit this thought. Thank you for your time.

The Fox and the Lion

When first the Fox saw the Lion he was terribly frightened, and ran away and hid himself in the wood. Next time however he came near the King of Beasts he stopped at a safe distance and watched him pass by. The third time they came near one another the Fox went straight up to the Lion and passed the time of day with him, asking him how his family were, and when he should have the pleasure of seeing him again; then turning his tail, he parted from the Lion without much ceremony.

Familiarity breeds contempt.

Aesop’s “The Fox and The Grape”

Here is the fable. I will update you next Wednesday of what is coming next. Thank you and hope to see you again.

The Fox and the Grapes

One hot summer’s day a Fox was strolling through an orchard till he came to a bunch of Grapes just ripening on a vine which had been trained over a lofty branch. “Just the thing to quench my thirst,” quoth he. Drawing back a few paces, he took a run and a jump, and just missed the bunch. Turning round again with a One, Two, Three, he jumped up, but with no greater success. Again and again he tried after the tempting morsel, but at last had to give it up, and walked away with his nose in the air, saying: “I am sure they are sour.”

It is easy to despise what you cannot get.

*From my understanding, All of Aesop work are in the public domain and therefore be shared without permission. No copyright infringement intended.

Aesop and Upnext

When I thought of my two (mouse and lion) poems, I thought of Aesop’s “The Lion and The Mouse” Fables. So I thought I post it here and I know you could google it. However, I thought I make it a little simple for you.

I have a strong connection to ancient culture and of any stories that have made it over a great amount of time. I love the fact that many of these stories started out as storytelling. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy reading and writing but  I think we are missing out on great storytellers (or how wonderful the few we have). Storytelling is a work of art that takes the right place, time, mood, and tone. Stories that are said have a lasting impression on my memory. Including ones from special family, friends and the odd stranger you bumped into.

Okay, back to reality and before I ramble on too much. Next week, I will post an original poem. I haven’t decided which one yet, I will update you within the middle of the week about that. But I hope everyone had a great last week and you’ll hear from me soon.

The Lion and the Mouse by Aesop*

Once when a Lion was asleep a little Mouse began running up and down upon him; this soon wakened the Lion, who placed his huge paw upon him, and opened his big jaws to swallow him. “Pardon, O King,” cried the little Mouse: “forgive me this time, I shall never forget it: who knows but what I may be able to do you a turn some of these days?” The Lion was so tickled at the idea of the Mouse being able to help him, that he lifted up his paw and let him go. Some time after the Lion was caught in a trap, and the hunters who desired to carry him alive to the King, tied him to a tree while they went in search of a waggon to carry him on. Just then the little Mouse happened to pass by, and seeing the sad plight in which the Lion was, went up to him and soon gnawed away the ropes that bound the King of the Beasts. “Was I not right?” said the little Mouse.

Little friends may prove great friends.

*From my understanding, All of Aesop work are in the public domain and therefore be shared without permission. No copyright infringement intended.